Adult Fiction Quotes
They just want to be part of the moment. A moment that's much larger than them, and even larger than us.
I can’t decide if Burt and Crazel are made for each other or if their joint mentalism could cause a tsunami.”Tea – Book 2 “Having it
Words aren't good enough for a lot of things, but we have to try.
It's the broken that find a way, because the cracks, although deep, let out as much light as the darkness they let in
We’ve been trapped in here, away from civilisation. We’re wasting our lives away, waiting for something. But nothing’s happened, and nothing is going to happen unless we help ourselves.
But, I still can't totally forgive Dave for blowing my world apart. DO YOU HEAR THAT, DAVE?!
It was your personality that consumed me. You became my favorite. My favorite of them all…
Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.
Because what was the point in crying when there was no one there to comfort you? And what was worse, when you couldn't even comfort yourself?
I’ve lived for nothing and might soon die for less. My Life, Part One will be cancelled midway through the first season
I know some words floated through my ears, but my mind refused to absorb their meaning. I just shook my head slowly as the wall of pain washed over me, leaving me submerged and broken in the flood.
Hip-hop is a reflection of your surroundings and an instrument of change. - Esme from Sister Mischief
Sit on the truth too long and you mash the life right out of it.
How quickly we damn ourselves when we start to talk, how small and inglorious we always sound.
Angelica rolled the wedding band between her finger and thumb. "It's terrifying, to be on the verge of finally getting what you want.
I work in a restaurant in an airport in Taiwan. I am eighteen years old and I don’t like my job because everyone gets on planes and leaves. And I want to leave too.
I have never been reduced to begging somebody to leave me alone, but in your case I’ll make an exception.
For a moment, I’m captivated. He’s seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.
When our eyes made contact it was like being slapped, I just wanted to recoil
This one is for our crew, but it’s also for all the weird girls and word nerds, for all the in-the-middle wickeds and queers and misfits and hell-raisers.
How would you like to star in your very own commercial?""I'd rather swim in battery acid.
The afternoon light brightening the green in her eyes, her tan skin the last memory of fall
...this two-way hatred. I don’t understand it. I wonder how much of it is caused by fear?
She looked at her best friend as he unraveled the tightly wound cord from his heart and told her what she had been hoping to hear." from the upcoming The Witch of Belle Fleur
Aspirations are useless, because to aspire, is to reach. Dream, they say, but not too big. Laugh, they say, but not too loudly. Love, they say, but not too hard.
I'm not sure if you even want me around or if you just feel sorry for me. I'm not sure of anything.
They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don't have to hear the stupid things people say, but I'd look like a dork in them." -Corinna
When I try to achieve greatness, it spits on me the night before.
I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.
How long has it been since I entered this blackness? Has it been days, months, or years? I’m stuck here with my mind, my thoughts, my memories, and my nightmares.
Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.
The gray paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snowflake of decay.
Faith is not just thinking you can do things, but believing god can handle all things!
The Devil loved watching children pour down the front steps of the high school like lava from a volcano. Trolling for souls. He posed in one of his favorite guises today, a school bus driver.
Remember, Shaw, that the power of the dagger lies not only in the visual, but also the symbolic.
His tricks had raised the temperature of the room considerably, although I was pretty sure his presence alone had that effect.
Hecate smelt the odour of death as clearly as she might smell the wonderful, scented fragrance of blooming flowers in springtime or the delicious smell of dinner wafting down the hallway.
With every step, I cursed the person who had ever invented the saying: “Speak of the devil”. Clearly, they had no sympathy for me!