Sarah Dessen Quotes About Waiting

Quotes about: Waiting

• 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

• This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

  Sarah Dessen

  Waiting, Over You, Finishing

  "Just Listen". Book by Sarah Dessen, 2006.

• But it's strange, when you've always been told something is true, like the moon will come back. You need proof. And while you wait, you feel the entire balance of your world just tipping. It's crazy. But when it's over, and it does come back, that's the best, because it's all you want, everything narrows to just that. It's this great rush, like for that one second everything's okay with the world again. It's amazing.

  Sarah Dessen

  Life, Crazy, Moon

  "Keeping the Moon". Book by Sarah Dessen, 1999.

• My mother has always been the point I calibrated myself against. In knowing where she was, I could always locate myself, as well. These months she'd been gone, I felt like I'd been floating, loose and boundaryless, but now that I knew where she was, I kept waiting for a kind of certainty to kick in. It didn't. Instead, I was more unsure than ever, stuck between this new life and the one I'd left behind.

  Sarah Dessen

  Mother, Knowing, Waiting

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

• When I pictured myself, it was always like just an outline in a coloring book, with the inside not yet completed. All the standard features were there. but the colors, the zigzags and plaids, the bits and pieces that made up me, Halley, weren't yet in place. Scarlett's vibrant reds and golds helped some, but I was still waiting.

  Sarah Dessen

  Book, Color, Waiting

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.20, Penguin

• "I thought this was a cookout. You know, dogs and burgers, Tater Tots, ambrosia salad" Dexter picked up a box of Twinkies, tossing them into the cart. "And Twinkies." "It is... Except that it's a cookout thrown by my mother." "And?" "And my mother doesn't cook." He looked at me waiting. "At all. My mother doesn't cook at all." "She must cook sometimes." "Nope." "Everyone can make scrambled eggs, Remy. It's programmed into you at birth, the default setting. Like being able to swim and knowing not to mix pickles with oatmeal. You just KNOW."

  Sarah Dessen

  Mother, Dog, Oatmeal

  "This Lullaby". Book by Sarah Dessen, May 27, 2002.

• After the group vet appointment--during which Lyle scratched the vet, the vet tech, and some poor woman minding her own business in the waiting room--we went back to Sabrina's and re-released the cats to their natural habitat.

  Sarah Dessen

  Cat, Waiting Rooms, Groups

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.174, Penguin

• “Well," Isaid finally, knowing he was waiting, “you make me laugh.” He nodded. “And?” “You're pretty good-looking." ""Pretty good-looking? I called you beautiful." "You want to be beautiful?" I asked him. "Are you saying I'm not?"

  Sarah Dessen

  Beautiful, Knowing, Laughing

  "This Lullaby". Book by Sarah Dessen, May 27, 2002.

• Why don't you ever wait a second and see what I'm planning, or thinking, before you burst in with your opinions and ideas? You never even give me a chance.

  Sarah Dessen

  Thinking, Ideas, Giving

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Someone Like You”, p.165, Penguin

• Maybe my sister and I shared more than we thought. We were both waiting and wishing for something we couldn't completely control: I wanted to be alone, and she the total opposite. It was weird, really, to have something so contrary in common. But at least it was something.

  Sarah Dessen

  Opposites, Waiting, Wish

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.98, Penguin

• It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.

  Sarah Dessen

  Waiting, Sound, Kind

  Sarah Dessen (2011). “What Happened to Goodbye”, p.25, Penguin

• We sat there, not talking, for a few minutes. He ate the Moon Pie; only skinny people can scarf down junk food like that. Finally, I said, "Norman?" "Yeah?" "Are you ever going to show me the painting?" "Man," he said. "You are, like, so impatient." "I am not," I said. "I've been waiting forever." "Okay, okay." He stood up and went over to the corner, picking up the painting and bringing it over to rest against the bright pink belly of one of the mannequins. Then, he handed me a bandana. "Tie that on.

  Sarah Dessen

  Moon, Men, Talking

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “Keeping the Moon”, p.220, Penguin

• 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

• 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.

  Sarah Dessen

  Keys, Waiting, Missing

  Sarah Dessen (2008). “Lock and Key”, p.182, Penguin

• I eased back on my elbows, tilting my head back to look up at the sky, which was pinkish, streaked with red. This was the time we knew best, that stretch of day going from dusk to dark. It seemed like we were always waiting for nighttime here. I could feel the trampoline easing up and down, moved by our own breathing, bringing us in small increments up and back from the sky as the colors faded, slowly, and the stars began to show themselves.

  Sarah Dessen

  Stars, Dark, Color

  Sarah Dessen (2004). “This Lullaby”, p.31, Penguin

• I'm always hopeful. I feel like I'm at the prom sitting against the wall waiting for someone to ask me to dance.

  Sarah Dessen

  Wall, Waiting, Hopeful

• I'm starting to think, though, that some things never get that. The replay, and all. So at some point you have to make peace with it as it is, not keep waiting for a chance to change it

  Sarah Dessen

  Thinking, Waiting, Chance

  Sarah Dessen (2013). “The Moon and More”, p.176, Penguin

• I was actually pretty miserable in high school. I couldn't wait for it to be over. And when it finally was, I remember sitting at graduation with all these classmates getting nostalgic and emotional already and all I could think was, "Get me out of here. I never want to see you people again." So it's ironic that I spend half my day putting myself back there by choice [while writing].

  Sarah Dessen

  Writing, School, Emotional

  Source: blogs.idahostatesman.com

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