Teen Quotes

Teen Quote of the day

Be classy. Anything but trashy.

For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo.

When all you wanted was to be wanted, you wish you could go back and tell yourself what you know now.

There are demons within. And they're the deadliest kind.

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?

Logan must survive. That is the only truth. The only goal. My sole mission.

Logan lowers his head close to mine. 'Just know this, Ivy Calhhoun, ' he begins. 'If I werena a ghost I would open all door for you, properly.

All this bunch of so-called 'adults' was doing was making enemies of one another when what they really needed to be concentrating on was how to get out alive.

Pull back the curtain and jump down the rabbit hole.

We love each other. You love me, you do.” His eyes beseech me to believe it, to remember it, to feel it.

Now you're an adult, Katya!" he'd said, picking her up under the armpits like he'd been doing since she'd been born.

He sounded like he was used to people swearing at him, which made no damned sense, because he was gorgeous and a hero.

Susie and Pippa clinked their glasses together. I followed suit, but my heart wasn't in it anymore. It had already left the building.

Fall into the cavern of my mind, and together there, we will dine.

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

All I can think about is how I wanted to share those firsts with Logan and how I never knew it was an impossibility because it had already been taken away from me.

Just because you're alive doesn't mean you're living.

Best friend is like a pen and we're the paper. We'll not complete without their ink

There it was again, the prickling sense of standing on a precipice.

sometimes you need to make a mess.

And maybe if I can find a way to stop being scared, I'll actually figure out how to make friends. To be strong. To stop wallowing in my own problems.

I hated puberty. It had been that horrible stage from child hood, to pre teen, and my stage from ugly, to ugly with menstrual cramps.

It could have been worse. He could have said he wasn't a 'dessert person' and then I would have been forced to jump out of a moving car.

Jack, I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. Oh Mom, you're way too old to be having a mid-life crisis.

I spread my arms. “In the Rainbow Jungles of Ever there lives what I affectionately call, killer ducks.

as long as I can still dream, I will dream of you.

It's one thing to be a wisecracking precocious teen hanging out with twenty-seven year olds.It's another thing to get in the way of a grown man trying to get laid.

She looked over the colored boxes of smiling women holding plastic sticks. Why isn’t there a box showing a terrified teen?

Words aren't good enough for a lot of things, but we have to try.

To the attention of the New Fiddleham Police Department: You've got my middle-C, and I would like it back....Please return Jackaby's tuning fork. He's getting even more obnoxious than usual.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.

This is 1987. A girl can be whatever she wants to be." "I know, " said Ray. "My mums a plumber.

It's like I'm thirteen again and he's my crush. All I'm aware of in this entire roomful of people is him. Where he is, what he's doing, who he's talking to.

There is no pretending, " Jace said with absolute clarity. "I love you, and I will love you until I die, and if there is life after that, I'll love you then.

If she had looked into his eyes at that very moment she would have seen the inferno that she had thrown him into.

I wondered if hurdlers ever thought, you know, "This would go faster if we just got rid of the hurdles.

How did pretty little Anna go from Westchester suburb brat to New York hooker? Now that’s a story.

I'm really too young to go out into the world alone, " he thought as he lay down.

Instead of a criminal or a drug addict, I was looking at a boy—just a boy.

If you told me when I was a teen that I would end up being a teacher, I would have said you're out of your mind, because quite frankly I hated school.

Mom let go of us and leaned back so she could look us both in the eye. “No more spending the night in the tree fort, you two.

Everybody should have a librarian.

And I'm suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married...?" His voice tightened. "And meanwhile, I'll die a little bit more every day, watching.

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.

He holds his hand out for me to see it like he’s cradling something delicate or breakable, an egg or like, his heart.

Why am I doing this? Because it feels so good to talk like we used to, even though I know this is just a shadow of what we had. But I chase it anyway.

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

If you don't believe in yourself, who will?' ~Maybeck

Awakening Call: You're Not in love if it carries a burden.

I think it's time you got a summer love of your own until lover boy sees he need to ditch Gina.