Fantasy Young Adult Quotes
You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable, " she pleaded. "Something beautiful and full of monsters."“Beautiful and full of monsters?"“All the best stories are.
Unhappy people needs your smile more than Happy people do
The greatest help oft comes in harm's disguise, to those with trusting hearts and open eyes.
I'm out of tissues for toilet paper too. History notes just aren't....up to scratch
I know you may feel so far that circumstances have directed your path, but right now I want you to know that you do have a choice.
All that we know, soon shall we abandon. As time will lend itself. Eyes know only what they see. But brave hearts beat on with belief.
Arrogance and Conceit are the mother and father of a closed mind.Charles Jennings, "Journey of the Chosen".
Trust no one, " said Sullivan, "especially Teachers.
Everyone has something dark in their past. I suppose it's our job to overcome it. And if we can't overcome it, then all we can do is make the most of it.
People lose a lot of time being afraid... People lose a lot of time in hating others, and there's no fun in it at all.
Relationships take work. It isn’t true love if things go smoothly.
I’m not mean to everybody. I’m only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.
Relationships take work. It isn’t true love if things go smoothly.
How can stars shine facing your brightness if your beauty overwhelms them?
Sometimes the rues don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.
He’s a lovely guy, but there’s no spark between us whatsoever. It just goes to show, that even with all their fancy assessment tools, the government can’t legislate for chemistry.
An eerie feeling plagued the back of her mind, insisting that a supernatural force was within the room, or worse, within her!
Yeah, Horemheb, you are under my command once more. You might be the pharaoh, but I am Tutankhamun! - Tut Reborn by Cyci Cade
Hey, when you love a woman, and when she’s this crazy in love with you, you’ve got to do whatever she says, man.
Spread your wings. Fly as far to know who you are.
A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.
I’m sorry, my lady, ” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.
Either you’re with me or you’re against me. I can’t afford to be looking over my shoulder all the time waiting for you to stick a knife in my back.
Tonight she was just plain Liz, nobody extraordinary, paranormal, or otherwise.Tomorrow, that would change.
He knew what the thing was going to do next. It was going to climb the hood slowly, toying with them before crushing in the windshield and eating them all alive.
For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.
Please give me a single reason why I shouldn't hurl myself beneath the wheels of that bus.
He watched her curiously from below, feeling as someone might feel watching a butterfly sit nearby, afraid to scare it off with a sound of voice or an abrupt movement.
The others could believe that she was that way because she lost her parents so early, but Peter knew better. She was strong, confident, and never broken.
She had every right to be harsh, mean, and independent. Every damn right. And yet he had a feeling that she needed care more than anyone else in the world.
She looked herself in the eyes and saw that there was nothing left. No sense. It must have gone through that hole in her chest along with everything else.
Because otherwise you would have to let them in, let them change your life, and it’s scary and unpredictable and unsafe – at least, that’s what we all think.
Everything had changed, and maybe she couldn’t keep up with it, but she still was good at making people regret they had ever crossed her way.
He had a semicircle tattoo with an indecent word on the back of his head, suggesting all people around him to leave him alone – in a much more impolite manner.
If he just had the decency to die silently yesterday, not squeal like a girl, I’d be free right now. Probably even doing some real job, ” she sneered.
Remember, Shaw, that the power of the dagger lies not only in the visual, but also the symbolic.
Sometimes I wonder who the real monsters are. The ones without the hearts or the ones who rip them out" - Bastion of Aberrants (In progress)