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Theo, Baleigh, and Lucas were good-looking people, and good-looking people hardly ever went unnoticed.
— J.A. George, Gifted
You, the unhappy young! Try to take a leaf out of the old happy’s book!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Starting from this day, I will create a chance of happiness that doesn't depend on perfect conditions. My options may not be infinite, but my possibilities are endless." -Bliss Aston
— Umi Allison, Infinite Possibilities
And darkness will rule.
— Ashley Earley, The Darkest Light
I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now.I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
— Veronica Roth, Allegiant
Jealousy is when you want something that you can’t have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what’s yours.” He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. “And you better believe that I’ll be protecting what’s mine.
— Shelly Crane, Undeniably Chosen
In despair, he left that farm and came to Bone Gap when it was a huge expanse of empty fields, drawn here by the grass and the bees and the strange sensation that this was a magical place, that the bones of the world were little looser here, double-jointed, twisting back on themselves, leaving spaces one could slip into and hide.
— Laura Ruby, Bone Gap
Whenever someone says some- thing about us, it gets written inside us, permanently. The good words, the ugly words, it’s all right here.” I placed a palm against my chest. “Sure, you can scribble out the words or try to paint over them, but beneath the layers of paint and ink, they’re still there, branded to our cores like initials carved in a tree.
— Cole Gibsen, Life Unaware
I picked up my camera and held it at arm's length and took a picture of myself not caring. I called it: Glory Doesn't Care.
— A.S. King, Glory O'Brien's History of the Future
Zane looks pensive, and then his lips twitch. “They say most girls end up marrying a guy just like their dad.”“Oh God … That’s so lame,” I say, spluttering as coffee dribbles down my chin. “I believe it’s a tried and tested theory,” he says, standing up and wiping my chin with the back of his hand. I jolt at his touch.“Now it’s a theory? I thought it was a saying? Next you’ll be telling me it’s a fact.” I flop back down on the couch.“Empirical evidence shows that sixty-eight percent of girls marry a guy who displays similar personality traits to her father ...” His voice trails off as I shake my head. “What?” he asks, his palms open and raised.“You really need to get out more. Where’d you glean that interesting nugget? The desperate men’s journal perhaps?
— Siobhan Davis, Beyond Reach
If Amber kept up her act forever, it would only be a matter of time before the broken pieces of her real self were too small to ever be put back together. I didn’t know what happened to people once they were unfixable. I only hoped I never had to find out.
— Cole Gibsen, Life Unaware
It was a single line amid a wall of hate. It barely made a difference.But it was a start—and that was all that mattered.
— Cole Gibsen, Life Unaware
Why do you do it, Amber? Why do you go after people like you do? It’s not who you are.”“That’s the point,” Amber said. “I’m not allowed to be who I really am.
— Cole Gibsen, Life Unaware
Don’t you think it’s sad some people are only remembered by the graffiti about them on the bathroom stalls?
— Cole Gibsen, Life Unaware
He could no longer pretend not to have been brought to his knees by her blows, and he could no longer avoid the sentiments that his heart forced him to feel.
— Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart
All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?'He was quiet. He wanted everything she'd just said to be the last thing he heard. He wanted to fall asleep with 'I want you' in his ears. 'God,' she said. 'I told you I shouldn't talk. I didn't even answer your question.
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
We've peered into the deepest parts to see beyond what lies on the surface.
— Kellie Thacker, Grace
We had given in to our vulnerability and cast down any pretenses that we were too strong to be weak.
— Kellie Thacker, Grace
I wrapped up my food to take home. "Let's go. We need to discuss your favorite method of dying, because I'm going to kill you. Just so you know."Claire grinned. "You're welcome."~Gray
— Patricia B. Tighe, Life In The No Dating Zone
For the first time, with complete clarity and absolute conviction, I know I love him entirely with all that I have, everything I am, and who I’m going to be. Of course, I’ve told him before, but not like this, not with the fierce swelling of love and fervent determination that I feel ebbing and flowing inside me, as vital as the air I breathe. Before—when I said it—it was borne out of immaturity, or necessity, or maybe just plain old lust. Now I radiate with the veracity of my love and this newfound truth that we really are meant to be.
— Siobhan Davis, Beyond Reach
I understand that you want to have fun. That you like to distract yourself from life by going and doing these ridiculous things and laughing the whole time while you do them. I know you want to pretend that everything’s okay by trying your best to act normal, but I don’t. I want to sit in this house and mope around and be sad and revel in the fact that my life is complete shit from here on out.
— John Corey Waley
At what point do they believe what's been branded on their skin instead of just knowing who they are on the inside.
— Abi Ketner & Missy Kalicicki
You can't let your light die out. Yours is the only light on my dark path. Without it, I will be forever lost.
— Kellie Thacker, Grace
I wrapped up my food to take home. 'Let's go. We need to discuss your favorite method of dying, because I'm going to kill you. Just so you know.'Claire grinned. 'You're welcome.' ~Gray
— Patricia B. Tighe, Life In The No Dating Zone
Every day is its own infinity, every hour, its own eternity, every minute, its own forever.
— Shelly Crane, Undeniably Chosen
I don't think relationships are just physicality. There are ways to show you care about someone, not just using your lips... Or any other body part.
— Jenny Han, To All the Boys I've Loved Before
I keep hearing that being a geek is cool now, but I'm not sure the rest of the world has gotten the memo
— Liz Czukas, Top Ten Clues You're Clueless
I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as he showed me what love felt like. As he showed me that a kiss could change your entire world.
— Shelly Crane, Undeniably Chosen
Is there a club for bitchiness management, like Alcoholics Anonymous? Because, seriously, I think you should visit it.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
I’m not mean to everybody. I’m only mean to people whose intellectual level is awfully lower than mine.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
Orange?" He seems unconvinced."Not bright orange. But soft. Like the sunset," I say. "At least, that's what you told me once.
— Suzanne Collins
Sometimes, when I'm alone, I take the pearl from where it lives in my pocket and try to remember the boy with the bread
— Suzanne Collins
And as her voice carried in the darkness, he wasn’t sure where the borders between her story and his dream were. But he saw no more nightmares; he dreamed of a noble Sky Ghost and his little daughter, which he taught everything she needed to become a better warrior than he was.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
...their voices are quieter than the other groups around them, but their body language speaks volumes.
— Sandy   Hall, A Little Something Different
I'll die of embarrassment." "At least you'll die knowing.
— Sandy   Hall, A Little Something Different
It was like I couldn't think of any words. Now I can think of about nine million." "How many words are in the English language?""Not the point.
— Sandy   Hall, A Little Something Different
It's so weird how that can be, how you could have a night that's the worst in your life, but to everybody else it's just an ordinary night.
— R.J. Palacio, Wonder
My emotions are spiraling out of control. I never promised I would be logical at a time like this!
— Sandy   Hall, A Little Something Different
I feel like this is a horror story. That's how scared I am right now."Don't be scared.""That doesn't help.
— Sandy   Hall, A Little Something Different
Dead yet?" Gus answered.I smirked. "Not yet, but the night's still young.""Here's hoping.
— Jessica Shirvington, Disruption
Grandma's house had the atmosphere of a Tupperware box left out in the sun. Like a tropical flower, she had to be kept warm and moist at all times, or she would wilt and die.
— Matthew Crow, In Bloom
I look at her suspiciously. ... Nothing is ever short and easy in this class.
— Sandy   Hall, A Little Something Different
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
I am an Ultimate,” she vowed, the walls of her heart quaking with ferocity and determination. “And I have thepower to do the impossible.
— Sheeza Iqbal, The Sky Realm
All I knew was that in a way I couldn't explain, his hug matched his stare.
— Juliana Mae
Biking up the same mile-and-a-half long asphalt hill is so much harder when I know that at the end of the journey I’ll either be an outlaw, or I’ll be dead.
— E.J. Squires, Savage Run
Well, as I see it, the only way to win is to play the game and beat everyone at it. And I mean, who’s to say you can’t make your own rules?” I say.“Spoken like a true outlaw,” Nicholas retorts.I smirk, a little guiltily. “I suppose. Thank goodness you went along with it. Anyone else would have refused to register me or left me to Master Douglas.” Shivers go up my spine.“Partners in crime.”I laugh at first, but then think about it. “That’s kind of sad.”“Or exciting.” He stares at me for a moment. “Well, speaking as your registrar, you need to get some rest.”“Are you ever going to let me have any fun?” I ask.“Not until the sun stops shining.”“Well, technically it goes down every night…” I say.“Not in this country.
— E.J. Squires, Savage Run
Shadows ran all around her and someone was talking to her but it was all just white noise. Goodbye solo she would never perform. Goodbye perfect night that never got the chance to end in Garrett’s arms. Garrett, oh god. Goodbye love of her life, she had loved him and with the thought of never seeing him again her body gave up a single tear. It escaped her eye and coursed through the blood and dirt on her cheek making a single clean streak as the blackness took over.
— Renee Jean, Never Give Up
The Arum are nothing more than what a human would call a parasite. They are not worth the filthy floor you lie upon.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Obsession
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.
— Alexandra Engellmann, Sky Ghosts: All for One
You’re easy to read, Ivy, but the whole book of you is complicated.
— Amy Engel, The Book of Ivy
Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.
— Cammie McGovern, Say What You Will
My mission is not to make him happy and bear his children and be his wife. My mission is to kill him.
— Amy Engel, The Book of Ivy
If we keep punishing people for what their parents or their ancestors have done, the world as a whole can never move forward. Society will never grow.
— Jennifer Wilson, New World: Rising
Thirty-two steps until Haley Tremaine entered hell. Thirty-two steps until she walked into the smell of alcohol and burned microwaveable meals, into a place where fear overwhelmed.
— Krystal Wade, Charming
Calling a book "Young Adult" is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored. People used to say they like to read books about romance, true crime, comedy, horror or science fiction. But these days people simply say they like to read "Young Adult" books. As if that were a topic. But that's the thing: Young Adult is not a topic, it's a level of censorship. Saying "I like Young Adult books" is just another way of saying "I like books that have been dumbed down for children. I like books with no big words and no difficult abstract concepts. Nothing that will strain my brain." People like to brag that they used to start reading at an early age, as if that were a badge of honor, a sign of intelligence. Nobody brags about when they started to watch TV. But books are being dumbed down so much these days, it's really not a sign of great intelligence when you're a grown up and you struggle your way through Green Eggs and Ham.
— Oliver Markus
He looked up at the stars as the storm closed in and saw them extinguished, one-by-one, until just two remained. They glimmered and shone through gaps in the clouds like two great eyes in the darkness, burning on a demon’s face that chased him across the sea.
— Brooke Burgess, The Cat's Maw
There are demons within. And they're the deadliest kind.
— Karren Renz Seña
I work my way through the rest of my dates, but I'm only there in body. The boys usually give up after the first hour; it's difficult to have a conversation all by yourself. My ratings plummet, but at least my air-time is minimal now, I'm not offering much in the way of entertainment these days.
— Siobhan Davis, True Calling
The Suitors Ball is fast approaching and it's a nasty reminder that my suitor will be chosen shortly. I feel sorry for the poor unfortunate guy, whichever one of them it happens to be.
— Siobhan Davis, True Calling
Mom used to tell us stories of these bogeymen when we were kids, and Lizzy would crawl into my bed so she could fall asleep. Stories of the monsters who forced us underground, and when the force field faltered, would snatch us from our homes.
— Katherine McIntyre, Snatched
I'm already under the covers when he comes in. I watch as he takes off his shirt and jeans, and climbs into bed beside me. On any other occasion, the sight and feel of his near naked body would send my blood pressure into orbit, but I'm so exhausted by the events of today that I'm incapable of feeling anything even close to desire. And he doesn't ask anything of me.
— Siobhan Davis, True Calling
Puberty corrupts - that’s a fact, and it corrupts without consent – that’s the concern.
— Mohit Parikh, Manan
She didn't need friends; she needed to be a bigger bitch.Chubby Chaser, 11/21/14. Available for preorder on Amazon.
— Kahoko Yamada
Nothing was better than good sex.Chubby Chaser, 11/21/14. Available for preorder on Amazon.
— Kahoko Yamada
Ah, youth!It was a beautiful night...The moon was out of orbit.The stars were awry.But everything else was exactlyas it should have been.
— Roman Payne
Find our way out, Greenie. Solve the buggin' Maze and find our way out.
— James Dashner, The Maze Runner
We're both whisper-screaming at each other. All I can think is this is the worst possible way to break up with somebody.
— Andrea Portes, Anatomy of a Misfit
I don't like you, Park. I think I live for you. I don't think I even breathe when we're not together. Which means when I see you on Monday morning, it's been like sixty hours since I've taken a breath. That's probably why I'm so crabby, and why I snap at you. All I do when we're apart is think about you, and all I do when we're together is panic. Because every second feels so important. And because I'm so out of control, I can't help myself. I'm not even mine anymore, I'm yours, and what if you decide that you don't want me? How could you want me like I want you?
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
The smell of cigarette smoke in the air in a tavern that changes names often,a bar cursed because of a girl who died of a drug overdose in the basement, we put a few coins in the jukebox;chose “Angel Band” by Johnny Cash and sat down at the bar,ordered a soda, you wanted a whiskey on the rocks.We saw the coal miner who moved here from West Virginiaknocking back liquor like I drink sweet tea.No one asked why he was so solemn today.It was warm. It was relatively quiet.To anyone else, this place could feel sinister.But to us, it was freedom. It was a hiding place.No one was ever here long enough to know us.And we liked it that way.
— Taylor Rhodes, Sixteenth Notes: The Breaking of the Rose-Colored Glasses
That’s the funny thing about guns
—  even untrained hands can feel powerful using them. But take that gun away and you’re left with nothing but a coward whose only skill is how to blindly pull a trigger.
All of the things that were shown in early studies to be good for longevity—happy marriages, healthy bodies—are ours to have. We live long,good lives. We die on our eightieth birthdays, surrounded by our families, before dementia sets in. Cancer, heart disease, and most debilitatingillnesses are almost entirely eradicated. This is as close to perfect as any society has ever managed to get.
— Ally Condie, Matched
We could adopt. there are lots of kids out there who could grow up to hate us as much as any kid we could make
— Natalie Corbett Sampson, Game Plan
Youngsters deserve no opinions.
— Carla H. Krueger, Sleeping with the Sun
She looked over the colored boxes of smiling women holding plastic sticks. Why isn’t there a box showing a terrified teen?
— Natalie Corbett Sampson, Game Plan
Do you ever wear leather?" the guy asks."What?""Leather. Do you like leather?""It doesn't exactly wipe me out.""I like to see boys in leather."I look at him cool. "Okay," I say, "what is it you want and how much are you willing to pay for it?""I've got a leather jacket upstairs...Would you put it on?""Just put it on?""I'll go and get it." He leaves the horror hole and returns a few minutes later holding a leather flying jacket with a lambswool collar. There are tears in the jacket's sleeves and the lambswool is yellow with age. John Wayne could've worn it in one of those crappy war films he made. "Put it on," the guy says.I give him a spiky smile and put on the jacket. "Okay, where's the plane and what time's take-off?""Drop your jeans and turn around.
— Eric Bishop-Potter, Jimmy, Mrs Fisher and Me
© Carlyle Labuschagne 2014" As I watched her run down the path and melt with the shadows, I wasn't sure how to feel about her, or the fact that I may just have aided in her escape and doomed us all. I wanted to believe that anyone given a second chance would use it wisely. But wisdom I guess is hard to obtain when destiny stands in its way.
— Carlyle Labuschagne, Absolution
No matter what I did, I was hurting someone. There was a constant battle of emotions going on inside my head, but even though I still cared about Tom all I wanted, all I needed, was Mika.
— Shanice Williams, Virtually Conflicted
A few casualties always come with the war,” Zadok answers. I stare at him for a moment, caught off-guard by his merciless approach. “I doubt you’d say the same if you were one of them.” He looks at me with tired eyes. “That’s where you’re wrong.” His whole body sags, finally showing what age has done to him. “My whole family was a casualty at the Baghdad institute. My parents helped found it. It was the first institute to be targeted by its own government. They went down with it. I was twenty-five. The Jerusalem institute sent help as soon as they found out, before the Iraqi government could search the ruins. I was the only person they found still remotely close to being alive.” His gaze looks lost as he continues. “It took me three years to recover, and four to become a carrier again. It took me that long to re-master my fear of being out of control.” His eyes shift to mine. “Don’t accuse me of not understanding the cost of this war. I understand plenty. I give myself up for it every day.
— C.R. Beck
She leaned back, closing her eyes and blowing out a thin wisp of smoke. “He was always a good-looking man. Your eyes are from him, the same blue, but you are slimmer of build and have your grandmother’s exotic face rather than his rounder, friendly one. He was a bit of a bounder, as men of his looks are apt to be.”I grinned at this, adding to my mental picture.“He married as often as…” she blinked, laughed, “well, as often as I did, I suppose, though my reasons were infinitely better.
— Angela Misri, Jewel of the Thames
It's said that we can all choose our own destiny. But sometimes, for a special few, destiny has no choice but to choose for you.
— Steve M. Robinson Jr., Ascendai: The Destiny Crest
Because even if we were struggling, we had goals. It didn't matter that we weren't there yet. What mattered is that we both experienced setbacks, and full-blown failures, but we got up, brushed ourselves off, and kept going-and were making the best of it.
— Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Oblivion
You're not scared to do the right thing, even when it's harder. Like telling Mr. Weedin when he had copied that problem wrong. Or calling me out when you thought I was being homophobic. And I respect that, Alek. You've got character. That's something I want in a guy I'm going to be with. It means he's going to treat me well, and that he deserves to be treated well himself.
— Michael Barakiva, One Man Guy
If she had looked into his eyes at that very moment she would have seen the inferno that she had thrown him into.
— Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart
Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.
— Shannon A. Thompson, Take Me Tomorrow
I’d skipped the crush kiddie pool and jumped right into the deep, shark-infested ocean of emotions. And, if you’ll forgive the dramatic metaphor, I was a lousy swimmer.
— Kody Keplinger, The DUFF: Designated Ugly Fat Friend
Somewhere close bye, a man is moaning; he's been trampled or thrown or bitten. He sounds resentful or surprised. Did no one tell him that pain lives in this sand, dug in and watered with our blood?
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Scorpio Races
I will no longer be judged by the standards of others. I will judge myself. I will not live by someone else's rules. I will make my own.
— Katherine Longshore, Tarnish
I lean forward, pressing my lips to his, and it breaks me open. His hand leaves my face and traces notes up my arms, strikes chords on my throat and up into my hair. His mouth forms lyrics that expose my soul.The kiss is like a song played only once. And forever.
— Katherine Longshore, Tarnish
Thomas closes the gap between us and kisses me. Hard. This is not wet and sloppy like his playful kisses. Or dry and desperate like Percy's. Or teasing like the king's.No. This kiss is eloquent and alive and speaks direcetly to my soul. My heart ruptures, and the spliters freeze and tumble all around us with the musical sound of broken glass.
— Katherine Longshore, Tarnish
Everything around her was in a fog; the intense light that always shone in his aqua blue eyes was the only thing in focus, but it was suddenly unknown... different... almost embarrassing.
— Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart
I think it's time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.
— Dana Burkey, Just Pretending
I'd encourage [you] to think big and be delusional when setting goals. Yes, delusional. The biggest mistake that I made with my first business was I didn't think big enough. I limited my success by just focusing on a small geographic area and focusing on hitting small sales targets. Now when I set my goals, I make sure that they are ridiculous. I prefer to work extremely hard and fall short on my ridiculous goals than to achieve mediocre goals.
— Warren Cassell Jr., Swim or Drown: Business and Life Lessons I've Learned from the Ocean
Uncle Joe pulled the L.E.F. from his head and his side arm from his hip. “We don’t have five minutes.
— John A. Autero, Footprints
A man without a footprint has no soul.
— John A. Autero, Footprints
A normal life? Now that’s the real fairytale." From UNDER MY SKIN
— Judith Graves
Uncle Joe pulled the L.E.F. from his head and his side arm from his hip.... “We don’t have five minutes.
— John A. Autero, Footprints
Hand in hand, we climb the processional stair, rising in the celebratory uproar of a capricious court. As we enter the palace, we are blinded by the ascent from sunshine into darkness.
— Katherine Longshore, Tarnish
It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like.
— Christie Cote, Rain
We’re seastnan, we live to protect, sometimes we die and I can’t think of a better way to go than fighting for someone I love.
— Caroline Greyling, Five
I rise early that morning and dress in green and brown, my skirst the same colour as the forest floor. I include a cap copied from one of the duchess's, but set farther back from my face. She may be a bitch, but she does have style.
— Katherine Longshore, Tarnish
What's poetry?" I've never heard the word before, but I like the sound of it. It sounds elegant and easy, somehow, like a beautiful woman turning in a long dress.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
The walls loom, grey as the rain outside. LIke the sky of England itself. Everything seems colourless and humbled, despite the layers of velvets and tapestries, the peacock plumage of courtiers and ladies. Greenwich Palace feels like my father's disappointment made tangible.
— Katherine Longshore, Tarnish
Beginnings are easier to find in hindsight
— Natalie Corbett Sampson, Game Plan
I live in an ecotone. Employment must coexist with goofing off. Responsibility must coexist with irresponsibility.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
I never realised how powerful desire could be. It consumes every part of you, enhancing your senses by a million.
— Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday
The wind swoops over the tenements on Orchard Street, where some of those starry-eyed dreams have died and yet other dreams are being born into squalor and poverty, an uphill climb. It gives a slap to the laundry stretched on lines between tenements, over dirty, broken streets where, even at this hour, hungry children scour the bins for food. The wind has existed forever. It has seen much in this country of dreams and soap ads, old horrors and bloodshed. It has played mute witness to its burning witches, and has walked along a Trail of Tears; it has seen the slave ships release their human cargo, blinking and afraid, into the ports, their only possession a grief they can never lose.
— Libba Bray, The Diviners
Now when you say staring, are you including yourself in this assessment? I recall you taking in the view on several occasions.""For the last time, I was not staring at you." I was a terrible liar. "Now, if you're done, I'd like to finish asking my question.
— Stacey O'Neale
You are a bright light, Elli.’ His own breath hitches, a sound that I cannot quite grasp. His eyes are darkening, his lips tightening. His hands grasp me tighter and he moves closer, his mouth inches from mine, I can almost taste the sweetness and saltiness of his scent, the rich coffee beans and sugar, the vague spearmint. I say nothing, I’m not even sure I’m breathing.‘You shouldn’t have to see such pain, such blackness. You are too pure.’ His lips do not collide with mine, his skin does not brush against me, only his voice sends a shiver down every notch in my spine, trailing goose bumps over my skin. He tilts his head to the side, his lips gently brushing against my ear. And that is all. I’m not good enough for him. I’m not. That’s why… that’s why…‘Too pure…
— Charlotte Munro, Grey October
I gotta say, I was really feeling the robe, but there's something about a girl in cartoon pajamas that does it for me.
— Stacey O'Neale, Mortal Enchantment
Without a torch, I stumbled along the paths. The night was dismal. A partial moon hovered bitter and white on the horizon. It was the perfect night for murder.
— Kimberley Griffiths Little, Forbidden
Melons. The girls. Gazongas. I could rattle off every nickname in the world for my boobs – oops nearly forgot jubblies – but it didn’t change the fact they were small.
— Gabrielle Tozer, The Intern
He smirked and sat up "Simmer down, Jelly Bean.
— Stacey O'Neale, Mortal Enchantment
Horeb bent over me and ran his hand down my neck, not stopping when his fingers reached my chest. I jerked backward. "What are you doing?"His eyes were black and intense. "A little taste before the wedding, Jayden?
— Kimberley Griffiths Little, Forbidden
Why aren’t you smiling?” Cameron asks. She picks up the Astropad and stops the video.“Because this is the beginning, not the end.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Take it slow. We want to know what’s ahead before what’s ahead knows we’re here.
— K.E. Douglas, Fallen Down World
I want to get to know you a little better.’ His hand touches mine, the briefest of touches but I still recoil my hand into the sleeve of my cardigan. His touch is blisteringly hot, I’m sure earlier today when he cupped my cheek I had burn marks. But no, it is just him, just his touch, it sends crazy little shivers throughout my entirety.‘I don’t understand you… you said you want what you cannot have. Isn’t this a form of torture?’‘Does a person who wishes to lose weight not taunt themselves with sweets? Does a person not go by the same window every day, just to glimpse the piece of jewellery they long for, yet can never attain? We torment ourselves every day with things we cannot have. Perhaps it is torture, but perhaps my request is genuine.
— Charlotte Munro, Grey October
You’re different, Elli. You’re unlike anyone else, it’s because of that…’‘How can a Prince, how can someone like you be seen with me? I get it, Evan, its fine.’‘It’s because of that, I want you.
— Charlotte Munro, Grey October
I can’t just take it.’‘You can. I’m giving it to you.’ She affirms, glimpsing quickly up at me and then down to the floor, moving her foot once and then back again. Still her hand is offered to me, still flinching with the ring in her palm.‘What do you want for it?’‘Nothing.’ ‘You must want something.’ ‘I... got what I wanted.’ She smiles, such a light, smooth movement of her lips, but it dies out so quickly, like a candle light being blown in the wind. ‘What’s that?’‘I got to see you again, to give it to you.
— Charlotte Munro, Grey October
Lexie was the leader of the bobble heads. They were a group of girls best described as perfect, plastic, fake and hollow headed, hence the name bobble heads.
— Ashley Jeffery, Lilith
Flashes of my past lives kept crawling across my vision. I had Akima’s laugh, Eve’s blind ability to love, and Marrah’s unwavering belief in family. I was all of these women and none of them. Their souls carried along inside of me but unmistakable from my own.I saw their lives in pieces, their triumphs and sorrows, loved ones gained and lost. They were all different yet somehow the same. We were sisters and daughters, lovers and wives.Pacey O'Brien-Lilith
— Ashley Jeffery, Lilith
She never looked nice.She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
— Eleanor Park - Rainbow Rowell.
East Hollow is full of tormented souls.’ I remark, only to hear his chuckle, his eyes moving forward just in time to step out of the way of a wayward man with armfuls of carrier bags.‘Now that is the attraction.
— Charlotte Munro, Grey October
It doesn't matter if it's the real world or fictional," I insisted. "Crushes are the best part of liking someone, and they are completely safe. You get all the benefits of fantasising about someone, but none of the he-loves-me-he-loves-me-not drama. It's all the good parts with none of the parts that make you lie awake at night all angsty.
— Liz Czukas, Ask Again Later
My feet took an involuntary step backward as I suddenly envisioned a world where I wasn't a hot tempered smartass. It was a pretty world.
— Jennifer R. McDonald, Into the Veil
It's just...how do I put this? Maybe it's just hard for me to imagine turning down something that's so much harder for someone like me to find.
— Liz Czukas, Ask Again Later
She waits for his reprimand or words of disapproval.He kisses her instead. Hard. Lips demanding, fingers tightening on her chin. He consumes her with this single act.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Time keeps ticking away, unaware of the suffering each second generates. Time doesn’t care, because if it did, it would’ve reversed.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Struggling transforms her captor into a Chinese finger trap. She’s suffocating. Sucking in air without relief. Her lungs expand. Contract. Expand. They fill with lies and broken promises. With despair and lost hope. Each inhale is empty. Invisible hands reach into her body and constrict around her windpipe. She watches her friends collapse like supernovae, their cognizance disappearing into a black hole. A black hole she’s quickly cascading into. The dark consumes, bleeds into her vision. She blinks. Catches icy blue eyes peeking out from the shadows.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Landon drops the bloody knife and stares at Summer like he doesn’t even know her anymore. The truth is, she’ll never be the girl she was seven months ago. Too much has happened. Too much has changed.“Why’d you do that?” Summer cries.“To save you,” he says.But there’s nothing left to save.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
He holds her for an eternity. Time cascades into the void of the past. She inhales his scent. Full of man and strength and yearning. And she wonders why she ever doubted their relationship. Why she let Julian’s soothing touch coax her into loving him too. Gage is everything. Gage is hers.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Death and his scythe do not come. No sweeping black capes or ethereal escapes. There’s no pearly gate, no prisms of colors as his soul slips away. The stillness is cold steel. The silence is empty with no memory to mend it.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
She feels him scoot closer, the heat of him radiating off his chest and absorbing into her skin. His legs straddle her from behind, and he places delicate kisses along her shoulder, her back, the very center of her spine. Each time is like an electric current surging through her, soul stirring and lovely.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Her gaze travels back to the lie twisted in a tempest of mud and blood. She witnesses the culmination of her recklessness through a curved lens. Absorbed in life uncoiling, unaware of the world beyond this ridge. His light hair, darkened by rain. His stiff shoulders, full of pain. The vision poisoned with truth. With rust-stained hues.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
I’m sorry,” he says. No two words were ever truer.Still, she says nothing. Once a shield, now her taciturnity is brandished like a blade, carving away his sanity. She’s the flaw in the paragon of life—the reason angels choose to dive to their downfalls in fiery comets of stardust.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Dreams deny her the freedom she truly seeks. Darkness consumes. Leg muscles burn. She runs away, even while lost in the paradise of sleep. Gravity is a crushing force bearing down on her chest, shattering wings and refusing her flight. A whisper in her mind. You don’t belong here.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
You should’ve told me,” she repeats. “Because here’s a news flash: You might’ve wanted to shelter me, but there’s nowhere you can hide me that’ll keep me safe from what’s inside my head.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
A glacial chill rushes through Gage. He whips around just in time to see arms clutch Summer around the middle and drag her into the dark. Panic seizes him, and he takes off after her, regardless of the chaos brewing behind him. Her cry of surprise echoes all around them, drilling into his bones.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
You didn’t tell Summer about it, did you?”“What?” Gage scoffs. “Yeah, telling your girlfriend the Angel of Death might visit her if some switch is flipped is normal pillow talk.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Maybe the Society was right all along. From the very beginning, that’s what they called her. A time bomb.Tick, tick, tick.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
I thought it was just him,” she says, ignoring him. “But then I found out I had the same effect, which means the Society did something to my head too.”Gage’s eyes close, horror washing over him. “You really do love him.”“Yes. No. I don’t know.” Her cries start up again, piercing his heart. “Gage, help me.”“I love you,” he says, holding her closer. “That’s real.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Just in case you’re wondering,” Gage says, breaking the silence, “this alliance of ours doesn’t mean I like you.”“Feeling’s mutual.” Julian tosses him a disdainful look.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
I can’t—won’t do that to him,” Summer says sharply. “Or to myself. Besides, your feelings for me aren’t real. The Society did this to you. And if they did it to you, they probably scrambled my brain too. I can’t trust that any of this is real.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Seconds ebb and wane. She’s not afraid of her voice anymore, but she’s not entirely sure she trusts it. She’s seen the damage caused with a single word. Right now, each one is a weapon, a conduit of war, and she won’t just throw them out there all willy-nilly.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
When I see your scars, do I want to erase them? Absolutely. But not your physical scars. The real ones, beneath the surface. The ones that compel you to stay silent or force you to cringe. Those are the scars I want to obliterate.” His finger circles the dip of a burn mark on her forearm. “This is a battle trophy and nothing to be ashamed of. Every one of your scars makes you more beautiful to me.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Dammit, Gage. What the hell were you thinking?”“I wasn’t,” he shouts. “I was upset she wanted to stay, and I lost it.”Ethan scoffs. “Yeah, you did.”“I’m an idiot.”“Yeah, you are.”“Shut up.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
If this is my final moment,” she says, “then I can die happy.”“Is that why you’re saying all this? Because you think we’re going to die?”“I don’t know,” she admits.“Dammit, Summer.” He clings to her waist, grip desperate, eyes heavy with torment. “You’re saying everything I want to hear, but I don’t know if I can trust it.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Time is a thief. A killer. Time is killing him.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Her mum is leaning against the wall, arms crossed, when Summer exits. “Gage left from here a few minutes ago,” she says, tone neutral. “His hair was ruffled.” She gestures with her hand above her head.The haze Gage left Summer in vanishes. She frowns.Her mum sighs and steps forward. Smooths her daughter’s hair. “If he hurts you,” she says in a mild tone, “I’ll kill him.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Avery slides on his glasses and opens his eyes again. “Dammit!” he says again with more feeling. “Why does stuff like this keep happening?”“You say that as if it’s a bad thing,” Rob says, smirking.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
A layer of fine powder coats his skin.“My lungs are turning to concrete,” Rob wheezes, hacking and spitting.“So are my eyes. How do I always get roped into these things?” Avery coughs and pats Rob’s back in sympathy. A poof of dust billows from the contact.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
The night surrounds, breathes across her skin. They’re lost in the shadows of the moon.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Dignity is overrated. You know what trumps dignity? Kissing.
— Nina LaCour, Everything Leads to You
I still have the scars from when they captured me and beat me in the middle of the street.""You don't get scars.""Emotional scars then.
— Amy Tintera, Rebel
You could've at least let me know you weren't dead by the way. I was actually kind of sad about that." "That's a pretty incredible sentiment, coming from you.
— Amy Tintera, Rebel
You know what the secret to a happy life is?""No regrets. Just live in the moment.
— Nicole Christie, Falling for the Ghost of You
I sort of liked the sound of bones breaking. It was like home.
— Amy Tintera, Rebel
I hadn't yet come to terms with the man my father was, or the lives he'd destroyed. But I accepted that he was part of me, and that he'd loved me once.
— Elle Cosimano, Nearly Gone
Calling a book "Young Adult" is just a fancy way of saying the book is censored.
— Oliver Markus
It felt really good to do something that made no sense at all.
— Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
When you’re with a girl, it’s always best to act like you’re an old hand at everything—not to impress her, but just to make sure she feels safe.
— Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now
Isn’t that what true romance issupposed to be about? Finding the person who’s your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.
— Jodi Picoult, Between the Lines
And, she thought uncomfortably, what would happen if people did not recognize you? Would you know who you were yourself? If tomorrow they started to call her Vanessa or Janet or Elizabeth, would she know how to be, how to feel like, Charlotte? Were you some particular person only because people recognized you as that?
— Penelope Farmer, Charlotte Sometimes
The last time I checked, I wasn’t the one who tripped over a glass container of sugar that I had myself dropped... after, of course, having received several bruises from an attempt to retrieve a flip-flop that had somehow ended up in the sink.
— Gina Marinello-Sweeney, I Thirst
Then I rest my head on his chest and I feel the beating of his heart, even though it is not as fast as mine at this moment. I imagine that his heart can be as cold as an ice vial or a steel shield that will never be penetrated by any kind of feeling that makes him more human and less insensitive. ~Emily
— Pet Torres, Ardent Affection
In that moment I was as jealous of her getting to leave Montana as I'd ever been of anything or anyone in my life.
— Emily M. Danforth, The Miseducation of Cameron Post
The day the nation voted on whether I’d live or die, I woke up with a headache.
— S.E. Bennett, Cipher
Well I'm not going to hope that you get hurt, but if you do, remember that you're my damsel in distress, and no one is allowed to carry you.""I don't remember signing a contract.""All the more reason to promise me now.""What if you're not around when I get hurt?""Send word, I`ll come running.""How big an injury does it have to be? Because sometimes I do this thing when I stand up too quickly and my ankle kind of twists a little---""Sounds serious. You don't want to put any weight on that. I`d better carry you the next time that happens.""What if I skin my knee?""I`ll carry you.""Charley horse?""I`ll carry you.""Chipped toenail?""Not worth taking a risk. I`ll carry you.
— Claire LaZebnik
I liked to count my blessings in a world where they were so few, and he was one of mine.
— Christina L. Barr, Sunrise Sunset
He held out his hand to Sophie, just like Mrs. Pentstemmon, but a little less royally. Sophie levered herself up, wondering if she was meant to kiss this hand or not. But since she felt more like raising her stick and beating the King over the head with it, she shook the King's hand and gave a creaking little curtsy.
— Diana Wynne Jones, Howl's Moving Castle
Learn everything you can learn now while you are young. If you think you are old now, well let me remind you that NOTHING IS TOO LATE. If you will start it now, you are never too old to do it! Don't wait for another year older for you to learn something new. JUST DO IT. (You listen to Nike!)
— Diana Rose Morcilla
His lips press into mine in a kiss meant to make the world fade away.And it delivers.
— Rachel  Harris, My Not So Super Sweet Life
Cat's heated gaze meets mine, and she smiles. Another piece of my heart is hers.
— Rachel  Harris, My Not So Super Sweet Life
Wishing that I could stay right here in this moment of not doing, but simply being, forever.
— Rachel  Harris, My Not So Super Sweet Life
He wasn’t kissing me like I was going to break
—  he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss.
That was the beauty of Family, Dakota decided, you knew what it took to make them bleed. The magic was in choosing not too.
— Ann Simko, The Center of the Storm
She's not close enough. She'll never be close enough...
— Rachel  Harris, My Not So Super Sweet Life
He’s focused on something—or someone—over her shoulder.The harmonious warbling of the rainforest morphs into organized disarray, as if a primitive maestro has thrown conducting to the wind and let Mother Nature take over. Birds trill a warning as the breeze rustles the plant life. Wings flutter overhead. A crescendo of stridulation changes tempo, the insects seemingly performing a sonata as the rhythm shifts yet again.“What—who is it?” Summer asks in a strained whisper.His gaze lands on her, his brows furrowing. “The Forsaken.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he was handing me his shirt. The sight of him with no shirt on hit me. Holy hell, what was he doing?
— Christie Cote, Rain
He smiles at her before ever opening his eyes. The innocence in his face ensnares. Wraps her heart in a cocoon.They did this to him. The Society. Constructed that smile with malicious expectations. Now she must rip it off his face. Because she doesn’t deserve his love. Or Gage’s. This madness coils around her throat, darkening every inch of her soul.
— Laura Kreitzer, Burning Falls
Uh, got into a fight with the kitchen or something?” he asked, smirking. I ran my hands through my hair and felt remains of the fruit as I did and cringed. Well, this must be attractive. I motioned for him to come into the living room and shut the door behind him.“Something like that,” I replied coolly. He walked past me and went to the kitchen, probably to get a better look. “Well, I see you won. The fruit won’t be going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe the apples. Those look like they need some more killing.
— Christie Cote, Rain