Sarah Dessen Quotes

A writer loves the dark, loves it, but is always fumbling around in the light.

I wonder which was more frightened among old tribes -- those bursting out of their darkness of woods upon all the space of light, or those from the open tiptoeing into the forests.

Interesting things happen in the dark . . . sometimes.

Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.

The dark does not destroy the light; it defines it. It's our fear of the dark that casts our joy into the shadows.

Throw away the light, the definitions, and say what you see in the dark.

Who can love to walk in the dark? But providence doth often so dispose.

I'm terrified of the ocean. I think it's beautiful and magical, but I never go in. That deep, dark water, with no understanding of what goes on behind it - I think that's a metaphor for a lot of things.

Sometimes it is right to fear the dark.

And because there is something they can’t see people think it has to be special, because people always think there is something special about what they can’t see, like the dark side of the moon, or the other side of a black hole, or in the dark when they wake up at night and they’re scared.

The night is full of mystery. Even when the moon is brightest, secrets hide everywhere. Then the sun rises and its rays cast so many shadows that the day creates more illusion than all the veiled truth of the night.

More than fear of loving bears or birds bigger than cows, I fear pathless nights. How, I wonder, can I find you in the dark?

FEAR IS A REACTION YOU HAVE WHEN YOU’RE GETTING CLOSER TO THE TRUTH

Is there anybody hiding there in the dark?

There was always a minority afraid of something, and a great majority afraid of the dark, afraid of the future, afraid of the past, afraid of the present, afraid of themselves and shadows of themselves

Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of those which will presently be extinguished? The ideal is terrifying to behold... brilliant but threatened on all sides by the dark forces that surround it: nevertheless, no more in danger than a star in the jaws of the clouds.

The dictate of the light says: Know yourself and what you are. The dark replies, By all means, but then become afraid.

The world, although well-lighted with fluorescents and incandescent bulbs and neon, is still full of odd dark corners and unsettling nooks and crannies.

Every step in every proud life is a run from safety to the dark, and the only thing to trust is what we think is true.

... we in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.

Suppose, my dear Chadd, suppose it is we who are the idiots because we are not afraid of devils in the dark?

Oh, we can populate the dark with horrors, even we who think ourselves informed and sure, believing nothing we cannot measure or weigh. I know beyond all doubt that the dark things crowding in on me either did not exist or were not dangerous to me, and still I was afraid.

What frightens you? What makes the hair on your arms rise, your palms sweat, the breath catch in your chest like a wild thing caged? Is it the dark? A fleeting memory of a bedtime story, ghosts and goblins and witches hiding in the shadows? Is it the way the wind picks up just before a storm, the hint of wet in the air that makes you want to scurry home to the safety of your fire? Or is it something deeper, something much more frightening, a monster deep inside that you've glimpsed only in pieces, the vast unknown of your own soul where secrets gather with a terrible power, the dark inside?

All I know is a door into the dark

What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney?