Sarah Dessen Quotes

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful.

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

Acting is ephemeral. It's not like making a painting that lasts forever. You're doing something, and the very action which comes and goes, is being demonstrated in front of you. Within that process, you're trying to go against the grain.

... and because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second.

The perfect moment, once lost, is not easily found again.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

I did not want to move. For I had the feeling that this was a place, once seen, that could not be seen again. If I left and then came back, it would not be the same; no matter how many times I might return to this particular spot the place and feeling would never be the same, something would be lost or something would be added, and there never would exist again, through all eternity, all the integrated factors that made it what it was in this magic moment.

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally. Perfect situations must go wrong. But this has never yet prevented me wanting far too much for far too long.

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.

A moment is all you can expect from perfection.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

It's about moments in life that are great but don't last. They don't go on, but you always have the memory and they have an effect on you. That's what I was thinking about.

The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.

Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.