Sarah Dessen Quotes

when people go away, or when we leave the places we love, or something we treasure goes out of our life - I have always noticed that before it happens - this leaving, this parting - when we think about it beforehand we are overwhelmed with sadness at the loss to come. ... the most unbearable sense of loss, the worst homesickness of all, so I have found, is this loss and sickness we feel beforehand, before we ever leave home.

Why did everything feel like saying good-bye?

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

Nothing is so dear as what you're about to leave.

No magic. I do believe you might have taken it all with you when you went away.

Every picture paints a thousand words and that one said 'goodbye'

When I left Merle was wearing a bungalow apron and rolling pie crust. She came to the door wiping her hands on the apron and kissed me on the mouth and began to cry and ran back into the house, leaving the doorway empty [...] I had a funny feeling as I saw the house disappear, as though I had written a poem and it was very good and I had lost it and would never remember it again. (p. 262)

Every time one leaves anywhere, something precious, which ought not to be killed, is left to die.

That's the way I remember them, heading for an exit.

Something that required the best of you has ended. You will miss it.

The end of anything is not fun because there's a nostalgia to it and everything else. Even the end of a bad relationship can feel so, so, so sad.

I don't care if I never see Texas again.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

I miss playing with Miles. I did play with him a little while before he left the planet, but even at that time I longed to maybe do some things together.

I shall go the way of the open sea, to the lands I knew before you came, and the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me the memory of your name.

I been a long time leaving but I'm going to be a long time gone.

The punctuation of anniversaries is terrible, like the closing of doors, one after another between you and what you want to hold on to.

Leaving Chelsea was sad, but naturally everything has to come to an end.

It's so hard saying goodbye... it's hard saying good bye to all the things that one has held dear for weeks, months, sometimes years.

When you have to go away from someone you love or vice-versa, whatever the reason, it really shatters your life.

They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.

Seems like we always spend the best part of our time just saying goodbye.

As the mist leaves no scar On the dark green hill So my body leaves no scar On you and never will

She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.

I felt that I was leaving part of myself behind, and that wherever I went afterwards I should feel the lack of it, and search for it hopelessly, as ghosts are said to do, frequenting the spots where they buried material treasures without which they cannot pay their way to the nether world.