Sarah Dessen Quotes About Universe

Quotes about: Universe

• It's just that...I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic. It's the universe's way of providing contrast, you know? There have to be a few holes in the road. It's how life is.

  Sarah Dessen

  Inspirational, Life, Thinking

  Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.69, Penguin

• Whenever something great happens, you’re always kind of poised for the universe to correct itself.

  Sarah Dessen

  Kind, Lock And Key, Happens

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.251, Penguin

• It’s never something huge that changes the everything, but instead the tiniest of details, irrevocably tweaking the balance of the universe while you’re busy focusing on the big picture.

  Sarah Dessen

  Balance, Details, Busy

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.24, Penguin

• That sucks, though," Wes said finally, his voice low. "You're just setting yourself up to fail, because you'll never get everything perfect." "Says who?" He just looked at me. "The world," he said, gesturing all around us, as if this party, this deck encompassed it all. "The universe. There's just no way. And why would you want everything to be perfect, anyway?" "I don't want everything to be perfect," I said. Just me, I thought. Somehow. "I just want—

  Sarah Dessen

  Party, Voice, Perfect

  Sarah Dessen (2006). “The Truth About Forever”, p.139, Penguin

• And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware, drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and kissed Dexter, making a choice that would change everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple, a bit of jump, some small shift in the universe, barely noticeable. I didn’t feel it then. I felt only him kissing me back, easing me into the sunlight as I lost myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on, just as it always had, all around us.

  Sarah Dessen

  Sports, Drinking, Coffee

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.85, Penguin

• Morris was not the type to offer a hug or even hold your hand. But there was something in his quiet indignation at the universe then--and Luke, now--that was just the kind of comfort I needed. "I'm such a mess," I said. "We're almost off the island and I didn't even ask you where you were going." He shrugged. "No place. Wherever you are.

  Sarah Dessen

  Islands, Hands, Hug

  Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.95, Penguin

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