Ya Adult Quotes

I remember...watching that separation of sea and sky...and for the first time I realize that none of us are seeing the same thing. That all our horizons end in different places.

I could feel myself peeking over at him. He was like a seatbelt for my soul.

If you're going to give me something, give me something I'll miss.excerpt from: freefalling

For everyone knows that a girl cannot live on chicken cordon blue alone.

I come from a place where everyone has great power, by your standards, and they steadfastly refuse to use it for self-aggrandizement ... anywhere ... ever.

Part of me is afraid that everyone will laugh, that I’m a caricature of myself.

He hoots as he passes. Another one whistles. I know this is stupid, inviting trouble. But it feels so good to be wanted, I can't help myself.

I was investing more and more of myself into an outcome I couldn’t predict and would very likely be disappointed by. But for me there was no other option.

...I would want to spend it with you. Even if we had thousands of nights, I would want to spend every single one of them with you.

Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. "Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be.

My whole world started to tilt. I could feel it, sliding ever so slightly off center.

I must be really ugly or something, because nobody wants me. Not even God wants me. That's why he makes me stand out here in the cold. - excerpt from: freefalling

In our hip-hop lives we make rhymes we make beats we go big or go home. - Esme from Sister Mischief

Love, JamieP.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.

This is an unbearable kiss, unbearable, unreal, unimaginable.” - Esme from Sister Mischief

Nothing monumental happened, the earth didn’t shake, and lightning didn’t strike. There was just a simple moment of raw emotion, unbridled and exposed to the daylight.

His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he'll give sermons with that voice, whether he'll throw down judgement with that voice.

We're only three class sessions in and I'm already behind? And to hear it from him? This buttoned-up Bible-thumper I can't get out of my head?

High school is such an incestuous little pool.

Everything feels yes.

I am a monster beneath him, with arching hips, an octopus with hands everywhere at once. I don't think anything in the history of time has felt this good.

Maybe I'm crying because I'm terrified that he's come here to do more damage, to reactivate what I feel only to let me down easy again, missionary style.

My brain is such a traitorous beast.

I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.

I promise I'll protect you now. I won't let them touch you again. " "I know you'll try." I can do more than try.

I promise I'll take care of you, " he whispers. "You're safe with me." Even with an army of motorcycle guys outside that door, I firmly believe him.

She's my girl now and I'll do anything for her at any time. I'm in love with her.

The most dangerous guy at my school-the lone person who makes me feel safe-is reveling in the way I am touching him.

I can taste the good-bye on his lips.

...and it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you.

I love you too much to lose you over something so little. “Roommates With Benefits.

Just because you painted a house didn't mean the furniture inside was any different. It had to be the same with people.

May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

People in pain can be very self-destructive. And sometimes they pull in the people who are close to them, often without realizing.

It's me, asking him to let me in. Asking all of them to give a chance to show them that, deep down, I'm not who they think I am. Or, maybe I'm exactly who they think I am, but I no longer want to be.

Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first... and last lips I ever kiss.

Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you've done.

You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I've only felt that way about one boy.

I knew I was not alone. They would never leave until ever last one of us was gone.

Funny story. A bunch of people -- the cult -- blame the appearance of abilities on the invention of the internet.

You see the world for what it is and what it could be, ” Jack says. “What you don’t see is the gaping chasm in between … and that’s what I found.

To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear—each is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.

She trailed behind Baba and Jiji as they left the palace, nightingales singing a sad farewell.

This was her heritage. Her people. So why did she feel so small and weak? So far removed from it?

I look up and watch the bad parts of me shrinking to dots in the wide blue.

You're such a dork.But I'm your dork.

Parents aren't supposed to cry. Or get scared. Or lie. Right? I thought I knew all the rules. But there are no rules.

And prayer? How could you pray to a God you wanted to hit?

You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.

Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this,