Sarah Dessen Quotes

She was not a slowpoke grownup. She was a girl who could not wait. Life was so interesting she had to find out what happened next.

You see these shuffling rows of shiny faces, waiting for their turn, so they're very dedicated to the program and desperate to know what it is they've got - so often, they have no idea.

Small paintings can be fantastic. But you can't often get a narrative out of a small painting. In any case, museums are huge places, and you want to take up some space.

Though sleep is called our best friend, it is a friend who often keeps us waiting!

I have a hard time waiting for things to happen.

The sun never sets on my gallery.

Two messengers covered with dust come to bid me fly, but I wait for him.

It's odd how people waiting for you stand out far less clearly than people you are waiting for.

Everything comes to those who wait... except a cat.

I'm saying: to be continued, until we meet again. Meanwhile, keep on listening and tapping your feet.

Waiting for the end, boys, waiting for the end.

These small shows were decidedly a success. The exhibitions were not too large to be seen easily. It was not an effort, as larger collections of pictures usually are.

The Falstaff people, romantics all, went for it. They were so anxious to find out what I was going to do that they could hardly bear to wait out the two weeks. I was rather anxious to find out what I was going to do, too.

I collect a lot of art.

On one hand, it seems like I've waited a long time for this.

This suspense is terrible. I hope it will last.

No crowd ever waited at the gates of patience.

I'm still too hungry for whatever comes next.

Perhaps at some time in the future, when you ask a friend to come up and look at your etchings, you will plug in your collection of video art.

At a certain point, I had so much artwork that I decided to respect the art and present them in a nice way, not just on a dusty shelf.

What's the use of watching? A watched pot never boils.

I can't wait to wake up and try something new. I can't sleep at night because I want to try something new.

I hate having to wait. I've got the thing done. I just want to see what happens.

After two minutes after this time, and I am already there.

Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. I can't be punished any more. I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me.