Sarah Dessen Quotes About Eyes

Quotes about: Eyes

• I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

  Sarah Dessen

  Change, Eye, Scary

  Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.249, Penguin

• I don't believe in failure, because simply by saying you've failed, you've admitted you attempted. And anyone who attempts is not a failure. Those who truly fail in my eyes are the ones who never try at all. The ones who sit on the couch and whine and moan and wait for the world to change for them.

  Sarah Dessen

  Believe, Eye, Waiting

  Sarah Dessen (2011). “Last Chance”, p.140, Hachette UK

• She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere.

  Sarah Dessen

  Summer, Confused, Eye

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

• We all have one idea of what the color blue is, but pressed to describe it specifically, there are so many ways: the ocean, lapis lazuli, the sky, someone's eyes. Our definitions are as different as we are ourselves.

  Sarah Dessen

  Ocean, Eye, Blue

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.175, Penguin

• Behind the camera, I was invisible. When I lifted it up to my eye it was like I crawled into the lens, losing myself there. and everything else fell away.

  Sarah Dessen

  Life, Eye, Cameras

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.183, Penguin

• I'd heard of Evergreen Care Center before. Cass and I had always made fun of the stupid ads they ran on TV, featuring some dragged-out woman with a limp perm and big, painted-on circles under her eyes, downing vodka and sobbing uncontrollably. "We can't heal you at Evergreen", the very somber voiceover said. "But we can help you to heal yourself." It had become our own running joke, applicable to almost anything. "Hey Cass, "I'd say, "hand me that toothpaste." "Caitlin," she'd say, her voice dark and serious. "I can't hand you the toothpaste. But I CAN help you hand the toothpaste to yourself.

  Sarah Dessen

  Running, Fun, Stupid

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.222, Penguin

• He just stood there, looking at me, as if I had actually changed before his eyes. But this was the girl I'd been all along. I'd just hidden her well.

  Sarah Dessen

  Girl, Eye, Boys

  "This Lullaby". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2002.

• Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

  Sarah Dessen

  Morning, Eye, Night

  Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.269, Penguin

• Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was.

  Sarah Dessen

  Hurt, Eye, Found

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Just Listen”, p.332, Penguin

• Okay. Enough." I got out of the closet, brushing myself off, then turned around to face her. "This is happening. So you need to go downstairs, face your fears, and make the best of it, and everything will be okay." She narrowed her eyes at me. "When did you suddenly become so positive?" "Just get out of there.

  Sarah Dessen

  Eye, Needs, Faces

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.187, Penguin

• If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

  Sarah Dessen

  Eye, Lasts, Months

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Dreamland”, p.238, Penguin

• That was the thing: Once, the difference between light and dark had been basic. One was good, one bad. Suddenly, though, things weren’t so clear. The dark was still a mystery, something hidden, something to be scared of, but I’d come to fear the light, too. It was where everything was revealed, or seemed to be. Eyes closed, I saw only the blackness, reminding me of this one thing, the most deep of my secrets; eyes open, there was only the world that didn’t know it, bright, inescapable, and somehow, still there.

  Sarah Dessen

  Eye, Dark, Light

  "Lock and Key". Book by Sarah Dessen, April 22, 2008.

• 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

• "What was the name of Pygmalion's sister?" She blinked, twice, obviously surprised. "Ummm," she said, keeping her eyes on me. "I don't know." Rogerson did," I told her. "Rogerson knew everything."

  Sarah Dessen

  Eye, Pygmalion, Names

  Sarah Dessen (2000). “Dreamland: A Novel”, Viking Childrens Books

• I walked over, my eyes scanning Luna Blu, my house, and Dave's. But it was the building behind them, that empty hotel, that had the tiniest light, provided by one word, written in fluorescent paint. Maybe it wasn't what was once there, in real life. But in this one, it said it all: STAY.

  Sarah Dessen

  Real, Eye, Light

  Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.220, Penguin

• This thought was interrupted, suddenly, by a crash from the front entrance. We all looked over just in time to see Adam bending back from the glass, rubbing his arm. "Pull open," Maggie called out. As Leah rolled her eyes, she said, "He never remembers. It's so weird.

  Sarah Dessen

  Eye, Glasses, Bending

  Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.130, Penguin

• You can't just plan a moment when things get back on track, just as you can't plan the moment you lose your way in the first place. But standing there alone on the landing, I thought of Grandma Halley and how she'd held me close against her lap as we watched the sky together. I'd always thought I couldn't remember, but suddenly in that moment, I closed my eyes and saw the comet, finally, brilliant and impossible, stretching above me across the sky.

  Sarah Dessen

  Grandma, Eye, Sky

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.166, Penguin

• So say I’m your mom.' 'What?' I said. 'I’m your mom,' he repeated. 'Now tell me you want to quit modeling.' I could feel myself blushing. 'I can’t do that,' I said. 'Why not?' he asked. 'Is it so hard to believe? You think I’m not a good role-player?' 'No,' I said. 'It’s just–' 'Because I am. Everyone wanted me to be their mother in group.' I just looked at him. 'I just… It’s weird.' 'No, it’s hard. But not impossible. Just try it.' A week earlier, I hadn’t even known what color his eyes were. Now, we were family. At least temporarily.

  Sarah Dessen

  Mom, Mother, Believe

• I listened for the voice I knew so well, the one I always heard at the beginning. Good girl, Macy! You're doing great! You know the first steps are the hardest part! They were. Sometimes I felt so out of sync, it was all could do not to quit after a few strides. But I kept on, as I did now. I had to, to get to the next part, this part, where I finally caught up with Wes, my shadow aligning itself with his, an dhe turned to look at me, pushing his hair our of his eyes.

  Sarah Dessen

  Girl, Eye, Hair

• And so really, you have given me no choice but to take you shopping by force.” She sighed, then reached up, dropping her sunglasses down from their perch on her head to cover her eyes. “Do you even realize how happy the average teenage girl would be in your shoes? I have a credit card. We’re at the mall. I want to buy you things. It’s like adolescent nirvana.” - Cora

  Sarah Dessen

  Girl, Teenage, Eye

• Just because we don’t see eye to eye on everything doesn’t mean we can’t be close.

  Sarah Dessen

  Mean, Eye

  Sarah Dessen (2009). “Along for the Ride”, p.256, Penguin

• I'm sorry," I heard him say again. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden blur of movement as he slid out of his seat, left some bills for the breakfast he wouldn't eat, and walked away. And as he did, I thought again of those mornings in the hallway at school, way back in ninth grade. Everything had started in such sharp detail, each aspect pronounced and clear. Obviously, endings were different. Harder to see, full of shapes that could be one thing or another, with all the things that you were once so sure of suddenly not familiar, if they were even recognizable at all.

  Sarah Dessen

  Morning, Sorry, Eye

  Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.87, Penguin

• It's all about you, Colie." She touched one finger to her temple, tap tap tap. "Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine." There is something infectious about confidence. And for that one moment, with my eyebrows burning and my eyes watering, I believed. "And good hair never hurt either.

  Sarah Dessen

  Hurt, Believe, Eye

• closed my eyes and listened. It was like music I'd heard all my life, even more than "This Lullaby." All those keystrokes, all those letters, so many words. I brushed my fingers over the beads and watched as her image rippled, like it was on water, breaking apart gently and shimmering before becoming whole again.

  Sarah Dessen

  Eye, Water, Letters

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