Sarah Dessen Someone Like You Quotes

#1. It seemed like things either stayed just the same or changed irrevocably. And like most times I found myself with hard choices, I just wished there was something clear and easy, right in between.

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#2. That's not a real answer.'
Says who?'
Says me. I mean real fear, like of failure, of death, of regret. Like that. Something that keeps you awake nights, questioning your very existence.'
Clowns.

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#3. Like life isn't complicated enough. You should at least be able to follow the signs.

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#4. If I'd ever seen what love really could do, or was, maybe I'd have believed in it from the start. But too much of my life had been spent watching marriages come together and then fall apart. So I understood, yes. But sometimes, like lately, I wished that I didn't, not at all.

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#5. What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.

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#6. There was something striking about a single key. It was like a question waiting to be answered, a whole missing a half. Useless on its own, needing something else to be truly defined.

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#7. Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

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#8. Some writers pick a topic and write around that, but I like to include it all.

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#9. It was like discovering that some part of you wasn't yours at all. And it made me wonder what else I couldn't claim.

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#10. Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. no matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment.

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#11. Then what are you like, Annabel?" he shot back. "A liar, like you told me that first day? Come on. That was the biggest lie of all.

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#12. Now I felt like I was drifting, sucked down by an undertow, and too far out to swim back to the shore.

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#13. Nothing had been okay, not for a long time. And every moment that I thought I was getting close, like the one I'd had earlier, seemed to remind the universe that I didn't deserve that, not yet.

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#14. What," I said, "is that a crime here or something? Like only buying one thing at the Gas/Gro?

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#15. With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.

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#16. You couldn't just pick and choose at will when someone depended on you, or loved you. It wasn't like a light switch, easy to turn on or off. If you were in, you were in. Out, you were out.

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#17. You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

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#18. I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?

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#19. When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a colouring book, with the inside not yet completed.

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#20. It's pretty rare to find someone you actually like to be with in this world. There are a lot of annoying people out there.

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#21. When you've never gotten love from someone, you don't know what it might look like if it ever does appear. You look for it in everything: any bright light overhead could be a star.

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#22. Relationships evolve, just like people do. Just because you know someone doesn't mean you know everything about them.

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#23. Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.

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#24. It was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.

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#25. It was terrible and awful when someone left you. You could move on, do the best you could, but like Eli had said, an ending was an ending. No matter how many pages of sentences and paragraphs of great stories led up to it, it would always have to have the last word.

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#26. Macon: "It's true. And if that doesn't work, use the Jedi Mind Trick. But only if you really have to."
Halley: "The what?"
Macon: "The Jedi Mind Trick." He looked at me. "Didn't you ever see Star Wars?

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#27. I wasn't ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn't that I wasn't right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn't right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn't come easy for, someone like me.

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#28. It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

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#29. I think my biggest problem, though, at least in drafts, is not repeating myself. After eight books I get worried that a character or piece of dialog might be too much like something I've already done. So it's a challenge to keep it fresh.

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#30. My first signing was at my hometown independent bookstore and everyone in the world came. It was so nice. My family was there, my parents, everybody I worked with, all my friends. So I had this great first reading with a like hundred people there.

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#31. Writing a novel is like childbirth: once you realize how awful it really is, you never want to do it again.

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#32. For two hours I'd felt myself stretching tighter and tighter, like a rubber band pulled to the point of snapping. And now, I could feel the smaller, weaker part of myself beginning to fray, tiny bits giving way before the big break.

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#33. Look," he said, "the point is there's no way to be a hundred percent sure about anyone or anything. So you're left with a choice. Either hope for the best, or just expect the worst."
If you expect the worst, you're never disappointed," I pointed out.
Yeah, but who lives like that?

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#34. Together, we looked down at the tiny house, the sole thing on this vast, flat surface. Like the only person living on the moon. It could be either lonely or peaceful, depending on how you looked at it. "It's a start," I said.

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#35. I felt like I'd been swimming so hard, and the water growing warmer and warmer the closer I got to the top. I wasn't there yet, but now I could see the surface, rippling just beyond my fingers.

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#36. But you could also look at it the other way. Like you're saying no matter how bad things are for you, I can still relate.

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#37. You can't just turn your heart off like a faucet; you have to go to the source and dry it out, drop by drop.

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#38. I wasn't shiny and charming like my brother, stunning and graceful like my mother, or smart and dynamic like my friends. That's the thing though. You always thing you want to be noticed...until you are.

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#39. It doesn't matter, anyway, why you like me. Just that you do.

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#40. I always wrote about girls that went to the beach and had that summer that changed everything. So I was interested in what it would be like to live in a tourist town where everyone has these life changing experiences, but your whole life is there.

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#41. Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

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#42. Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.

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#43. And suddenly I felt completely strange, like the distance between us was much much greater than what I could see from where I was standing. Like that line, always so clear to me, had somehow shifted, or never even been where I'd thought it was at all.

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#44. Hearing this, I had that feeling again, like the conversation was a pack of wild horses pounding out ahead of me, leaving nothing but dust behind. Trifecta?

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#45. Pretend to be a delinquent?" I asked clarifying.
"You can do it," Dave advised me. "Just don't smile, and try to look like you're considering stealing something.

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#46. Mayonnaise is a lot like men, it can make everything much better, adding flavor and ease to your life. Or, it can just be sticky and gross and make you nauseous"- "Keeping the Moon

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#47. This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.

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#48. I was so scared about being discovered, but nobody came. Nobody heard. In my own ears, though, my sobs sounded primal and scary, like something I would have turned off if I'd been able to.

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#49. So it just wasn't in my house. Anywhere, I looked like I knew about the toilet.

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#50. You said the other day life was long,' I shot back. 'Which is it?'
'It's both,' she said, shrugging. 'It all depends on how you choose to live it. It's like forever, always changing.'
Kristy and Macy; p.135

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#51. It felt like I'd taken everything for granted up until right now, when suddenly my entire world and all in it became precious and fleeting. I should have paid more attention, soaked it in more. Which you always realize once it's getting too late to do just that.

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#52. You can't measure love by time put in, but the weight of those moments. Some in life are light, like a touch. Others, you can't help but stagger beneath.

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#53. I still felt unformed, like a cake half baked with edges crisp, but still mushy in the middle.

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#54. It was like those songs I'd heard as a child, each so familiar, and all mine. When i got older and realized the words were sad, the stories tragic, it didn't make me love them any less. By then they were already part of me, woven into my conciousness & memory

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#55. And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

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#56. And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.

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