She fell, she hurt, she felt. She lived. And for all the tumble of her experiences, she still had hope. Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.
Sarah DessenIt was like reaching for someone's hand, then missing their fingers, or even their arm, and hitting their shoulder instead. But no matter. You hang on tight anyway.
Sarah DessenThere has to be a middle. Without it, nothing can ever truly be whole. Because it is not just the space between, but also what holds everything together.
Sarah Dessen