Sarah Dessen Quotes

An abiding preoccupation for me is how much of our lives are invisible and unknown by other people, like the Chekhov story 'The Lady With the Little Dog.'

Loneliness is never more cruel than when it is felt in close propinquity with someone who has ceased to communicate.

I am not very good with relationships. With anyone. I can't be locked up with anyone for too long.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

Often, marriage was solitude, with company.

We spend 364 days a year surrounded by people who kind of are our family, but we never really get to meet them or break through with them.

My EP, 'Room 93,' was all about isolation - it was based on the idea of being in a hotel room and being totally alone with yourself or that other person.

To feel abandoned is to deny the intimacy of your surroundings.

Lovers lying two and two Ask not whom they sleep beside, And the bridegroom all night through Never turns him to the bride.

When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.

It is sad that the air is the only thing we share. No matter how close we get to each other, there is always air between us.

Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.

My Lolita remarked: "You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own"; and it struck me, as my automaton knees went up and down, that I simply did not know a thing about my darling's mind and that quite possibly, behind the awful juvenile cliches, there was in her a garden and a twilight, and a palace gate - dim and adorable regions which happened to be lucidly and absolutely forbidden to me, in my polluted rags and miserable convulsions.

You said you're going far away," Tamaru said. "How far away are we talking about?" "It's a distance that can't be measured." "Like the distance that separates one person's heart from another's.

What could be lonelier than trying to communicate?

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

It's not a confession if no one reads it. It's just an unshared secret.

Not that we were incompatible: we just had nothing to talk about.

The heart is a place of secrets.

Maybe all of us at Hailsam had little secrets like that -- little private nooks created out of thin air where we could go off alone without fears and longing.

In the end, the only thing between us was silence.

No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life.

Secrets bind and separate in strict accordance with who's in them .

There is a chasm between me and the world outside of me. A gap so wide my feelings can't cross it. By the time my screams reach the other side, they have dwindled into groans.

People are islands,' she said. 'They don't really touch. However close they are, they're really quite separate. Even if they've been married for fifty years.