Ya Fiction Quotes
When I write I feel like I can breathe. It’s like yoga for the brain.
While doing an enquiry on renowned horror author, “Edgar Allen Poe” I was astonished to notice how more successful his biographical books sold compared to his own books.
Do not judge a book by its price!
History immortalises both the names of the greats and the tyrants without making a distinction between them.
Dare I ask Mao and his Communist Party?I fear my throat will be cut into two pieces.In the name of revolution, for thought crimes, Such questions can turn me to ashes.
when you walk the path of revenge, know that someone will always follow your trail
Discourses, which are mostly wrapped in spurious religious and patriotic ideologies that ignite the enthusiasm of the ignorant masses
The problem with living so long is that you see too many people pass before you.
Underneath the groundyou can't hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won't forget youthey won't forget you
You think it's impossible to be a passive fighter? Well, sometimes fighting just means existing. Existing, not going away, and quietly biding your time.
If Allah has willed it that way... He must have better plans for you child...
The time is ripe for young Indian authors writing in the English language.
The author is impacted by a hidden insistence that takes the shape of different combinations each time adifferent text is produced but the underlying problem remains the same for him.
Why am I not good enough?At least he loves Darren and Yaichain some wayeven if it's horrible, he shows them attentionand I am furnitureI get nothing nothingnothingno thing
Lady's mouth tasted like blood and iron all the time now. It tasted like defeat.
After watching too many scary movies it was hard not to have an overactive imagination, along with an inherent distrust of seemingly benevolent (and sometimes inanimate) things, like lawn gnomes.
I’m starting to think that you have a really bad habit of trying to save me.”She turns shy and looks down. “You are worth saving.
I remember how amazing it felt to be loved by him and how he was all I ever wanted.
No matter how many times I've thought that the worst is behind us, something else always happens to remind me that the worst is yet to come.
Part of me can't understand how Mom could do this. But there's that other part of me that can readily relate. Because I feel a pull in two different directions too.
I remember how amazing it felt to be loved my him and how he was all I ever wanted.
This was never what I wanted for us, but things change. Plans change. People change. I've faced the reality of my destiny and now I need to embrace that.
Sorry has got to be the most over-used cliched get-out clause in the history of mankind. Tossed out flippantly without any real meaning or substance.
I turn and run, watching my feet trample a massacre of weeds. I mourn them. The only thing that grows is dandelions in the cracks of the sidewalk and we always end up killing them.
There are no more gates, only hinges clinging to the walls like broken spiders.
Your dad and I have been talking.”“You need to stop that. The marriage will last longer.
Tequila! Would you not think fallen angels would be immune to it." "Fallen, hate that word! I prefer..misplaced
His question is pretty dangerous for me to try to answer, so I don’t—it continues to hang out there like the stained underwear at a slumber party that goes unclaimed.
Ashlinn was lovely to look upon, someone who could easily snub half of the highest-paid stars in Hollywood and break the hearts of the rest.
Children, Hadley thinks to herself, children are more civilised than this gang on the sauce.
If you wanted candles and romantic music, then you wouldn’t have chosen me.”“Maybe I didn’t choose, ” she dared. “Maybe it just happened.
We lie on the blanket, our bare bodies basking in the sun like Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Only our apples were bitten a long time ago, and we ate them too.
You fill my soul with hope and love.Together, we will remain through the heavens above.One soul, together. For always and forever…
This college would probably have the same problem as the last one did."I frowned, "What's that?""Homework.
You aren’t a vampire.” Silver's voice mirrored his shock. She repeated the phrase with a huge smile on her face. “You aren’t a vampire!” “They don’t call me Jackpot for nothing, ” he joked.
You don't think you're a vampire, Sam. That kind of thing you know.
He hugged me, and I let him press me against his godlike body. What? A girl should have some fun sometimes.
One thing was certain: he was my one. Most people go on their whole lives and never find their one, but I found mine. I found him when I was twelve-years-old.
My first kiss. One tiny, sweet, cosmic kiss. Like falling from a star, onto a cloud, and into a love song.