Sarah Dessen Quotes

Do you love me? What? Do you? I love you. I don't know if I trust you. Maybe you shouldn't do either. Maybe I'm the one who should decide!

I think you're not a human being unless you have doubts and fears.

Like anybody, you have moments when you question yourself and you're insecure.

I'm as crippled with doubt as the next actor.

I normally don't listen to my instincts because I'm so full of doubt.

It truly sucks to doubt your friends when you only have one or two of them, I realized.

Guilt can make you doubt yourself at the very moment when you need to proceed with certainty.

The longer they were together the more doubtful seemed the nature of his regard, and sometimes for a few painful minutes she believed it to be no more than friendship

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.

George looked at her for a long moment. Finally he replied, "And why do you find it so hard to think someone might like you and want to do things for you?

Later on, when I tried to imagine how I might have ruined things, that would occur to me - that I'd so rarely resisted, that I hadn't made it hard enough for him. Maybe it was like gathering your strength and hurling your body against a door you believe to be locked, and then the door opens easily - it wasn't locked at all - and you're standing looking into the room, trying to remember what it was you thought you wanted.

These days I don't know who really likes me. I always assume most people are bullshitting me.

Ah. In my experience, when people say they don't know whether they love someone, they usually mean no.

Why do I doubt her? Perhaps she is just very sensitive, and hypersensitive people are false when others doubt them; they waver. And one thinks them insincere. Yet I want to believe her. At the same time it does not seem so very important that she should love me. It is not her role. I am so filled with my love of her. And at the same time I feel that I am dying. Our love would be death. The embrace of imaginings.

"Please... don't ask me to go with you, because if you do, I'll go. Please don't ask me to tell Frank about us, because I'll do that, too. Please don't ask me to give up my responsibilities or break up my family"... "I love you, and if you love me, too, then you just can't ask me to do these things. Because I don't trust myself enough to say no."

So everything we believe about happiness is wrong," I said. He nodded. Everything?" I asked, when what I meant was, Everything? Including you? Including me? And Marcus, being Marcus, knew what I really wanted to know, and answered my silent, more significant question. He held up his hand to shield the rays and looked me in the eyes. Almost.

I shouldn't believe anything I say, if I were you-and that includes what I just told you.

...You know the mistrust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump.

I might kiss you. I might be bad at it. That's not possible.

A jealous husband doesnt doubt his wife, but himself.

Doubt is the big machine. It grinds up the delusions of women and men.

She wondered if she was doomed to be one of those people who spend their lives trying things.

You never know what's right, what you feel inside versus what is portrayed.

In these times I don't, in a manner of speaking, know what I want; perhaps I don't want what I know and want what I don't know.

Sometimes I'm not so sure just who I am either.