Sarah Dessen Quotes

I don't want anybody guarding me. I want to be free; I want to be left alone... I would like to go out there and have no one know me, but at the same time, it would bother me, y'know.

I'm a silly little needy person sometimes, and I crouch in a room all alone and think of all the people that I wish were with me.

I haven't found one place in the world yet where I could disappear.

I get so lonely sometimes, I could put a box on my head and mail myself to a stranger.

I got nothing. I got my shoes and my pants. I'm staying with a friend. I stop by my mother's every once in a while to get my calls. I don't want to be anywhere anybody can find me.

Nothing makes us more vulnerable than loneliness, except greed.

I feel terribly misunderstood; I feel terribly misunderstood.

We all have times when we go home at night and pull out our hair and feel misunderstood and lonely and like we're falling. I think the brain is such that there is always going to be something missing.

I never said, 'I want to be alone.' I only said, 'I want to be left alone.' There is all the difference.

I have no friends.

I'm perpetually lonely.

Moon! Moon! I am prone before you. Pity me, and drench me in loneliness.

It's no fun being lonely.

Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.

I don't have anybody living around me who has much of a sense of what I do. That's exactly what I like.

Eating cold tuna fish out of a tin on a porch while two people are in love across a lake - I think that's desperately lonely.

Our uniqueness makes us special, makes perception valuable - but it can also make us lonely. This loneliness is different from being 'alone': You can be lonely even surrounded by people. The feeling I'm talking about stems from the sense that we can never fully share the truth of who we are. I experienced this acutely at an early age.

I pity my brother Ferdinand, knowing by my own feelings how sad a thing it is to live apart from one's family.

Wherever you are in the world, whoever you are with, sometimes you feel desperately lonely.

Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw.

People think they know me, but they don't. Not really. Actually, I am one of the loneliest people on this earth. I cry sometimes, because it hurts. It does. To be honest, I guess you could say that it hurts to be me.

I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.

Nothing is quite as bad as being without privacy and lonely at the same time.

A bean bag is a perfect place to sulk. You can sink way down deep, and sulk for hours... You only have to stick your head up once in a while... to see if anybody cares.