Young Adult Quotes
Some human beings in their craftiness thought they can pretend to be good when they are actually bad.
There are good days and hard days for me. Don't let the hard days win ~Mor ~A Court of Mist and Fury
And prayer? How could you pray to a God you wanted to hit?
Parents aren't supposed to cry. Or get scared. Or lie. Right? I thought I knew all the rules. But there are no rules.
I look up and watch the bad parts of me shrinking to dots in the wide blue.
This was her heritage. Her people. So why did she feel so small and weak? So far removed from it?
She trailed behind Baba and Jiji as they left the palace, nightingales singing a sad farewell.
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.
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.
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.
If an angel could admit she was wrong about a vampire, maybe there was hope forthe werepanthers in East Hampton after all.
So why are you so mad at me for kissing you?”“Because you took too long. If you'd done that, say, three years ago, we wouldn't have only had one kiss before we both get horribly mutilated.
Oh, Alan Ryves, " she said. "You're such a fantastic liar. You are the smoothest con man of them all.
I don't have deal breakers, " Alan said. "I look on tempests, and am never shaken.
Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.
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.
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
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.
The most dangerous guy at my school-the lone person who makes me feel safe-is reveling in the way I am touching him.
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.
Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you've done.
Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first... and last lips I ever kiss.
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.
People in pain can be very self-destructive. And sometimes they pull in the people who are close to them, often without realizing.
May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
Just because you painted a house didn't mean the furniture inside was any different. It had to be the same with people.
...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.
