Sarah Dessen Quotes

Sometimes it just happens - to the wrong people at the wrong time.

You know that saying, bad things don't happen to good people? That's a lie.

CALAMITY, n. A more than commonly plain and unmistakable reminder that the affairs of this life are not of our own ordering. Calamities are of two kinds: misfortune to ourselves, and good fortune to others.

Misfortune wandering the same track lights now upon one and now upon another.

Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask why me? Then a voice answers nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.

The bad end unhappily, the good unluckily. That is what tragedy means.

What people fear most about tragedy is its randomness - a taxi cab jumps the curb and hits a pedestrian, a gun misfires and kills a bystander. Better to have some rational cause and effect between incident and injury. And if cause and effect aren't possible, better that there at least be some reward for all the suffering.

One of the things that I somewhat realized, especially right after I was convicted, was that sometimes really, really horrible things happen for no reason.

All people have had ill luck, but Jairus's daughter and Lazarus had the worst.

It is in the nature of things that some people should be unlucky enough to get their heads chopped off.

Why bad things happen to good people

Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.

Nobody is impervious to misfortune.

I think that my ideas of the world are that it's random and cruel but kind of quite comical really, and therefore the humour, in a sense, springs from that.

The three touchstones that woke Buddha up - sickness, old age, and death - are a pretty good place to start when crafting a tragic tale. And if we need to get more specific: heartbreak, destruction, miscomprehension, natural disasters, betrayal, and the waste of human potential.

Losing one's mother to a car crash at age four isn't a readily accessible idea of good luck, but I've come to accept it as the condition that was required for my luck to fall into place.

Sometimes, I can myself be frustrated by books that seem to me to be insufficiently realistic about the world's potential for just being totally a randomly bad place.

Misfortune was my god.

Destiny is a good thing to accept when it's going your way. When it isn't, don't call it destiny; call it injustice, treachery, or simple bad luck.

I have so much. Why did it all happen to me? There has to be a reason.

I feel like trouble has followed me from the day I was born.

God often gives nuts to toothless people.

The evils of mortals are manifold; nowhere is trouble of the same wing seen.

Crap has always happened, crap is happening, and crap will continue to happen.

Nothing I did contributed to me having cancer, so I can't sit back and say, 'Oh why me.' Why not me? Why does tragedy always have to hit someone else?