Ya Adult Quotes

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.

So he earns your undying love by reading a book under a tree?" Cole said dryly. "Why didn't I ever try that approach? I like books and trees.

What do you want to trust me with tonight?" A sigh escaped forcefully, waving the white flag that I was a melted, scorched woman at those words. "Anything, " I whispered back.

I try to pay bills as efficiently as I can, and work hard, and be comfortable in what I've achieved at the end of each day. And I try, most of all, to be a little easier on myself.

Whuppins were like kid taxes we paid with our behinds.

There's a word for an author who doesn't give up... published.

His eyes met mine. Brown eyes. I couldn’t read anything and as he turned away I realised he didn’t intend to tell me anything either.

I used to be Autumn Winters, daughter of an actress and an architect. I had been one of three living in this home, but now I was just Autumn Winters, and I was alone.

The temperature of my blood dropped several degrees, and I took a step back. My heart quickened. "Storm?" I prompted, looking at the boxes on the dock labeled "non-perishable.

Think of me that way, " he continued. A slight shimmer glinted acrosse his eyes. "In a sense, I'm giving my life for those...I care about. A sacrifice you might say.

This is the legacy of a compassionate bunch. Our fate now rests on the whims of men.

We do things we’re not proud of. Nikolas more than most.

There are simply some laws we must transgress, no matter the penalty.

I lie more convincingly than I tell the truth.

Because I am a doll, and a servant. Because I am a pretty thing and a soldier all the same.

Say yes, Jordan, ” he said, shifting closer.“No, ” I said.Owen smiled. “Close enough.” And then he kissed me.

When I was laying there in his arms nothing else mattered. My parents, my lack of funds, everything just seemed to melt away as I was lost in his lips"- Bentley Evans

When life hands you lemons sometimes you just have to say screw the lemons, and bail.

I'm afraid." Olivia to Caleb"Afraid of what?" Caleb."Of how vulnerable you make me." Olivia."I make you vulnerable because you love me. That's the price you pay for love, baby girl." Caleb.

P-p-p-please, don’t cast me out

I love him, and he loves me. And being together makes even the little things better.

If you continue with that train of thought and end it with, I did it because I love you and can’t bear to see you in turmoil, you could sell it to Hallmark, but not to me!

Kora may have been a witch, and your father may have had prophetic dreams. But you Paige, is not a witch. You are something much more, but the question is what?

You two are bad, sneaking behind Mr. Caswell’s back, getting a little something, something on the side.

You’re a gorgeous siren who could lure anybody into your arms. But I must go before I deliciously fall under your spell.

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

Psychological and emotional wellness is an ongoing process for everyone.

I never thought I would die at the age of seventeen, so when I received the death message, I was a little freaked out.

It’s always been you, Paige. I’ve waited my whole life for you. You’re the air I breathe, my heart and soul. Without you, I’m in hell.

She would drink until the trembling stopped. Then she would wilt over the piano like one of Celia's spinaches when Tam Lin forgot to water the garden.

With the warmth of an alien sun on his back, Jacob took a deep breath at the door and knocked.

I know Matt is your friend, but I think he’s a douche bag.

I loved him, but he didn't want me anymore.I suffered, and he laughed at my umanity.This desire will be my end.

Holy crap! Was there a demon inside this guy?

And if you lose the willingness, what do you have?

The death has an only color.

I can not bear to see such woes of the heart in the eyes of my beloved.

My dear lady, you have no idea just how scandalous I can be. ~Peter Viktor von Strassenberg, 1905

You know what scares me? You think I’m a monster.

I didn’t spend my whole summer training with Anwar and him on a deserted island in the Baltic sea to stand here and do nothing.

I hated all this: the mystery of myself.

I fear oblivion' he said. "I fear it like a proverbial blind man fears the dark

Elle, what happened to your prudish behavior?” Elle laughed. “It took a back seat when I was given a mate so hot that he could cook bacon on his abs.

You ask me why I’m nice to you, ” he said. “Why, why, why. But you don’t ask me stuff that matters. Who I am or where I been. What I see when I look at you. What I want.

For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey between footsteps makes up our lives.

What are you going to fill it with?" she asks. "Holy water or something?" "Probably Dasani, " Thomas replies.

How was it possible to miss someone when they were standing right next to you?

I feel like a crumpled up piece of paper that has something really important written on it. But no one will ever know what that is because all they see is something that's been discarded.

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.

You're everything I write about in my songs, but can never have.