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« "Whether it's a song, a person, a story, you can't make up your mind from an excerpt, a glance or a chorus." S.196 »
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her |
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her
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« I only wanted one thing: to forget. Every time I thought I had succeeded, pieces of the puzzle emerged, like pieces of wood rising to the surface, the last remnants of the shipwrecked boat. A pink suede top, a poem with my first name, a hand in my neck. That's what happens when you try to escape your past. It doesn't just catch up with you, it takes over, it erases the future, the landscape, the sky until you have only one road to follow, the one that crosses it, the only one that can take you home. »
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her |
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Sarah Dessen
Listen to her
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« "Some people are moving forward. They cry, grieve, and move on. In any case, that is the impression they give. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, forget about it. Nothing had broken. It was more like... Something had happened. And as with this hole, I try to find a passage, day after day, to circulate around. Respect me remember and, at the same time, move forward. You understand? »
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Sarah Dessen
Forever... until tomorrow |
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Sarah Dessen
Forever... until tomorrow
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