Sarah Dessen Quotes

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

There is no ship now that can bear me hence

Want is misery.

Lonesome. Lonesome. I know what it means. Here all by my lonesome, dreaming empty dreams. Weary. Weary at the close of day, wondering if tomorrow brings me joy or sorrow.

Alas, I am a woman friendless, hopeless!

When you are debilitated, and you're very depressed, and you believe there's no hope, you cannot get a better potpourri of down.

Chekhov is this poet of melancholy and isolation and of wishing you were somewhere else than where you are.

It is sad when people can't connect, and the sense of desperation that you feel when there is nothing to look forward to.

I remember sitting by my window, wishing upon the stars that my skin condition would go away. I wondered, 'Why me?'

I could not forbear getting up to the top of a little mountain, and looking out to sea, in hopes of seeing a ship : then fancy that, at a vast distance, I spied a sail, please myself with the hopes of it, and, after looking steadily, till I was almost blind, lose it quite, and sit down and weep like a child, and thus increase my misery by my folly.

the best often die by their own hand just to get away, and those left behind can never quite understand why anybody would ever want to get away from them

I'll never be happy. I believe I'll die alone. I would want it that way. I've been a loner all my life with my secrets and my pain. I'm really lost, but I'm trying to find myself. I'm really a sad, pathetic case. My whole life has been a waste. I've been a failure. I just want to escape.

Everything, even herself, was now unbearable to her. She wished that, taking wing like a bird, she could fly somewhere, far away to regions of purity, and there grow young again.

I am half-sick of shadows,' said The Lady of Shalott.

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.

His pacing stopped. The mattress sighed as he sat on the edge. seconds ticked by before he spoke so softly she could barely hear. "Sometimes I want to leave this town so bad I can taste it.

I have the true feeling of myself only when I am unbearably unhappy.

My dad had a lot of bad luck. You could see his suffering, his terrible suffering, living a life that was disappointing and looking for another one.

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

Christmas is a holiday that persecutes the lonely, the frayed, and the rejected.

At times, I feel overwhelmed and my depression leads me into darkness.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

In prison, those things withheld from and denied to the prisoner become precisely what he wants most of all.

I turn and turn in my cell like a fly that doesn't know where to die.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple. And I think it's not that uncommon.