Quotes From "Just Listen" By Sarah Dessen

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Plus there’s the fact, ” he went on, making it clear he didn’t need me to reply anyway, “that music is a total constant. That’s why we have such a strong visceral connection to it, you know? Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it. . Sarah Dessen
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So you're always honest, " I said." Aren't you?"" No, " I told him. "I'm not."" Well, that's good to know, I guess."" I'm not saying I'm a liar, " I told him. He raised his eyebrows. "That's not how I meant it, anyways."" How'd you mean it, then?"" I just... I don't always say what I feel."" Why not?"" Because the truth sometimes hurts, " I said." Yeah, " he said. "So do lies, though. Sarah Dessen
If someone is really close with you, your getting upset...
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If someone is really close with you, your getting upset or them getting upset is okay, and they don’t change because of it. It’s just part of the relationship. It happens. You deal with it. Sarah Dessen
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Nunca habría sido capaz de decírselo, pero Owen me inspiraba. Las mentiras piadosas que yo decía a diario, las cosas que me guardaba, cada vez que no era sincera del todo... ahora me daba cuenta de eso. También era consciente de lo bien que me sentía al ser capaz de decirle a alguien lo que pensaba de veras. Aunque solo fuera sobre música. Sarah Dessen
Don't think or judge, just listen.
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Don't think or judge, just listen. Sarah Dessen
All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when...
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All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below. Sarah Dessen
There comes a time when the world gets quiet and...
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There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying. Sarah Dessen
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Like a word on a page that you’ve printed and read a million times, that suddenly looks strange or wrong, foreign. And you feel scared for a second, like you’ve lost something, even if you’re not sure what it is. Sarah Dessen
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I'd still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn't happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the point where I could feel their weight in my chest. Nothing, however stuck with me more than the memory of stepping into that dark room and what I found there, and how the light then took that nightmare and made it real. . Sarah Dessen
It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is.
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It was great. Freedom even the imagined kind always is. Sarah Dessen
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There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. I wasn't sure I had it in me to keep looking back. Sarah Dessen
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She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar. The fact that we were in front of hundreds of strangers changed nothing at all. I'd spent a summer with those same eyes-scared, lost, confused-staring back at me. I would have known them anywhere. Sarah Dessen
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Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common. Sarah Dessen
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A song can take you back instantly to a moment, or a place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment. Which is pretty amazing, when you actually think about it. Sarah Dessen
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There was something so heavy about the burden of history, of the past. Sarah Dessen
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The people who know you best can be risker, because the words they say and things they think have the potential to be not only scary but true, as well. Sarah Dessen
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Anger's not bad, " he said. "It's human... Sarah Dessen
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You did listen." He sat back, nodding his head. "Okay, then. Now tell me what you really thought."" I told you. It was interesting."" Interesting, " he said, "is not a word."" Since when?"" It's a placeholder. Something you use when you don't want to say something else." He leaned a little closer to me. "Look, if you're worried about my feelings, don't be. You can say whatever you want. I won't be offended."" I did. I liked it."" Tell the truth. Say something. Anything. Just spit it out."" I–" I began, then stopped myself. Maybe it was the fact that he was so clearly on to me. Or my sudden awareness of how rarely I was honest. Either way, I broke. "I… I didn't like it, " I said. He slapped his leg. "I knew it! You know, for someone who lies a lot, you're not very good at it." This was a good thing. Or not? I wasn't sure. "I'm not a liar, " I said." Right. You're nice, " he said." What's wrong with nice?"" Nothing. Except it usually involves not telling the truth, " he replied. "Now. Tell me what you really thought. Sarah Dessen
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Silence is so freaking loud Sarah Dessen
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But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud. Sarah Dessen
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I'd made my choice, though, and I couldn't take it back. Sarah Dessen
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Everything hurt. I closed my eyes, pressing my cheek to the street, and waited. What for, I didn't know. To be rescued. Or found. But no one came. All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was. Sarah Dessen
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All I'd ever thought I wanted was to be left alone. Until I was. Sarah Dessen
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This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going. Sarah Dessen
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The worst part was that I had things I wanted to tell my mother, too many to count, but none of them would go down so easy. She'd been through too much, between my siters- I could not add to the weight. So instead, I did my best to balance it out, bit by bit, word by word, story by story, even if none of them were true. Sarah Dessen