Ya Fiction Quotes
We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
Whoosh! went the bluebird of sarcasm, zooming miles above Dale’s head.
She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...
I never liked the influence of others when it came to feelings. I rather went through the painful process of analyzing everything half to death.
I can see the caravanserai, like a mirage in the distance. The heat hums. I thought I saw water. What would you have on these trade winds for your comfort?
There is a story behind everything and every story is worth telling...
Just like a butterfly, I had sprung from my cocoon for the first time. For my risk, I was rewarded with Jacob Bennett." - Laylla Jonson (Beneath the Blossom Tree)
Prince Maxon surveyed the room and found me. Our eye met for a moment, and he smiled.
I will not stand by and let any man believe his death is an act of one of the gods. They don't deserve the credit. This is just nature, a side effect of mortality - H
Like a bellowing beast, he howled her name, his raspy wails riding the gales like a ship on a roiling sea.
His dimples were strategically placed as though angels had made thumbprints on him.
True love is loving yourself thoroughly so that you can love another unconditionally.
To those of you who have lost your way, may my story serve as a reminder that life is a journey. The lessons we learn along the way are not for our sake alone. We are obligated to share them
Goodbyes are sad, but they are temporary, because as hellos ends with goodbyes, so will goodbyes start with hellos.
Kara knew je only recognised t and a on a string and he was nothing more than a sleazy pupeeter
Oh, I don’t mean to infer that you’re not a great guy. I’m sure you’re the exception to the rule.
Everyday she loses a bit more of herself, every day another nail in her coffin house payments medical bills and middle aged isolation
If you live your life with passion, every second will become an adventure.
When people say, 'you're so young to be a writer, ' I always reply, 'I started young because I've got a lot to write.
-she loved Lily Cate like her own, and for this night, this moment, she would be her mother, even though there was no guarantee of tomorrow.
So when I saw you lying in the shed there, I thought that even God couldn't be that cruel. You were everything I ever asked for – so maybe you could also be the love of my life...
I been running up a bill with the devil ever since, and now he's come to collect on the debt.
What Mrs. Schuyler is saying, " General Schuyler added, "is that it is the Schuylers who would be honored by a union woth so brilliant and noble a personage as Colonel Hamilton.
Altogether, the first glimpse of his bride-which should have come as no surprise to Alex, standing there looking so lean and handsome himself-nearly brought him to his knees.
For Alex to be enveloped into one of New York State's blue-ribbon families helped put to bed a lifetime of doubts and depression about his own dubious birthright.
This isn't London, sweetheart. This is New York City and we can spot a fraud from a mile away.
If queens did not exist, the poets would have had to invent them, so necessary as they are to a nation's glory.
She didn't know how she would survive when every breath stung, every tear burned, and every step took her further from the only man she'd ever loved.
Love is a poison, ' her father responded. 'One you grow accustomed to, but does not kill you.
Now, at last, she understood her great attraction to him. Here was the companion of her spirit. Here, indeed, was love.
She was destroyed many years ago, La Belle, on the cobblestones of the alley beside the opera house ...
Like a brilliant shooting star, she had almost reached her zenith when her light was extinguished.
One day you will meet someone who will show you what you are made of. I only hope it is someone not forbidden to you ...
She did not realise that there could be a joy - a spiritual ecstasy- in the touch of a certain man, or that she would long for his touch with all her being
How were we so lucky? Two people lost in a world only to find solace and companionship in someone just as fractured as they are. I think destiny has played a hand in our union.
Think of this- that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other.
