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Jai, she pleaded quietly, if you hadn’t noticed, I’m a guts and glory kind of girl. I think I’d die trying to protect anyone I care about. It’s just the way I’m wired, I guess. I would die trying to protect Charlie because I love him. He’s my family, and I don’t want to lose any more family." She took another step so her body pressed flushed to him, her fingers falling to his lips. The sound of his shallow breathing emboldened her. "But Jai… I would die a hundred deaths to save you… because the thought of being here without you now, the thought of losing you… is unimaginable." Their eyes locked and heat bloomed in her cheeks as Jai pressed closer to her, his hand sliding across her lower back and gently guiding her even more tightly against him. "Jai, you have no idea how much I’ve fallen in love with you. I don’t think a person could fall any harder.
— Samantha Young, Borrowed Ember
Love is a monster.
— Nikki Rae, Sunshine
He grinned. "Well, girlfriend seems to be too shallow a word for what I feel for you. These past two weeks it's been as if you control my breathing. When I watched you with Marcus, my chest would tighten, and it became hard to breathe. But then I would see you smile or laugh, and I could take a deep breath again.
— Abbi Glines, Breathe
I push through physical pain. Life hurts. I enjoy the positives.
— Carla J. Hanna
For one last time, I said my goodbyes to the place I’d known as home for the last decade, and for the first time, I welcomed the unknown.
— Nicole Sobon, Submerged
You're everything I write about in my songs, but can never have.
— Abbi Glines, Breathe
As I stand at the edge of the pit, searching for his body amongst all the others, I am slightly frightened by the violent clashes. It seems almost savagery, the way they throw themselves into each other. As I continue to watch, unable to look away, drawn in by their angry and troubled release I see him. His body is sweating, his muscles are flexed and his face holds an expression of pain mixed with pleasure. In that moment I realize their is so much I don't know about the man I am falling in love with and my fear of him excites me.
— Nicole T. Smith, Scarlett's Will
He fought his inner wuss and groaned, “Fine. Bait me up and show me the hook.
— Samantha Young, Darkness, Kindled
there were moments throughout the whole day when she had to shake herself because she found her thoughts climbing over her like creeping ivy, scratching and biting into her skin and entangling her in their morbid clutch. Because... wasn't ot true now that not only was she not human but she was kind of a 'thing' rather than Jinn? The Seal was an object with no emotion or thought or feeling. It has one purpose. To command the Jinn. What did that really make her then?
— Samantha Young, Smokeless Fire
I’m beginning to feel as though we’re in some kind of cocoon, I’m just afraid as to what we are going to emerge as. Will I fly away or will he destroy me.
— Nicole T. Smith, Scarlett's Will
Sadie gave her head an exaggerated scratch. ‘Don’t come too close if you know what’s good for you, these nits are on steroids.
— Sharon Sant, Runners
I had an unfortunate habit of allowing my anger to blind me. An extremely unfortunate habit. Glate knew that, and he knew how to stop me from doing something stupid. He was my sense of reality in a world thrown off balance. But he wasn’t here now.
— Nicole Sobon, Submerged
You cannot know what light isif you have not experienced darkness.How could you know what happiness feels likeif you know not what it means to be sad?Right does not exist without wrongHate exists because there is love.You are either driven by fear or love.To love is not to fear.It is to be godly.
— Carlyle Labuschagne, The Broken Destiny
He saw the rules of life clearly for the first time and they were simple: it was a game where Death was the only winner.
— Sharon Sant, Runners
Sometimes I wonder about good and evil. If the villain wins, isn't he heralded as the hero? I've tried so hard to be good since that day, but sometimes I wonder whether it's even worth it. After all, to be the hero, I have to win.
— Sarah C. Yung, The Piano Catastrophe
We combine our three packs of pasta for dinner – pesto. We tip the dried stuff into a pan, add water and simmer. We try it, looking at each other with disbelief as it hits the tastebuds. ‘It’s pesto, Jim, but not as we know it,’ I say.‘Fascinating,’ says Lou, unsmiling humouring my Star Trek reference, while wincing at the foul food. (And what made me say that? Is there such a thing as a dad-joke vacuum that needs to be filled, even in the wild?)
— Fiona Wood, Wildlife
Jake's in trouble.'Luca rolled his eyes. 'What now?''He's gone off somewhere, I think I know where, and I don't think it's good.''Cant that boy ever stay in and watch telly like the rest of us?
— Sharon Sant, Not of Our Sky
Jacob glanced across at the woman. 'She'd have you for breakfast, mate.''Yeah,' Luca countered, 'maybe I want to be had for breakfast.
— Sharon Sant, The Young Moon
I have two rules I follow religiously:#1. Don't sweat the small stuff.#2. It's all small stuff.
— R.  Rose
It was a room full of ghosts, arranged in readiness for days that would never happen.
— Sharon Sant, Runners
True, but Little Sister is patient and she's always watching.
— Jenn Cooksey, The Other Fish in the Sea
Sorry, dear. This isn´t fairy tale. There´s no happily ever after. Just... ever after.
— Wynne Channing, What Kills Me
What do I look like? A blonde rolodex for boys who've lost an archery match with cupid?
— Jenn Cooksey, The Other Fish in the Sea
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.
— Melissa Eskue Ousley, Sign of the Throne
Because being assaulted with maxi pads is a great way to win friends and influence people.
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
And he leans in, so carefully. Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us and he's so close, he's so close and I can't feel my legs anymore. I can't feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything and he whispers"Please."He says, "Please don't shoot me for this.
— Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me
Break my heart for what breaks yours. Everything I am for you kingdom's cause, as I walk from nothing to eternity.
— Kiera Cass
Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me.
— Kiera Cass
Anger is easier than forgiveness.
— Ellen Hopkins, Perfect
Anyone that looked like that wouldn't need to tie up girls and imprison them in order to get them to marry him
— Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel
Painfully, the tips of his fingers grazed over her neck, torturing her soul. She didn't move as his hand stroked the length of her nape, feeling the slight warmth of her aura make him lightly tingle with a frenzied anticipation. Her blood burned for him, feeling her veins bubble hot as he continued to linger his seductions along the rims of her body. He listened attentively as the beating of her heart increased tri-fold, the quickening pulse thump beneath his horny fingertips.
— Keira D. Skye
In life, if a door closes, all you need to do is move to the window; as long as your whiskers can clear the space you will move through effortlessly. quote by T.G. the "Feline Goddess of Everything and Everyone
— R.  Rose
Tonight she was just plain Liz, nobody extraordinary, paranormal, or otherwise.Tomorrow, that would change.
— Eli  Hinze, No Angels
Everything changes except human behavior and its consequences.
— Stephanie M. Sellers, The Gamecocks
A thick, intense fog was rolling in from the ocean, which created long, strange shadows to form like creatures of their own kind.
— Keira D. Skye
Barnabas’s voice helps me drift off to sleep. I think briefly about how I’ve never felt this way about anyone else. I care about my family and friends, but this is a different feeling. This must be how my father feels about my mother. This must be what it feels like to be in love. Somehow, I’m certain.I know I can’t leave him here to rot. I can’t leave him at all.
— Kris Noel, The Serenity Compound
It doesn't matter who you were or what you've done in the past. The only thing that matters is who you are right now.
— Shelly Crane, Wide Awake
He gave a hard smile and the oxygen in my lungs evaporated. “Weboth know I’m not a gentleman.”“Yeah. Okay, let me out. I’m tired.”“There’s something else,” he said, and I groaned.“What now?”“This.” He stepped closer to me, so close that the containers weresandwiched between us. His eyeslooked down into mine, intent and golden, like a lion.“Oh, no, you don’t!” I hissed, dropping everything. I pushed hardagainst his chest; it was like shovinga tree.“Yes,” he said very softly, leaning down. “Yes, I do.
— Cate Tiernan, Immortal Beloved
I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable.Is it sickness or is it heartbreak?I can't tell.The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.
— David Levithan, Every Day
Sometimes books feel like the only thing that keep her sane. Actually, she knows that they're the only reason she's still even vaguely okay right now. That's what she clings to: reading great books and seeing great films and, for as long as she's immersed in them, being able to forget, if only for a short time, about the reality of her life.
— Steph Bowe, All This Could End
Sometimes the rules don't work. Sometimes the rules cause the anarchy.
— Susan Beth Pfeffer, The Dead and the Gone
Girls are much too clever to fall out of their prams
— J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan
But love is this really powerful thing that everyone's got if they'd just learn how to accept it. I mean, come on. If it's something we all have to give, and if it's something we all want, doesn't that mean there's exactly enough to go around?
— Philip Beard, Dear Zoe
People who fall in love can fall out of it.
— Philip Beard, Dear Zoe
What’s your name?” I ask again. 	“Chris,” he says. “Chris Young.” 	I exhale dramatically, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. 	“I can take you,” I reply. “But if you try anything, I’ll shoot you right between the eyes. Seriously.” 	He almost smiles.	“Yes, ma’am.
— Summer Lane, State of Emergency
I’ve never been on a bike,” I say. “I mean, I’ve been on a bike but not a motorcycle.”“And why is that?” he asks. “Bugs. They get in your mouth, right? That’s just gross.” Chris makes a face.“If you ride around with your mouth hanging open, I assume that could be a possibility.
— Summer Lane, State of Emergency
I leaned down and looked at his handsome face. I wanted to kiss him in a way that would remain soft and true on his lips, all the while help him from escaping the overwhelming sense of sadnes that he felt. I pressed forward and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of fish against his lips, and the disappointment that he held so very deeply inside. I kissed him long and wide, yet limp and yielding, pulling myself away from reality to only drown in the fantasy of our love. I touched his mouth in such a loving way, that not even his incapability to reach into my soul, could tear us away from exchanging such romance. He immediately gave into the kiss, his sadness slowly giving way to the moment that we so intimately shared. It amazed me what a merman could do, even when flowing tears streamed down his face. Through the bridge of kissing, I had healed him, and he had healed me in return.
— Keira D. Skye
Yes, his ear. I was attracted to his ear. While I was in church. I'm pretty sure that solidifies my position as the weirdest person on the planet.
— Amanda Hamm, The 4th Floor Lounge
Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defense, but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home
— J.M. Barrie
My mouth dropped open, because even if it wasn't my best friend, I knew the guy who was presently rubbing the short stubble on his chin. The only new thing about him was the little scar on his left eyebrow. It was Gabriel Green, known to me as Gabe the douche bag. Great!
— Stephanie Witter, By My Side
I don’t know how it happened. Nobody does. There are only theories, empty rhetoric and doomsday prophecies. None of them are right, but none of them are completely wrong, either. They all have a grain of truth. All I know is where I was and what I was doing when it happened.
— Summer Lane, State of Emergency
Art was my little private pleasure. Nobody had seen my art, not even my parents. Andy didn't know about it. My dream was to become a publisher, not an artist lost in New York.
— Stephanie Witter, By My Side
A conscience can be a dangerous thing
— Kyra Dune, The Silver Catacombs
Ladies, set your standards high. Never lower them.. The day you do, you will get less then what you deserve.Every woman, deserves to be treated like a queen with respect. It's better to be single and fabulous on your own then to be in a relationship that isn't what you always dreamed of.
— erica maples and Stefany Terherst
Keegan had never realized how absolute silence could be in the minutes before dawn. Maybe because the expectation of battle filled the air, not even birds sang.
— Julia Crane, Coexist
Do I make you nervous?" he said teasingly.
— S.G. Holster, Thirty Seconds to Die
So young and yet already carrying a great burden on her shoulders. Do not worry, my dear, I will make sure you can protect yourself and others. Because you are our hope … sweet, darling … Arima.
— Effie Crescent, Het Verloren Koninkrijk
Why I let you talk me into these things, I’ll never understand. One day you’re going to get me into some serious trouble," Rowan said, shaking his head.
— Effie Crescent, Het Verloren Koninkrijk
I don’t want to kill you, but I must. For the good of the country.
— Kyra Dune, The Silver Catacombs
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.
— Kyra Dune, The Silver Catacombs
I don’t have enough gross words in my gross vocabulary to describe how gross that gross thought is. Gross.
— A.S. King, Ask the Passengers
I feel like I might start crying and that I'm going to cry pee.
— John Green, Paper Towns
I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
The fiery tickle of outrage burned up her throat. “How the hell would you know that when you never gave me a chance?”Something dark and scorching flickered behind his eyes. “Because no other girl has ever made me want to forget all my own rules for them.
— Airicka Phoenix, Games of Fire
I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.
— Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule
A soft mist blew around them. Raindrops glistened in his hair, shimmering under the pale glow of the light post. His eyes were shadowed beneath wispy fringes, but the silver in them glinted like pools of liquid mercury. Her breath caught. It must have made a sound because his fingers tightened. His shaky exhale whispered across her face.“This,” he whispered so quietly she almost didn’t hear him. “Is why you are so bad for me.
— Airicka Phoenix, Games of Fire
I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?
— Daria Snadowsky, Anatomy of a Single Girl
And you… do you know what you are?”“Stupid?”“Beautiful,” he says, his face turning red.
— Elizabeth Scott, Something, Maybe
We all have skeletons in our closets. Some of us are just better at hiding them behind the hangers filled with clothes." "Yeah, right, you don't seem like the type of guy who has a pile of femur bones stuffed behind your collared shirts and navy blue blazers." Nick and Wilson
— Gretchen de la O, Almost Eighteen
Coming into your powers can be a very confusing time. Perhaps there is a book on the subject. If you like, we can go see Marian."Yeah, right. Choices and Changes. A Modern Girl's Guide to Casting. My Mom Wants to Kill Me: A Self-Help Book For Teens.
— Kami Garcia
His eyes were twin flakes of ember floating into the night from a roaring inferno. “I won’t let anything happen to you. No matter what I have to do, I will keep you safe.
— Airicka Phoenix, Games of Fire
I don’t think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.
— Elizabeth Scott, Something, Maybe
I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t think he’d ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn’t.
— Elizabeth Scott, Something, Maybe
And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it’s not that easy.
— Elizabeth Scott, Something, Maybe
I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.
— Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule
And Mother, I love her dearly, but she flies into a panic whenever I mention women’s rights. As she sees it, it will be so much more difficult to marry me off if I am not only of a weak constitution but of a progressive mind as well.
— Gwenn Wright, Katherine's Journal
Well, put it this way--I don't want to ever imagine a moment without you next to me ever again.
— Gretchen de la O, Eighteen at Last
In my family nudity just doesn’t exist
—  I’m pretty sure my parents were both born fully clothed and still shower that way.
I thought you were going to— you’re standing under my window. Aren’t you supposed to climb up here or something?”“My ladder’s at home.
— Elizabeth Scott, Something, Maybe
Reputations seldom deliver on promises of happiness.
— Huston Piner, My Life as a Myth
I can see how your mother would have a point. Having a debate with a politically minded woman can be intriguing and even entertaining but to share a house with her and have her always campaigning and protesting at the dinner table,” he slanted his gaze down toward me. “That could be very tiring indeed.
— Gwenn Wright, Katherine's Journal
In one blow, that dream died as they dragged me—him—away. A tear slid down my cheek. I wasn't the only one mourning the loss of a dream. "I'm sorry." 'You're not alone, I just wanted you to know that. And someday, when I have my powers back and am free, I'm going to do some serious damage to the people who've hurt you.
— Kimberly Kinrade, Forbidden Mind
Once you've ridden the roller coaster, the Ferris wheel's kinda restricting.
— Daria Snadowsky, Anatomy of a Single Girl
I opened the door and stepped in. Raw pain filled me at the sight of my painting. 'Show me what it looked like, before the fire.' His request surprised me, but I did as he asked. With eyes closed, I projected the exact details of the painting I had poured my soul into. Just as I had experienced his love of surfing in a visceral way, he shared not just the visual beauty of my work, but the love and passion with which I had dedicated myself to it. 'Thank you. Now, it will never truly be gone.' I choked back a sob and went to Mr. K's office.
— Kimberly Kinrade, Forbidden Mind
You just called me a bitch!But that's not a bad thing. See what I meant was you're an unapologetic hard ass!
— Z.L. Arkadie, The Seventh Sister
Blaire, even if all we do is kiss or just lay there and talk, I'm okay with that. I just wanted you up here. Close to me.
— Abbi Glines, Fallen Too Far
I need you. Right now. Let me love you right here, please.
— Abbi Glines, Fallen Too Far
If there is one thing worse than self-pity, it was other people's pity.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Can we get out of here?""Your chariot awaits.""In the form of a blue Ford ute?" I curved my brow."But of course," he said in an over-the-top French accent."Sacre blur, bad accent alert!""Wow," he said, "Le rude?""Le sorry?""Le hurt." Toby clutched his heart."What can I do to soothe your shattered ego?"Toby drummed his chin thoughtfully, pacing around me. He stopped just near enough to whisper in my ear."Le kiss?
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Birthdays were wretched, delicious things when you lived in Beau Rivage. The clock stuck midnight, and presents gave way to magic.Curses bloomed.Girls bit into sharp apples instead of birthday cake, chocked on the ruby-and-white slivers, and collapsed into enchanted sleep. Unconscious beneath cobweb canopies, frozen in coffins of glass, they waited for their princes to come. Or they tricked ogres, traded their voices for love, danced until their glass slippers cracked.A prince would awaken, roused by the promise of true love, and find he had a witch to destroy. A heart to steal. To tear from the rib cage, where it was cushioned by bloody velvet, and deliver it to the queen who demanded the princess's death. Girls became victims and heroines.Boys became lovers and murderers.And sometimes... they became both.
— Sarah Cross, Kill Me Softly
I may have been buzzed last night, but I remember everything. I can't promise you that I won't want to drive you home, or kiss you like crazy again. Because I will. I do.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
That’s the thing. I’ve never met anyone like you, Tess. You think you’re a no one? You’re so wrong. So wrong. You stand in a room with all the Angelas, even the Ellies. None of them can compare to you. I remember when you started working at the Onslow, I couldn’t keep my eyes off you. You were so terrified. You weren’t full of yourself like other girls. Every time you walked into the bar, you were like a breath of fresh air. Even when Angela was a bitch to you, you rose above it. You made me see the difference in people. You’re not a nobody, Tess, you’re a somebody.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
So if I was to choose? Then I choose complicated,” I said, with a nod of finality. I met his eyes again in a silent challenge.“I choose you.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
He looked at me now."Remember I said, 'what if I didn't want to fix your bike?'"I remembered. "Yes...""I didn't want to fix it, because I liked driving you places.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Thanks for not trying to see me when I looked like hell.”“To be fair, you still look pretty bad.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
I'm not even sure we remembered to kiss. What we had went deeper than a kiss
— Kami Garcia, Beautiful Redemption
What do you know? This is where it all began,” he said.“Began?”“This is exactly where I was when I wanted to kiss you,” he whispered, his lips brushing along my neck causing me to melt under his touch. “So bad.”“Except this time there’s no drunk netballer squawking at us,” I teased.“I wouldn’t care if the seven horseman of the Apocalypse charged through the garden right now, nothing’s gonna stop me from doing this.” He leaned down and captured my lips with tenderness, a completely perfect kiss, like it always was.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
A 'T' for Tess, a 'T' for Toby.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
You realise that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you,” he said.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
Tess, there isn't a drunken, screaming netballer in the world that would have made me not want to ... continue.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Oliver, we’ve got something to tell you,” Dad says, dumping a cardboard box full of garden waste into a toad green mangler. Unlike the doctor, when Dad says we, he means we because Mum is omnipotent. “Who’s dead?” I ask, shot-putting a bottle of Richebourg. “No one’s dead.” “You’re getting a divorce?” “Oliver.” “Mum’s preggers?” “No, we—” “I’m adopted.” “Oliver! Please, shit up!
— Joe Dunthorne, Submarine
What would angel lips taste like? Sunshine? Marshmallows? Or something altogether different? Maybe buttered-popcorn jelly beans.
— Lisa M. Basso, A Shimmer of Angels
There are countless reasons for reading, but when you’re young and uncertain of your identity, of who you may be, one of the most compelling is the quest to discover yourself reflected in the pages of a book.
— Michael Cart
A lot of the names in Talon reference other people or events. For example Amelia, the giant Eagle, was a “tip of my hat” to the extraordinary aviator Amelia Earhart. Both love(d) to fly!
— Christopher  Gerard, Talon: A Jack Rawson Saga
Why are you in my room?”“Because I can be.”“You shouldn’t be.”“Save it, Rochester. You broke my nose.”“Does it hurt?”He lifted a hand toward his face and dropped it. “You could say that.”“Good.”He nudged a tray on the floor with his boot. It had oatmeal, toast, and orange juice on it. “Hungry?”Honor’s stomach growled. “No.”Ryder’s lips turned up in a fleeting sadistic smile. He kicked the tray across the room. It hit the wall and overturned. “Good.
— Lindy Zart, Ordinary
JOH! Thank God I found you.”“I have 9022 gods listed in my database. Must I thank all of them?
— Maureen A. Miller, Beyond
I came from across the ocean and through the wilderness and landed here and found you hiding behind a tapestry. My fate was sealed at the sight of your stockinged feet.~Viktor von Strassenberg
— Gwenn Wright, Katherine's Journal
You've never been to another planet, have you Aimee?""No, but I've been to Disney World.
— Maureen A. Miller, Beyond
When you think of somebody all the time it means one of two things - either you hate their guts or you like them a lot.
— Phillip Gwynne, Nukkin Ya
Do you want some words of advice, Tess?”I glanced at Adam’s profile as he sipped.“Don’t give your heart away too easily.” He turned to me. “Make him earn it.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
He slid over to me and grabbed me closer to him. My smile fell from my face with the unexpectedness of it. His hands cupped my face, his lips hovering above mine.“You seriously want to know, Tess?”He closed the space and claimed my mouth with an urgent, hot, delving kiss.He smiled. “You are sexy, in your own goofball way, you’re sweet and beautiful and smart and funny and, although you kiss to the point where I feel like I want to go back for seconds, you’re my best friend, and that’s why I don’t want to tap that.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Just be careful, hon,” Rosanna said.“Oh, are the plates hot?” I flinched back just before my hands made contact.Rosanna laughed. “No, but hot boys can burn you just as easily.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
When you knock off work tonight, go looking for Toby, because, trust me, he will be looking for you.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Well, if they set you in the kissing booth, let me know, I am always willing to donate for a worthy cause.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Tess, will you marry me?" Toby laughed.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
She is something else.
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
Boat.Toby.1pm.Shit!
— C.J. Duggan, The Boys of Summer
I saw you, and I wanted to be close to you. I wanted you to let me in. I wanted to know you in a way no one else did. I wanted you, all of you.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Finale
You know who you are you just have to believe it.
— Elizabeth Scott, Stealing Heaven
This is my first real memory of James. In every memory before that, he’s just a flash of color, a warm body with a blurred face, a comforting voice begging me not to die. When he planted himself between our father and me that day, an eight-year-old with small fists clenched at his sides, I think I fell in love with my brother.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
I'm not very good at being alive. Sometimes I despair of ever mastering it, getting it right. When I'm old, perhaps.
— Tanith Lee, The Silver Metal Lover
He stabs his fingers through his drying hair and resumes his pacing. “You think I don’t know this went really fast? I didn’t plan for this to happen. Hell, I didn’t even know if you’d let me talk to you, much less be with you. But then you did and we did and…” He stops in the center of the room and stares at me, his shoulders sagging. “I figured out pretty quick that this is a forever thing for me. I think it has been from the very beginning.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
James is why I never left. I should have left.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
Two babies in little more than a year and a half. Knockout Jimmy was forced to give up boxing and take a job in the paper mill. It broke him, and in turn, he broke us all.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
Ben Franklin advises his grandson not to let even the American Revolution interrupt his studies, urging of young adulthood, "This is the time of life in which you are to lay the foundations of your future improvement and of your importance among men. If this season is neglected, it will be like cutting off the spring from the year.
— H.W. Brands, The First American: The Life and Times of Benjamin Franklin
Your past comes with you no matter where you go.
— Dale Peck, Sprout
James “Knockout Jimmy” O’Brien, Granite Fall’s very own boxing legend—a title he held until a young groupie poked holes in the condom she made him wear “for protection.”My brother was born nine months later, fists already swinging.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
I feel his intense gaze skimming my face and force myself to look him in the eye. This time, when he leans closer, I know what he wants. He traces my jaw with his fingertips, then moves lower to my chin. My eyelids flutter closed when he tips my face up.Oh my God. Sam Donavon is going to kiss me. The forest holds its breath.I hold my breath.Our lips brush, light as eyelashes. His fingers trail back into my hair, tilting my head. Hot cinnamon dances across my mouth. I’m drowning.And then my name, roared at the top of familiar lungs, cracks the silent night.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
Selfish as this sounds, I meant what I said earlier,” he finally says.I try to remember what he said, but everything is kind of a blur. “Which part?” “The ‘I’m glad you came tonight’ part.”So I’m not imagining the nudging or the sparks or what I could have sworn was his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand while we walked to his car. “Mmm. Well in that case, I meant what I said, too.”He kicks a rock I’m two steps from tripping over out of my path. “You said the potholes in Leslie’s driveway suck.
— Kate Avelynn, Flawed
He was talking. I tried not to think of how he looked and instead of what he was telling me. Once I accomplished that, my brain couldn’t get past the ‘running’ part. “I don’t run.” I walked the mile run at school. True story. I abhorred any kind of physical exercise. I wasn’t good at it. I was skinny, but I was soft; had absolutely no muscle mass at all. That’s the way I liked it. Who was he to try to change that, change me? I wouldn’t let him. No way, no how. One half of his mouth lifted. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much. “You do now. You have to be fit, you have to be strong, Taryn, if you’re to stand any chance of surviving this. Come on, we’ll start with stretching.” He forced me to twist my body into unimaginable positions. I even had to touch my toes. The agony. Luke took pleasure from my pain; even laughing as I moaned and groaned through it all. Then, the worst came about. He. Made. Me. Run.
— Lindy Zart, Charmed
Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?
— Alexia Purdy, Disarming
It wasn't premeditated. It was what needed to be done. So I did it.
— Milly Silver, Into the Dark, Vol. 1
You show me a teenager who doesn’t like to be flattered and I’ll show you a teenager who’s got a steady source of sex.
— Dale Peck
It had become their creation, and they all would know it.
— Evan Meekins, The Black Banner
The ability for anyone in our generation to self-amuse has sadly been bred out of our species.
— Kim Askew
But eggshells were made to be broken, and slamming into a 100-story skyscraper at the speed of light would likely do the deed.
— Maureen A. Miller, Beyond
When you got captured, I didn't know..." He trailed off, had to chug whiskey before he could continue. "If it'd be like...""What?""Like it was with Clotile.""Oh, Jackson, no. I was okay. I'm unharmed.""Didn't know if I'd get there too late," he said with a shudder. Then he crossed over to me, until we stood toe-to-toe. "Evie, if you ever get taken from me again, you better know that I'll be coming for you." He cupped my face with a bloodstained hand. "So you stay the hell alive! You don't do like Clotile, you doan take that way out. You and me can get through anything, just give me a chance."--his voice broke lower "just give me a chance to get to you." He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "There is nothing that can happen to you that we can't get past."..."When you say we...?"He pulled back, gazing down at me, his eyes blazing. "I'm goan to lay it all out there for you. Laugh in my face--I don't care. But I'm goan to get this off my chest.""I won't laugh. I'm listening.""Evie, I've wanted you from the first time I saw you. Even when I hated you, I wanted you." He raked his fingers through his hair. "I got it bad, me." My heart felt like it'd stopped--so that I could hear him better."For as long as you've been looking down your nose at me, I've been craving you, an envie like I've never known.""I don't look down at you! I'm too busy looking up to you."..."The corners of his lips curled for an instant before he grew serious again. "You asked me if I had that phone with your pictures, if I'd looked at it. Damn right, I did! I saw you playing with a dog at the beach, and doing a crazy-ass flip off a high dive, and making faces for the camera. I learned about you"- his voice grew hoarse -"and I wanted more of you. To see you every day." With a humourless laugh, he admitted, "After the Flash, I was constantly sourcing ways to charge a goddamned phone--that would never make a call."I murmured, "I didn't know...I couldn't be sure.""It's you for me, peekon.
— Kresley Cole, Poison Princess
Evangeline," he sighed. "It ain't ever goan to be easy with you, is it?
— Kresley Cole, Poison Princess
The unknown is scary the Unknown can also be exciting. Your life could change in an instant anytime. But sometimes, that change is the best thing that will ever happen to you.Maybe I don’t have to know what my fate is to know that everything will be okay. Maybe the not knowing is how we move forward. Wherever I’m headed, I know it’s exactly where I’m supposed to be.
— Susane Colasanti
Ramon looked closely at the little guy as he ate. "Maybe he's Jewish. I mean, if Sammy Davis Jr. could convert to Judaism, why not a chupacabra? We should name him Harry Mendelbaum."I held up my arms in protest. "You're all racist. Now shut up. We'll call him Taco von Precious of Svenenstein. There, everybody h
— Lish McBride, Necromancing the Stone
The path is here," he said quietly. "But you are free to walk it or choose another way.
— Andrea Cremer, Rift
To know of the existence of evil, true evil that corrupted the world, had forever altered her heart and mind. If she had chosen a different path, she wouldn't have slept another night. Her head would have been restless as she thought only of the horrors that might be creeping outside her door, waiting to rend her flesh. She would not live a life as the hunted; she would be the hunter.
— Andrea Cremer, Rift
The Lord of Rags and Tatters.
— Megan Whalen Turner, The Thief
Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, lemme tell you. Those are big years. Everybody always thinks of it as a time of adolescence—just getting through to the real part of your life—but it's more than that. Sometimes your whole life happens in those years, and the rest of your life it's just the same story playing out with different characters. I could die tomorrow and have lived the main ups and downs of life. Pain. Loss. Love. And what you all so fondly refer to as wisdom. Wanna know the difference between adult wisdom and young adult wisdom? You have the ability to look back at your past and interpret it. I have the ability to look at my present and live it with my whole body.
— Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.
— Alyson Noel
Help me, Mikey, she wanted to say. I’m afraid. More afraid than you’d ever believe.’ And he’d take her hand and they’d fly across the rooftops and up into space and sit on some planet and watch a double sunrise or maybe a star being born or some other event that no human had ever seen, her head on his shoulder, his arm around her. And she’d tell him everything.
— Jenny Downham, You Against Me
He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.
— Sophie Jordan, Firelight
Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that held us together, unraveling the cozy blanket of our friendship and leaving just enough strands to hang ourselves with.
— E.J. Stevens
Look,’ said Cyrus, raising his knife again and pointing it at her. ‘Give me one reason why we shouldn’t kill your boyfriend over there. Come on. The dark scowling face is reason enough in my book.’She could have sworn she heard the sound of Lucas’s eyes narrowing to slits.‘Come on, just one reason,’ Cyrus repeated, ‘and it better not include the words love, eternal or soul.
— Sarah Alderson, Severed
I once knew a girl who was like a dying rainbow. Her colors were incomparable, her countenance a whirlwind of brilliance. As much as she shone, however, she faded into nothingness, at times so quickly that I was unsure whether she had existed at all.
— Charity Santiago, Return
Before long, everyone was giving him answers, and feeling a little superior, because it was really remarkable the number of things Chrestomanci seemed not to know. He had heard of Hitler, though he asked Brian to refresh his memory about him, but he had only the haziest notion about Gandhi or Einstein, and he had never heard of Walt Disney or reggae.
— Diana Wynne Jones, Witch Week
Trace was just one of those guys who caught your attention no matter if you had a ring on your finger. He would be hot 'til the day he died. Seriously.
— Chelsea Lynn Charters The Gossip Web
No, it's okay. It was just … weird. No one has ever called me hot before.”“Really?” Trace frowned. “Well, that changes right now.” He ceased walking, stopping in the dead center of the pathway and reached for my hands. “Jade Cannon, you are totally hot!” Trace announced loudly, and people nearby stopped to stare at us after his outburst. I couldn't help but laugh.
— Chelsea Lynn Charters, The Gossip Web
My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes.
— E.J. Stevens
Being a spy was something like standing on the south shore fending off a hurricane with a $2 poncho and an umbrella.
— Lynn Blackmar
I was so tired of this ceaseless, day-to-day tug-of-war between my hormones and my head, my vanity and my virtue. I felt very much as though I were caught in the middle of some dreadful battle in which taking a side of my own would mean certain misery in either case.
— Emily Tomko
Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.
— Ashley Madau, Morningside
Being shaken to death by a Hawaiian tourist look-alike was not how Arena imagined her death.
— Lynn Blackmar
People who are different are considered ineffective. People who can’t hide their shortcomings are not considered a threat. A lot of spies rely on being unobtrusive, but we flat out flaunt the fact that we’re different, and those we try to get information from put us on an even lower level than the ones they don’t notice. They don’t believe we’re even capable of being a threat, and they misstep more than they might with someone they simply don’t know.
— Lynn Blackmar
So as near as I could tell the end of the world began roughly about the time that Billy Carver’s butt rang about halfway through the War of 1812.
— Steve Vernon, Flash Virus Episode One
The room was two-tiered,its marble balconies filled with rams and water nymphs in fancydress; a kaleidoscope of colours swayed in time to the beat ofhypnotic music. A concerto of absent musicians, it played only inher mind. The numerous chandeliers with sculptured metal frameshung down from chains, with endless fireflies attached. At the farend stretched a grand staircase, dressed with a plush velvet carpetin deep cerise, and ceiling paintings edged with gold embosseddado rails clung to the walls.Then Eve honed in on herself and saw that she wore a crushedwhite taffeta A-line gown that fit her trim figure like a glove. Herbutterfly mask with floral patterns embroidered in red and goldsilk sat against her pale skin, her reflection like that of a porcelaindoll. A matching shawl rested softly on her shoulders. Everythingwas so beautiful that she almost totally lost herself in the mirror’sreflection."(little snippet from our book)
— L. Wells
Saw a show on Discovery Channel that talked about how energy and matter can't be destroyed. It can only change and that got me thinking that maybe there is something more than just this life. Dying might just be a transformation of energy.
— Joshua  Jones, The Cell
My first jailbreak began when a coarse-toothed mechanic’s file crashed through the window of the Deeper Harbour PoliceStation at two in the morning. The file bounced three or four times before clattering to a halt among a scatter of shattered glass. The file spun a little and came to rest, like a compass needle pointing somewhere far off the edge of the map. Looking back from right here and right now I believe I would like to start this story right then—three days after I had just turned fourteen—spending my birthday in jail. - SINKING DEEPER
— Steve Vernon
Dirge of the dying and the stench of fear,Black souls repent as hell draws near," - Percy Pemmeney the smuggler, from Curse of Ancient Shadows.
— Rod Tyson
I'm not myself," she offered, guiltily. She softened around Tik Tok, and when she did she was, for those rare moments, girlish.He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.
— Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily
But alas, the world is not a wish-granting factory.
— John Green
Tea? At the beach? No time for luxuries, Holly. There is important work to be done.” He winked at Butler.“Are you sure you’re at the library? I thought I heard water.”Artemis smiled, enjoying the exchange. “Water? Surely not. The only thing flowing here is information.”“Are you grinning, Artemis? For some reason I get the feeling that you’re wearing that smug smile of yours.
— Eoin Colfer
We could call you an ambisexual. A duosexual. A—”“Do I really have to find a word for it?” Kyle interrupts. “Can’t it just be what it is?”“Of course,” I say, even though in the bigger world I’m not so sure. The world loves stupid labels. I wish we got to choose our own.We pause for a moment. I wonder if that’s all—if he just needed to say the truth and have it heard. But then Kyle looks at me with unsure eyes and says, “You see, I don’t know who I’m supposed to be.”“Nobody does,” I assure him.
— David Levithan, Boy Meets Boy
Leo,” Jason said, “you’re weird.”“Yeah, you tell me that a lot.” Leo grinned. “But if you don’t remember me, that means I can reuse all my old jokes...!
— Rick Riordan
And she kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that I could never tell my friends about out loud. It was the kind of kiss that made me know that I was never so happy in my whole life.
— Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower
I’ll leave you guys to get acquainted. Somebody show Leo to dinner when it’s time?” “I got it,” one of the girls said. Nyssa, Leo remembered. She wore camo pants, a tank top that showed off her buff arms, and a red bandanna over her mop of dark hair. Except for the smiley-face Band-Aid on her chin, she looked like one of those female action heroes, like any second she was going to grab a machine gun and start mowing down evil aliens. “Cool,” Leo said. “I always wanted a sister who could beat me up.
— Rick Riordan
...first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don’t think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn’t any plans on sharing our bed.
— Shannon Hale
I’m sorry, my lady,” said Geric, rubbing his arm. “But I failed to force an apology out of the offending goose.
— Shannon Hale
History is important because it teaches us about past. And by learning about the past, ypu come to understand the present, so that you may make educated decisions about the future.
— Richelle Mead
I was thinking about all these things and more, but I wasn't really thinking about them at all. They were just there, floating around in the back of my mind, thinking about themselves. What I was really thinking about, of course, was Lucas.
— Kevin Brooks, Lucas
I’m not going,” he said. He held up the Third key like a weapon. Sensing his mood, it grew longer and sharper, till he was holding a trident as long as he was tall... “And anyone who tries to make me is going to suffer.” “Twice,” added the voice under the table.
— Garth Nix
I tell you this because books for young readers are so often written about that very moment: the moment of the fork. The moment the old man cannot return to.
— Virginia Euwer Wolff
If only I had the speed that my alien boyfriend had, then I could just zip through my senior year and forget about distance and mom’s annoyingly great sense of hearing. But when said alien boyfriend was in my bed, I wanted nothing more than the opposite speed. I wanted to freeze time to keep everything just the way it was.
— Magan Vernon, How to Break Up with an Alien
Hope was never meant to beA future shared alone,As life cannot be won or lostIt was never ours to own.
— Frederic M. Perrin, Rafi's Song and the Stones of Erebus - Mom's Choice Award Recipient/The Eric Hoffer Awards Winner
Ace let out a deep breath, squeezing my hand and then letting go. "I know how hard this all is for you and I'm sorry that I haven't been more receptive. I promise from now on I will try my hardest to let you in more. Tell you more about my world and everything that makes me tick."I took his hand and pulled it up to my lips, barely grazing his knuckles. "Deal.
— Magan Vernon, How to Break Up with an Alien
...You're worried that you're going to go out of here and mess up your lines or trip on your high heels, but you're not. You're going to blow them away, just like you always do. You're a woman who knows what she wants, and you know how to get it. You're going to be the most, Margo, to say the least.
— Laura Lascarso, Counting Backwards
Know yourself, not a face, in love, a deeper grace.
— Frederic M. Perrin, Rafi's Song and the Stones of Erebus - Mom's Choice Award Recipient/The Eric Hoffer Awards Winner
I wish for all who look for Gold,Shall find one letter less,A world where trying always wins,And leaves the loser blessed.
— Frederic M. Perrin
Is it not enough to shine,To know that friends are true?That love is born of friendship,And who you are is you?
— Frederic M. Perrin, Rafi's Song and the Stones of Erebus - Mom's Choice Award Recipient/The Eric Hoffer Awards Winner
Blood trickled down his chin as he was hauled up onto his knees, the golden rope securing his arms behind him and his ankles together. Arthur looked up and saw the fizzing sparkling crown coming down. I’m Arthur Penhaligon, he thought desperately... The crown was wedged tightly upon his head- and Arthur fell silently screaming into darkness.
— Garth Nix
A spell perhaps?” The prince wrinkled his face as though it physically hurt him to think and ask questions.
— Liz DeJesus, First Frost
Spread your wings. Fly as far to know who you are.
— Frederic M. Perrin, Rafi's Song and the Stones of Erebus - Mom's Choice Award Recipient/The Eric Hoffer Awards Winner
His eyes were closing again, all of their own accord, so that he lay in red, pain-filled darkness. It occured to him that he was dying and he didn’t care. ‘He’s alive!’ Blue said again ‘He’s breathing!’ ‘I can’t see him breathing.
— Herbie Brennan
Her eyes burrow into my forehead like greedy grubs that want to feed off my private thoughts.
— Emlyn Chand, Open Heart
I might be in love with you." He smiles a little. "I'm waiting until I'm sure to tell you, though.
— Veronica Roth, Divergent
You might want to lie down," Magnus advised. "I find that it helps when the crushing sense of horrible realization sets in.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes