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I'm serious, Mar, I don't know how to act around him now. I can't be nice, because he'll hate that. But I can't be mean just to be nice.""You really need medication.""I'm in a quandary. A Catch-22. I'm screwed.
— Kristin Walker, A Match Made in High School
I already fear for my life just because of who I am, you think adding a little inconsequential vampire to the equation will change any of that?
— Amalie Howard, Bloodspell
Norman picked up a sketch, glanced at it, then put it back down on the table. "I saw Bea Williamson this morning," he said in a low voice. "Lurking about looking for cut glass." "Oh, of course," Mira said with a sigh. "Did she have it with her?" Norman nodded solemnly. "Yep. I swear, I think it's almost gotten ... bigger." Mira shook her head. "Not possible." "I'm serious," Norman said. "It's way big." I kept waiting for someone to expand on this, but since neither of them seemed about to, I asked, "What are you talking about?" They looked at each other. Then, Mira took a breath. "Bea Williamson's baby," she said quietly, as if someone could hear us, "has the biggest head you have ever seen." Norman nodded, seconding this. "A baby?" I said. "A big-headed baby," Mira corrected me. "You should see the cranium on this kid. It's mind-boggling.
— Sarah Dessen, Keeping the Moon
She doesn’t even have shoes on” He was trying to reconcile something in his head while talking to Luke. “In all the time you spent in that shack, you forgot to pack her shoes?” Luke asked rhetorically, shaking his head in both wonder and disappointment. “Look, we’re in the boonies. I am sure shoes are optional, as are a full set of teeth.
— Jenna-Lynne Duncan, Hurricane
I'll go over again and again until I've finally crossed to where he is
— Ally Condie, Crossed
I’ve always found wildlife very calming-- except when animals are eating each other, of course.
— Tom Upton, Just Plain Weird
I look into his sorrowless eyes and a door in my heart blows open. And when we kiss, i see that on the other side of that door is sky.
— Jandy Nelson
Who in their right mind counts the tiles on the floor when they go visiting a neighbor?
— Tom Upton, Just Plain Weird
You don't love someone because they're a dream of perfection. You love them because of the way they meet their challenges, how they struggle to overcome. You love them because together, you bring out the best in each other.
— Lani Wendt Young, Telesa: The Covenant Keeper
At some point, you just pull off the band aid and it hurts. But when it is over, you are relieved.
— John Green, Paper Towns
It’s only a scratch, don’t cut my arm off!
— Carrie Vaughn, Steel
I hate when counselors and teachers blame everything on low self-esteem in teens. Some of us actually have self-esteem, believe it or not. And when we make mistakes, it's not because of a defect in our psyche. We screw up just because.
— Niki Burnham, Sticky Fingers
It was as if the news itself wanted to reassure me. Even Jack the Ripper himself had reappeared as part of the greeting committee.
— Maureen Johnson, The Name of the Star
Survival strategy. If you’re not careful, this place will eat you alive, and Kaylee’s like bait for the beasts.
— Rachel Vincent, Never to Sleep
Hmm, I officially amend my previous statement. Clearly one of them is that stupid.
— Kimberly Spencer, Limerick
You can't doubt so much, Psyche
— Francesca Lia Block
Some people are born to weirdness,” Jerry said, “and others have weirdness thrust upon them.
— Tom Upton, Pants on Fire
All I know is I want you to be happy, and if I could do anything to give that to you, I would.
— Amy Reed, Crazy
Maybe that's what growing up is. When you can't be who you are and do what everyone's telling you to do at the same time anymore. - Rowie from Sister Mischief
— Laura Goode, Sister Mischief
Why do adults think every girl who isn’t some overachieving nitwit needs to be reassured about her intelligence? Folks, my self-esteem is just fine, thanks. I may not be school smart, and I may do extremely stupid things sometimes, but I know I’m smart. And I’d give me some serious Vegas odds to kick the ass of Sarah Scholar at life-skills moral combat any day.
— Rachel Cohn, Shrimp
Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.
— Tom Upton, Vanished
Responsibility sucked rocks. Until a few months ago, I hadn’t been responsible for anything more than color-coordinating my wardrobe. But foil one vampire vixen bent on world domination and suddenly people expect all kinds of things. Some days it just didn’t pay to wake up dead. (teaser from ReVamped, coming September 1st)
— Lucienne Diver
A seal the size of Canada attaches to her soul light.
— Victoria Scott, The Collector
I'm still dropping dishes thinking in slow motion about the GPS woman in Mom's car. I imagine her beckoning me from outside the kitchen window illuminated like some robot-angel calling me forth to the Lexus where she will ferry me off to that planet of monotonous peace that special otherworldly place where all the residents are relaxed and confident and completely numb. Your life will. Get better in. Six. Point four. Million. Miles.
— Sarah Ockler, Fixing Delilah
The guys can't take their eyes off Colleen... one of them... probably sees her just like I do, she's the gatekeeper to another world.
— Ron Koertge, Now Playing: Stoner & Spaz II
I wasn’t ready to think about the other yet: that it wasn’t that I wasn’t right for Macon, but that maybe he wasn’t right for me. There was a difference. Even for someone who things didn’t come easy for, someone like me.
— Sarah Dessen
Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.
— Tom Upton, Pants on Fire
Do you know why you feel destined for something greater?” “Why?” Kip asked, quiet, hopeful. “Because you’re an arrogant little shit.
— Brent Weeks, The Black Prism
You have to figure that there is something seriously wrong with somebody who wants to enter a profession that deals with whether people are screwing enough. Dealing with spirits, spooks, and demons almost seemed normal.
— Tom Upton, Hellhounds
Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I'm not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?
— Carrie Jones, Entice
I don’t mean to take the bow off the end of your rain, but you gotta be smart about your first boyfriend.
— C. Kennedy, Ómorphi
I look at the sky and the dust that separates us from the stars that will be my home. I breathe in the night air, the rotten night air, and I miss, I miss, I miss.
— Corinne Duyvis, On the Edge of Gone
If you have ever felt the world melt away when the woman you know is destined to be yours walks into the room; if you have felt your soul reach out to hers, finally making you feel whole; if you tremble when you touch her from sheer awe at being the one who has that right; if the darkness swallows you and you begin to suffocate at the thought of losing her, then you will have a small taste of what it is like to be bonded.
— Quinn Loftis, Beyond the Veil
Isabel wondered if there would ever be a time when she could stop being careful. If there would ever be a time when she could use other kinds of power. She missed it. It felt like part of her had been injected with novocaine and was totally numb. Almost dead" (p.35).
— Melinda Metz, The Wild One
They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny apartment above the old hardware store and done what little he knew to take care of me.	It took less than six weeks for him to realize his mistake. Maybe even less than six hours, but he never abandoned me. He clung to me as though I was the last remnant of some great and powerful love.	And that gave me hope that maybe my mother was really something else and not just some girl who got knocked up by a guy whose name she didn’t even know. She was something special, someone worthy of a man’s loyalty and devotion.--Rocky Evans
— Gwenn Wright, Filter
If an angel could admit she was wrong about a vampire, maybe there was hope forthe werepanthers in East Hampton after all.
— Shari Richardson, Mourning Sun
I avoided my eyes while brushing my teeth, then climbed into bed with a copy of _The Blind Assassin_, because if you're not with the book you want, you might as well want the book you're with.--Melissa Albert, _The Hazel Wood_
— Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood
Too many adults wish to 'protect' teenagers when they should be stimulating them to read of life as it is lived.
— Margaret A. Edwards
If he were to look up at her now, he’d know exactly how stupid she was. She couldfeel her face go soft and gummy. If Park were to look up at her now, he’d know everything.
— Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park
I see now that dismissing YA books because you’re not a young adult is a little bit like refusing to watch thrillers on the grounds that you’re not a policeman or a dangerous criminal, and as a consequence, I’ve discovered a previously ignored room at the back of the bookstore that’s filled with masterpieces I’ve never heard of.
— Nick Hornby
So why are you so mad at me for kissing you?”“Because you took too long. If you'd done that, say, three years ago, we wouldn't have only had one kiss before we both get horribly mutilated.
— Rusty Fischer, Ushers, Inc.
Oh, Alan Ryves," she said. "You're such a fantastic liar. You are the smoothest con man of them all.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Surrender
Are you still upset I murdered our parents? - Tommy to Danny
— Patricia Lynne, Being Human
I don't have deal breakers," Alan said. "I look on tempests, and am never shaken.
— Sarah Rees Brennan, The Demon's Surrender
She murmured, in that particular Nancy way of hers that grates most when my inner bitch is aching to be let loose, 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.'My eyes popped open to see her lemon face standing over me.'SOMEONE,' I hissed, 'HASN'T EVEN WOKEN UP YET. GOD, WHAT IS YOUR ANEURYSM? CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?
— Rachel Cohn, Shrimp
Safe?” Her voice was small, timid and delicate. But beautiful. The one word chimed like little bells. Her first word spoken to me.
— Patricia Lynne, Being Human
But life doesn't turn out the way you expect. Ever. - Iris from What Comes After
— Steve Watkins
She says it is a school for bluestockings which, according to her, is really only a fashionable way of saying it is a school for ugly girls who cannot find suitable husbands. To tease her, for I believe it is one of his greatest pleasures in this life, my father bought a pair of blue silk stockings for me the day we received my letter of acceptance. That evening and the next, father and I dined alone.
— Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
Everyone says your first time should be magical. You should be in love. You should feel safe. Because you can't go back once you've done it. That will always be your first time. Years later this is what I'll remember as my first time. That inflated sensation is long gone. Now I just feel nauseous
—  its the feeling I get when reality dawns.
Every thing's for sale out here. Anything you want. About the only thing you can't buy is my dignity and self-respect, cause those were the first to go. And I gave them away for free. - excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard
Your mother hollers that you’re going to miss the bus. She can see it coming down the street. You don’t stop and hug her and tell her you love her. You don’t thank her for being a good, kind, patient mother. Of course not -- you vault down down the stairs and make a run for the corner.Only if it’s the last time you’ll ever see your mother, you sort of start to wish you’d stopped and did those things. Maybe even missed the bus.But the bus was barreling down our street so I ran.
— Emmy Laybourne
I remember...watching that separation of sea and sky...and for the first time I realize that none of us are seeing the same thing. That all our horizons end in different places.
— Huntley Fitzpatrick, What I Thought Was True
I remember exactly how it felt to see that first message from him in my inbox. It was a little bit surreal. He wanted to know about me. For the next few days at school after that, it felt like I was a character in a movie. I could almost imagine a close-up of my face, projected wide-screen. It's strange, because in reality, I'm not the leading guy. Maybe I'm the best friend.
— Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda
. ‘Because off-duty cops walk around the city wearing sweatshirts advertising they’re cops all the time, never mind it’s a hundred degrees outside. And never mind you look like the youngest cop ever recruited in the history of policing.’He tsks at me. ‘Have you never seen 21 Jump Street?
— Sarah Alderson, Out of Control
I could feel myself peeking over at him. He was like a seatbelt for my soul.
— Kimberly Sabatini
If you're going to give me something, give me something I'll miss.excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard
It is good practice to never fault someone for their birth name, being that it is always of far greater importance how men speak of you, than the name by which you are addressed.
— Steven J. Carroll, A Prince of Earth
For everyone knows that a girl cannot live on chicken cordon blue alone.
— Lindsay Eland, Scones and Sensibility
It was at this time that I formed one of my own insights: it was strange how intelligent people, like Raffles, without being asked, freely spout off their insights and actually expect less intelligent people, like me, to be interested.
— Tom Upton, Just Plain Weird
It is not easy being trapped in a school that is caught between cornfields and cows.
— Tom Upton, Tiny Voices
I love the Princess Diaries series! Do you?
— Meg Cabot, The Princess Diaries
I come from a place where everyone has great power, by your standards, and they steadfastly refuse to use it for self-aggrandizement ... anywhere ... ever.
— J.Z. Colby, Selection
Beautiful day out there,” I said, perching on the stool and crossing my legs. “It’s autumn, Sunday, great weather, and crowded everywhere you go. Relaxing indoors like this is the best thing you can do on such a nice day. It’s exhausting to get into those crowds. And the air is bad. I mostly do laundry on Sundays—wash the stuff in the morning, hang it out on the roof of my dorm, take it in before the sun goes down, do a good job of ironing it. I don’t mind ironing at all. There’s a special satisfaction in making wrinkled things smooth. And I’m pretty good at it, too. Of course, I was lousy at it at first. I put creases in everything. After a month of practice, though, I knew what I was doing. So Sunday is my day for laundry and ironing. I couldn’t do it today, of course. Too bad: wasted a perfect laundry day.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Oil and Water, Daddy calls us. At four years younger than me, Katie is only fourteen and she already has half the boys in town eating from her pretty little hand. She tells me I am too tall and too wicked looking to capture the heart of any sensible young man.
— Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
Are you all right,” he whispered, his lips brushing the tips of my spiky hair. Granted, I knew he was only being discreet so as to save poor Hillary from being reamed again, but my knees didn’t know the difference. They betrayed me, buckling under his hot breath on my ear and the deep whisper that tickled my senses.
— Gwenn Wright, Filter
You expect me to believe you're a witch? A broom riding, cauldron stirring, poison apple witch? Witches are Fae, Angelina," Dasan mocked."No, you creeper, witches are not Fae. Maybe some are, but there are mortals who practice witchcraft, and I'm one of them!" Angelina almost spit the words at him. "And we don't ride brooms, get real! How Hans Christian Anderson are you, anyway? As for poison apples, you'll be lucky to not get served one in your lifetime! I mean, you and your buddy here turn into giant... what are you... dogs... but you can't believe in a little earth magic? Grow up!""See, this is the kind of conversation that would crop up on like a third or fourth date," I chimed in, unable to help myself.-told by Finley in The Sacred Oath
— D.C. Grace, The Sacred Oath: Book One of The Guardians Series
Part of me is afraid that everyone will laugh, that I’m a caricature of myself.
— Laura Goode, Sister Mischief
It seemed to me that Mr. Forrester would approve of a woman who could follow him in conversation and not be baffled by ledgers and currency conversions. I had grossly overestimated him.
— Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
He hoots as he passes. Another one whistles. I know this is stupid, inviting trouble. But it feels so good to be wanted, I can't help myself.
— Kerry Cohen, Easy
Another tug and a yank at my chestnut curls and she snarls at me, “You are so much like her.”This is something my mother often says and never explains. Though it is a great mystery to me it is also a blessing, for she always hurries from the room after saying it.
— Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
I was investing more and more of myself into an outcome I couldn’t predict and would very likely be disappointed by. But for me there was no other option.
— Shawn Kirsten Maravel, Severance
I need you." Every pore of my being is begging. This is what we do.
— E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed
Then why don't I tell on him?If they don't, why don't I?Because.Because I am safe this way,silent unnoticed.
— Thalia Chaltas, Because I Am Furniture
But sometimes, in tight corners, when your back is against the wall and the world is against you, you have to fight back in unexpected ways.
— Caroline B. Cooney, Fatal Bargain
We could use all the blessings we could get. The impact of what we were about to do hit me like an anvil on Wile E. Coyote's head. We were heading out to stop Satan's son and save the world from certain destruction.  Piece of cake.
— Terri  Clark, Hollyweird
...I would want to spend it with you. Even if we had thousands of nights, I would want to spend every single one of them with you.
— Daniele Lanzarotta
Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. "Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be.
— Deanna Lynn Sletten, Outlaw Heroes
My whole world started to tilt. I could feel it, sliding ever so slightly off center.
— Leslie Deaton, A Marked Past
I must be really ugly or something, because nobody wants me. Not even God wants me. That's why he makes me stand out here in the cold. - excerpt from: freefalling
— Darlenne Susan Girard
The way you’re talking…” Tears were shining in Kian’s eyes. “It sounds like you don’t think you’re coming back.” Kian to Bree, Spring Frost (Frost Series #7)
— Kailin Gow
In the silence, I could hear the distinct sound of goats maa-ing in the barn. Lying there listening to them made me smile, too. I'd always loved goats - every one of them different from every other one, and all of them goofy and playful.
— Steve Watkins, What Comes After
In our hip-hop lives we make rhymes we make beats we go big or go home. - Esme from Sister Mischief
— Laura Goode
It's not like I want to get discovered, exactly, the way you hear actresses getting picked off at diners. It's more about my own road to discovery like pecking my way out of a shell. I just want to roll deep with a pack of talented bastards. Doesn't everybody? - Esme from Sister Mischief
— Laura Goode, Sister Mischief
Love,JamieP.S. I can't believe you're dying. Please don't die.
— Adam Rapp, Punkzilla
A glance would not be enough to tell you this was the daughter of Katherine Raquel Demure. Even a lingering gaze would not suffice. No. Only careful study of the original and a comparative inspection of her only child would even hint at a relation between the two. Viktor could see it and knew, beyond doubt, that Henrietta not only saw it but was also vexed by it on a daily basis.
— Gwenn Wright, The BlueStocking Girl
Sister Maria Martinez whom I believe I've mentioned before has been giving me cooking classes. Today I learned how to bake mean banana bread. The secret apparently is half a cup of dark rum.
— Adele Griffin
This is an unbearable kiss, unbearable, unreal, unimaginable.” - Esme from Sister Mischief
— Laura Goode, Sister Mischief
Nothing monumental happened, the earth didn’t shake, and lightning didn’t strike. There was just a simple moment of raw emotion, unbridled and exposed to the daylight.
— Sage Steadman, Ann, Not Annie
Isolation was the final blow. Scattering their unity like a body chopped into seven. Life cannot prevail in each piece; it can only survive as one. With every new grenade that the Institute lobbed, the body of hope died a little bit more.
— S.W. Lothian, Subway | Palliatopia
His voice is both low and quiet, and it has this hypnotic rhythm to it. I wonder whether someday he'll give sermons with that voice, whether he'll throw down judgement with that voice.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
We're only three class sessions in and I'm already behind? And to hear it from him? This buttoned-up Bible-thumper I can't get out of my head?
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
High school is such an incestuous little pool.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
He's not recruiting me to the oiled-up Gay Bliss Club of Northern Utah, but to the LDS Church.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
I can't read him. I can't grasp him. I have no idea what he's thinking and if he's messing with me or if he really is this good, but never before have I wanted so fiercely to learn forward and put my mouth on someone's neck, begging them to want me.
— Christina Lauren
Light bursts behind my closed eyes, so intensely I nearly hear the popping sound. It's my brain melting, or my world ending, or maybe we've just been hit by a meteor and this is the rapture and I'm given one last perfect moment before I'm sent to purgatory and he;s sent somewhere much, much better.It isn't his first kiss - I know that - but it's his first real one.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
Everything feels yes.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
I am a monster beneath him, with arching hips, an octopus with hands everywhere at once. I don't think anything in the history of time has felt this good.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
The things that I love about you aren't going to go away when you go on your book tour, and they're not going to go away when you go on your mission. I'll still be here, and I'll still be thinking about all those things. I'll still be working on being a better person, a better friend, a better son. I'll still be wondering what it would be like to be a better boyfriend for you. And you will be on your mission, thinking about how much you wish your weren't gay.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
Maybe I'm crying because I'm terrified that he's come here to do more damage, to reactivate what I feel only to let me down easy again, missionary style.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
My brain is such a traitorous beast.
— Christina Lauren, Autoboyography
You cannot make this kind of decision," he said. "Go off with someone you barely know. You're seventeen.""And you're the guy who got drunk on eggnog last Christmas and danced to 'Turn The Beat Around' in Aunt Rachel's wig, so stop acting like you're in charge.""We agreed not to mention that ever again," Jason whispered furiously.
— Leigh Bardugo, Wonder Woman: Warbringer
I met an Invalid, and fell for his art. He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.
— Lauren Oliver, Delirium
Of course you did." I took a step closer. "You have strengths, Tavish, that I greatly admire. You're skills helped saved Rafe's and my lives, for which I'll always be indebted to you. But there are other kinds of strength too. Quiet, gentle ones that are just as valuable, even if you don't entirely understand them.
— Mary E. Pearson, The Beauty of Darkness
I promise I'll protect you now. I won't let them touch you again. " "I know you'll try." I can do more than try.
— Katie McGarry, Long Way Home
Violet moves, a readjustment, and I expect her to pull away. But instead, she leans further into me, her head on my shoulder, and her sweet scent becomes a warm blanket.  No other place I'd rather be in the world right now. No place at all.
— Katie McGarry, Long Way Home
In high school, though, if you call someone out on their shit you get bullied. It’s really a horrible time in life. Honestly, I don’t even know why there is an entire genre of books dedicated to it.
— Sage Steadman, Ann, Not Annie
You know how some people develop addictions to manage their overwhelming emotions? Some people become alcoholics, coke fiends, potheads, pill-poppers, over-eaters, sex addicts or meth-heads. Well, Ann seemed to have a similar addiction to anger, he concluded. Feeling angry served the dual purpose of keeping others at a safe distance while drowning out all other competing and overwhelming emotions.
— Sage Steadman, Ann, Not Annie
My days are filled with you, and for that I am more grateful than you could ever know
— Kennedy Vega, Blossom of Ash
I promise I'll take care of you," he whispers. "You're safe with me." Even with an army of motorcycle guys outside that door, I firmly believe him.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
She's my girl now and I'll do anything for her at any time. I'm in love with her.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
I agree. I don't understand how a guy everyone is terrified of makes me feel safe. I don't understand how a guy who stayed behind to protect me when he didn't know me has been shot. I don't understand how a guy who carried me out of an alley full of shattered glass is the enemy everyone is warning me about.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
And now we both blushed, because things like changing oneâ€™s garments should not be discussed among a Queen and one of her subjects.
— Courtney Brandt, The Queen of England: Coronation
Once more for Britain,â€� I said to the empty room. I might not be the Queen everyone wanted me to be, but I was intelligent and fully capable of breaking the code.
— Courtney Brandt, The Queen of England: Coronation
I've hated Snowflake for so long," she says. "But then I met you. And you're the person entire town has trashed, a person belonging to the group I've been raised to believe is evil, and you're the only person who is able to make me feel as if every part of me is beautiful."  She is beautiful. Inside and out. My fingers tunnel into her hair again, but this time, I gently knot them in. My heart beats hard, and I open my mouth, hoping that doing so will force the right words. That I can explain being near her makes everything that's impossible about me seem possible.  But the words become lodged in my throat and silence paralyzes my tongue. Breanna blinks and the hope that had been on her face disappears as she misreads my hesitation.  Her hold on me loosens and she ducks her head. "Don't listen to me. I say too much around you. I was being stupid I..."  More words meant to wipe away her admission spill from her mouth, but I'm not listening. My grip on her hair tightens, I lower my lips to hers and I kiss Breanna Miller.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
The most dangerous guy at my school-the lone person who makes me feel safe-is reveling in the way I am touching him.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
The pure menace radiating from my younger sister is undeniable. She can hate me, but I need her to know that she has something that Stella never did: a place to fall. "And if he hurts you or if anyone hurts you...you have me."  It feels unnatural, but I hug my sister. Her arms are limp at her sides, but she doesn't push me away.  "Remember, you have me," I repeat.
— Katie McGarry, Red at Night
My best friend has warned me to stay away. Violet, a girl raised by the Terror, has warned me to stay away, but even after digesting her advice, knowing the rumors and experiencing what I have, I can't leave. The bandage on Razor's arm and the cuts and bruises along his side testify to how dangerous his life is, but with one long look into those beautiful eyes , I know that I'm a lost cause to logic. I've already fallen in love.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
I'm cold and clammy and hot at the same time, yet I'm free. I lift my head and the autumn breeze feels good against my skin. Free. I'm officially outside the box. I'm free. Free is terrifying and open and it's similar to being a bit lost-but it still feels...free.
— Katie McGarry, Walk the Edge
The smiting and righteous retribution happens less often than you would think - Hades
— Kennedy Vega, Blossom of Ash
Perhaps being Death's companion would not be the most terrible thing in the world
— Kennedy Vega, Blossom of Ash
A twinge of fear entered Gwenwhyfarâ€™s heart. It was the first she had heard of the sea farms lying in the path of danger. She wondered what had befallen a different Norseman of her acquaintance. Had her poor bodyguard, Finn, perished in one of those raids?
— Jennifer McKeithen, Atlantis On the Shores of Forever
When the finally pulled apart, Rishi's mouth tingling still, Dimple smiled shyly and looked down at their hands, entwined between them on the bench. "So," she said softly. "That was unexpected."He leaned over and kissed her forehead, like it was the most natural thing to do. Was this going to be their thing now, casual kissing? He hoped so. "Unexpected but awesome." Rishi paused. "Right?"She laughed and looked up at him. "Definitely."He grinned, his heart soaked in happy.
— Sandhya Menon, When Dimple Met Rishi
I am light and stardust in his hands.
— Sierra Abrams, The Color Project
I'm so sorry, bright little thing.""For what, my lord?:" I asked, my voice small and lost in the dim air.His words caught in his throat as he answered. "For not making the world a place where you could choose to fight for yourself.
— Lesley Livingston, The Valiant
Draft ThreeBecause I never realized that you could fall in love with humans the same way you fall in love with songs. How the tune of them could mean nothing to you at first, an unfamiliar melody, but quickly turn into a symphony carved across your skin; a hymn in the web of your veins; a harmony stitched into the lining of your soul
— Krystal Sutherland, Our Chemical Hearts
You're not who I thought you'd be, Cas." "No?" "Your so much better.
— Amy Tintera, Ruined
I can taste the good-bye on his lips.
— Marie Lu, Prodigy
Because I never realized that you could fall in love with humans the same way you fall in love with songs. How the tune of them could mean nothing to you at first, an unfamiliar melody, but quickly turn into a symphony carved across your skin; a hymn in the web of your veins; a harmony stitched into the lining of your soul.
— Krystal Sutherland, Our Chemical Hearts
After you leftI stared at the drivewayFeeling its emptinessWondering if you’d return.After you leftI thought about your questionsWishing I hadn’t been so bluntWondering if I scared you away.After you leftI remembered how you felt in my arms.How you fit so perfectly there. Like my guitar.Wondering if I should have kissed you when I had the chance.After you leftI sat in my roomRemembering all the things you said, andWondering about all the things you didn’t.After you leftI sat in silence.Missing you in a way I didn’t quite understand.Wondering if you’d ever come back.
— Tamara Ireland Stone, Every Last Word
They were just so different, and she kept wondering if he'd realize this was a mistake at some point; if, once she stopped being the novelty, the random American, he would recognize who she really was -- a nerdy bookworm, a happy loner -- and move on.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
...and it struck her as the truest form of kindness, the most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
Because even this --being so close to her --was no longer the same. That light he'd felt when he first saw her --he understood now that it was only a lightbulb. It was quick and easy, full of electricity, but there was something artificial about it. What he wanted was fire: heat and spark and flame.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
I love you too much to lose you over something so little.  “Roommates With Benefits.
— Nicole Williams
Just because you painted a house didn't mean the furniture inside was any different. It had to be the same with people.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
May your eye go to the Sun, To the wind your soul... You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.
— Jennifer Niven, All The Bright Places"
Someone like you is brilliant and amazing.' I said. 'Why can't you see that in yourself?' The unfairness of it was starting to sink in. If she could only see herself like I did, there wouldn't be a problem. But she didn't, and she never would, and that was so many levels of wrong and unfair I almost couldn't comprehend it.
— Sara Barnard
People in pain can be very self-destructive. And sometimes they pull in the people who are close to them, often without realizing.
— Sara Barnard
It's me, asking him to let me in. Asking all of them to give a chance to show them that, deep down, I'm not who they think I am. Or, maybe I'm exactly who they think I am, but I no longer want to be.
— Tamara Ireland Stone, Every Last Word
Actually, judging by Pinterest alone, I'm pretty sure a lot of people would look forward to hanging out in such a beautiful library. Just not people Peter knows. He thinks I'm so quirky. I'm not planning on being the one to break the news to him that I'm actually not that quirky, that in fact lots of people like to stay home and bake cookies and scrapbook and hang out in libraries. Most of them are probably in their fifties, but still. I like the way he looks at me, like I am a wood nymph that he happened upon one day and just had to take home to keep.
— Jenny Han, Always and Forever, Lara Jean
I am made of a thousand ghosts. Only you can shoot me down.
— Bella James, The Girl Who Cried Wolf
Perhaps death is just a big lie.
— Bella James
Because when I kiss you, I want yours to be the first... and last lips I ever kiss.
— Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger
I-" Irsa took a careful breath to steady her words. " I have felt alone for most of my life. Until you." She placed the shell on his chest. " But I promise I won't feel alone anymore. I will never forget." She stood on shaky feet. "I will always remember." "I love you Rahim al-Din Walad . Thank you for loving me in return.
— Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger
Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you've done.
— Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger
You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I've only felt that way about one boy.
— Renee Ahdieh, The Rose & the Dagger
I knew I was not alone. They would never leave until ever last one of us was gone.
— Aj Eversley
I tapped my cup to his, grateful to have found Shaun, because for a minute there, I'd thought I was going to have to save myself. Instead, I'd wandered into the protective care of a sexy older man.
— Becca Fitzpatrick, Black Ice
Funny story. A bunch of people -- the cult -- blame the appearance of abilities on the invention of the internet.
— Alex Lane
Celerity: noun, mass noun; an ability possessed by certain Que Cum Virtute Judicium (Virts) increasing the mobility or swiftness of movement
— Alex Lane
But just being whatever it is that I am . . . I don’t think that makes me a monster. Believe me, I know. ere are plenty of real monsters walking around out there in the world. ey look respectable, but can’t hide who they are from me. Real monsters hurt people for pleasure, or for no reason at all—they’re just not as well armed as I am.
— Michael Selden, The Balance
You see the world for what it is and what it could be,” Jack says. “What you don’t see is the gaping chasm in between … and that’s what I found.
— Caroline George, The Vestige
To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear—each is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.
— Caroline George, The Vestige
She trailed behind Baba and Jiji as they left the palace, nightingales singing a sad farewell.
— Linda Gerber, Now and Zen
This was her heritage. Her people. So why did she feel so small and weak? So far removed from it?
— Linda Gerber, Now and Zen
I look up and watch the bad parts of me shrinking to dots in the wide blue.
— Lauren Nicolle Taylor, Nora & Kettle
The problem with playing hide-and-seek with your sister is that sometimes she gets bored and stops looking for you.And there you are - under the couch, in the closet, wedged behind the lilac tree - and you don't want to give up, because maybe she's just biding her time. But maybe she's wandered off...
— Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl
You're such a dork.But I'm your dork.
— Ashley Royer, Remember to Forget
Parents aren't supposed to cry. Or get scared. Or lie. Right? I thought I knew all the rules. But there are no rules.
— Aimee Friedman, Two Summers
And if he was kind and friendly and funny, and if he told you about places so beautiful that you wanted to go with him to see them, and if he listened to you talk like he actually cared about what you were saying? And if he tried to protect you when other people tried to tell you what to do, as if they owned you? And if he has the handsomest face you've ever seen, no matter if the skin has been damaged, because he's just lovely even so?
— Caroline Leech, Wait for Me
And prayer? How could you pray to a God you wanted to hit?
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, The Inexplicable Logic of My Life
Be selfish sometimes. Love yourself. If you always put others before you, you will find yourself feeling beaten down by the world and that will make you bitter. Don’t let the world make you bitter, not when you have such a beautiful soul.
— Spencer Hoshino, Meteor Garden
A Time Comes When Silence is Betrayal.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Thunderbird ascended on the heady currents of air that bore her high above the vast landscape of Túwaqachi. She stretched her broad wings, the heat lifting her through the silence, her glossy brown feathers shimmering in the sunlight.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
This is a time of change,” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
We must treat with respect our world and all upon it. Túwaqachi is not inherited from our ancestors
—  it has been loaned to us by our children.
Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. “The middle of time,” Chaco whispered to himself.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her scarred yellow-brown coat was immaculately groomed, but the long tufting hair of her snout was matted with the bright red smear of uncongealed blood from a recent kill. Her upper lip curved over the top of foot-long saber teeth.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
We the People . . . The People of the Long House.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
The Day of Trouble is Near
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
We must love our slaves, Papa. We must love them as hard as we are able.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
West Point—The Key to the Continent and Independence.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
No words in our ledgers could do justice to this sublime beauty,” Captain Lewis said. “The expedition should have brought a camera obscura.”Peter wasn’t familiar with the words, but no matter. He knew he was part of something magnificent—something greater than himself or the Corps of Discovery. And he knew what it was. It was America. And it was beautiful.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
I refuse to believe the people of Texas and all Americans in the world have forgotten us.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
We live in a complicated society, Bromley—one that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light’s father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birth, so the family might be rewarded by twice the skill in hunting each brother possessed.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
The Sleepin’ Fox Catches No Poultry.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
A scratching of melody comes from the radio, chords rising open as the land that carries us, rhythm mimicking our passage down the road, harmony making this life seem it should be only that. We sing along to what songs have always been about- beginning, going on, breaking up, forgiving, We sing in missed words and broken phrases as glints of tiger moths fly at us like snow, streaking the windshield over.
— Susan Froderberg, Old Border Road: A Novel
There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean’s horizon.
— P.J. Parker, America Túwaqachi: The Saga of an American Family
You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.
— S. Jae-Jones, Wintersong
Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this,
— Victoria Aveyard, King's Cage
There are good days and hard days for me. Don't let the hard days win ~Mor ~A Court of Mist and Fury
— Sarah J. Maas
..they were always asking me lots of questions. Questions I didn't want to answer. They wanted to get to know me. Yeah, well, I wasn't interested in being known. I wanted to buy a t-shirt that read: I AM UNKNOWNABLE.
— Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe
His hands still on his shoulders. “Hi,” he says. “Sorry.” “For what?” “For the fact that you are such a big flirt.” He laughs. “You’re the one in my lap. I was just sitting here minding my own business.” “Just the plane, then?” “Of course.” I try to stand up, but he pulls me back down again. “Man, the plane is really bumpy today,” he says.
— Kasie West, The Distance Between Us
Some human beings in their craftiness thought they can pretend to be good when they are actually bad.
— Bamigboye Olurotimi
Who am I kidding? This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s my life.
— Zoe Cruz, Beastia
Hearsay, even from the people I love, doesn't equate to gospel truth.
— Katie McGarry, Chasing Impossible
Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.
— Katie McGarry, Chasing Impossible
We were perfectly placed, perfectly disposed to one another. Our pieces fit so well together, not in the way that puzzle pieces are carved to click, but in a clumsier, more accidental way; we were a city skyline – unplanned architectural mastery. Designed by the heavens, and you called me your angel – even when I was undeserving of that accolade. You’d call yourself the devil and I’d feel betrayed. Because for me, we were the same, either two sinners or two saints.
— B.A. Perry, Dear Ex
You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think I've outgrown the rules.
— Sally Henson, Summer's End
They lived and they laughed and they saw it was good.
— David Arnold, De Kids of Appetite
I DON’T KNOW! I HAVE NO FREAKIN’ IDEA. I’M ONLY FIFTEEN. I want my mom.
— Jacquelyn Nicole Davis, Trace The Grace: A Memoir
That's when I realized the chill wasn't coming from outside—it was coming from within me.
— Amanda Hocking, Freeks
But you’re right about one thing: he’s my best friend. I know him very well, and no matter what he said or did tonight, I’ve never seen him act this way with another girl. No one,” he repeated, “except you.
— Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart
It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.
— Stephen Chbosky
The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, and the sounds of the carnival played like a familiar song behind me.
— Amanda Hocking, Freeks
Darkness engulfed me...There was no ground below me, no sky above. Only the black, and the cold.
— Amanda Hocking, Freeks
Marika was a book nerd and had a TBR pile taller than her. She was a sucker for YA
— Mirella Muffarotto, Soccer Sweetheart
Love is more than blind. It's brain-dead.
— Ellen Hopkins, Tricks
He looked at me then, his deep golden eyes meeting mine, and I saw a heat in them that I felt reflecting in my own.
— Amanda Hocking, Freeks
I think music is seasonal. In the summer my taste changes.
— Katie Kacvinsky, First Comes Love
Are you here for a reason, Cheshire?Why, yes, I would enjoy a cup of tea. I take mine with lots of cream, and no tea. Thank you.
— Marissa Meyer, Heartless
Courage does not take over, it fights and struggles through every word you say and every step you take. It's a battle or a dance as to whether you let it pervade. It takes courage to overcome, but it takes extreme fear to be courageous.
— Cecelia Ahern, Flawed
Plus, how can she be your soul mate? Didn't you tell me she'd never read Harry Potter? Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with someone like that? I mean, for God's sake, think of your children. What kind of environment would they be growing up in with such a mother?
— Krystal Sutherland, Our Chemical Hearts
The question stayed with me every day, through every class, through every Op. I felt its teeth tighten around the back of my neck each time I was dismissed without a second look; it had locked it’s jaws and wouldn’t let me or my conscience go.
— Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade
The trouble was, I did know what I wanted from Grace Towne. I wanted to sleep with her, sure. I wanted her to be my girlfriend. A few years from now, I wanted to marry her. And then, when we were old, I wanted to drink peppermint tea and read Harry Potter to our grandchildren with her on the veranda of an old house out in the countryside as we watched a summer storm roll toward us. Was that so much to ask?
— Krystal Sutherland
Well, looks like you got your wish, Firebrand," I whispered, feeling the heat in my veins rise up, growing hotter by the second. "Screw this waiting around. If we survive this, I swear you will have my full attention from now on."  Her eyes flashed, and I released the hold on my true self, letting Cobalt surge to the surface. My wings unfurled, brushing the countertop, and my talons clicked on the tile floor as I sank down and made myself small, folding my wings tight to my body
— Julie Kagawa, Soldier
Wanna know the secret to nailing a great speech? It's simple--don't trust words.
— Stephen David Hurley, Cease & Desist
Ember was watching me, green bright eyes in the shadows of the room. She crouched against the wall with her wings pressed close and her tail curled around herself. Even with her fangs slightly bared and her sides heaving with fear, she was still beautiful, elegant, fiery, everything my dragon wanted.
— Julie Kagawa, Soldier