Sarah Dessen Quotes

I wish I knew. It might make me miss him more clearly. It might have made sad sense.

I think of John every day. I do try to block it, but December 8th is not the only day I think of him.

I'm never gonna play again, and I know I'm really, really going to miss it.

I just hope that you miss me a little when I'm gone.

I miss you already I don’t need to leave. I can stay. . . . Mmmm.

Sam looked at me, yellow eyes catching and holding me. "I miss being me. I miss you. All the time.

I think of you, I dream of you, I conjure you up when I need you most. This is all I can do, but to me it isn't enough. It will never be enough, this I know; yet what else is there for me to do? If you were here, you would tell me, but I have been cheated of even that. You always knew the proper words to ease the pain I felt. You always knew how to make me feel good inside.

I jammed my hand in my jacket pocket, bracing myself fo the next hit, and fel something. Something grainy and samll, sticking to the tips of my fingers: the sand from Commons Park. Oh Cass, I thought. I miss you so, so much.

Okay I'll be honest girl I can't lie I miss you.

Tell me why you're so hard to forget. Don't remind me, I'm not over it. Tell me why, I can't seem to face the truth, I'm just a little too not over you.

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

In 1957's 'There's No You,' Sinatra is suspended at the intersection of a loss he can't face and a memory he can't relinquish.

I used to cry myself to sleep every night. I missed singing so much. And performing. Man, I missed it so much.

To return after long years of painful absence to some place which has been the scene of our former joys, and whence the force of circumstance, and not choice, has driven us, is oppressive to the heart.

I've been thinking about my life, my loss of friends, relationships, opportunities, money, my values. There's also the loss of relationship with my son and my daughter, who I've only met once. All that loss - I just got so good at blocking it out.

All the best songs have an element of sadness.

He looks out into the empty street, allowing me to sit in his car and just miss her. To miss her each time I pull in a breath of air. To miss her with a heart that feels so cold by itself, but warm when thoughts of her flow through me.

I feel my heart ache, but I've forgotten what that feeling means.

My purpose, my whole life, had been to love him and be with him, to make him happy. I didn’t want to cause any unhappiness now—in that way, I decided it was probably better than he wasn’t here to see this, though I missed him so much at that moment the ache of it was as bad as the strange pains in my belly.

I missed her then but it was an odd sort of missing because by then, I knew the meaning of forever.

We all miss you so much. It just never ends. It feels like we were all wounded in your battle, Caroline. I miss you. I love you.

It feels like a punch. Tears fill my eyes, and I wonder how I could be upset over losing something I never had.

I wondered if he ever thought of me, and hated the pang I felt when I told myself he didn't.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

I missed him so much I would sometimes turn to tell him something before I forgot he was gone. In spite of all that, and all the emotion boiling around inside me, all I could think of to say was: “You’re blue.