Sarah Dessen Quotes About Cars

Quotes about: Cars

• You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends. The first boy is always the hardest to get over, Haven. It's just the way the world works.

  Sarah Dessen

  Hurt, First Love, Boys

  "That Summer". Book by Sarah Dessen, 1996.

• "I don't know," I said. "What else did you do for your first eighteen years?" "Like I said," he said as I unlocked the car, "I'm not so sure that you should go by my example." "Why not?" "Because I have my regrets," he said. "Also, I'm a guy. And guys do different stuff." "Like ride bikes?" I said. "No," he replied. "Like have food fights. And break stuff. And set off firecrackers on people's front porches. And..." "Girls can't set off firecrackers on people's front porches?" "They can," he said... "But they're smart enough not to. That's the difference."

  Sarah Dessen

  Girl, Regret, Smart

  "Along for the Ride". Book by Sarah Dessen, June 16, 2009.

• There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

  Sarah Dessen

  Nice, Home, Tired

  "What Happened To Goodbye". Book by Sarah Dessen, May 10, 2011.

• Now, now," my father said. "Let's just get the bags." This was typical. My father, the lone male in our estrogen-heavy household, had always dealt with any kind of emotional situation or conflict by doing something concrete and specific. Discussion of cramps and heavy flow at the breakfast table? He was up and out the door to change oil on one of our cars. Coming home in tears for reasons you just didn't want to discuss? He'd go make you a grilled cheese, which he'd probably end up eating. Family crisis brewing in a public place? Bags. Get the bags.

  Sarah Dessen

  Father, Home, Emotional

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.44, Penguin

• I got back in my car, starting the engine, then drove off. It wasn't until I pulled onto the highway that it all really sunk it, how temporary our friendship had been. We'd been on our breaks, after all, but it wasn't our relationships that were on pause: it was us. Now we were both in motion again, moving ahead. So what if there were questions left unanswered. Life went on. We knew that better than anyone.

  Sarah Dessen

  Moving, Car, What If

  Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.316, Penguin

• See," he began, leaning back into the booth, "I was at this car dealership today, and I saw this girl. It was an across-a-crowded-room kind of thing. A real moment, you know?" I rolled my eyes. Chloe said, "And this would be Remy?" "Right. Remy," he said, repeating my name with a smile. Then, as if we were happy honeymooners recounting our story for strangers he added, "Do you want to tell the next part?" "No," I said flatly.

  Sarah Dessen

  Girl, Real, Eye

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.30, Penguin

• It's harder that in looks," I told him when I finally got back in the car. "Most things are.

  Sarah Dessen

  Car, Looks, Harder

• Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

  Sarah Dessen

  Car, Sound, Car Wash

  Sarah Dessen (2006). “Just Listen: A Novel”, Viking Childrens Books

• I wasn't ready for this, but then I probably never would be, and this year, like so much else, wouldn't wait. I had no choice but to get out of my car, with everyone watching and begin in earnest, alone. So I did

  Sarah Dessen

  Years, Car, Choices

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.4, Penguin

• Only a real asshole takes liberties with someone else's car stereo. That's serious.

  Sarah Dessen

  Real, Car, Liberty

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.148, Penguin

• Very quietly, I heard a voice in my ear.It said, in a weird, cheesy, right-out-of-one-of-my-mother's-novels way, "Ah. Wemeet again." I turned my head, just slightly, and right there, practically on top of me, was theguy from the car dealership. He was wearing a red Mountain Fresh Detergent T-shirt - not just fresh: mountain fresh! - it proclaimed, and was smiling at me. "Oh,God," I said. "No, it's Dexter.

  Sarah Dessen

  Mother, Voice, Car

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