Ya Fiction Quotes

Distance and time and a whitewashed mind hadn’t kept a child from growing, from existing, from demanding a place on this earth.

You need to take some acting classes to learn to hide your huge crush on my husband better

She would keep playing the role of the winner as long as the audience believed her.

Her immediate impulse was one of self-preservation. She was tied up in this somehow, she didn’t know why or how, but there was something waiting for her on the other side of this crowd.

Work is the undoing of nature.

I haven't always been a patient man...but something tells me you'd be worth the wait.

You're not so tough. No tougher than the man whose blood will spill from your veins.

Live life to the fullest and never forget the people that supported you along the way.

Science is a satisfactory curiosity.

Horror is a feeling that cannot last long

I like to think I’ve written something worth reading when I cry the tears of the characters.

Fiction is a careful combination of observation, inspiration, and imagination.

A shrink and a patient switching places. Who is REALLY the boss?

A fiction writer weaves a fabric of lies in hopes of revealing deeper human truths.

If this is where you ask me to run around in my birthday suit, I’m not entirely comfortable with that, ” I said, smirking.

A day ago, the sight of a man removing his face would have blown thick chunks of Aiden’s mind out the back of his head, but not today. Today Aiden was fresh out of shock and running low on wonder.

But optimism dribbles away when horror repeats.

Jealousy is nothing but a fear of being abandoned

You see my point? The average person has a very average notion of goodness to which they aspire averagely. To aspire to goodness in any remarkable way would be ‘undemocratic’.

If they ever envision Goodness as a thing that exists outside them, some real thing they’ve been called to participate in by their actions, well then, we’re headed right back toward The Virtues.

And, to be true, an enemy's lair is an enemy's lair, no matter how comfortable or fancy it might appear.

The truth in death can only be found in the dying itself.

As a motivation —for humans, but Christians especially— guilt is always wrong and can never move them to do anything He wants of them. Never let them realize that.

Guilt, if cultivated in a Christian client, can render their Christianity worthless to themselves and others.

I am made of a thousand ghosts, only you can shoot me down.

Denial makes it easier to keep an addiction progressing smoothly along and, being a lie, it’s just better form.

With addiction, a client’s fears can be ripened into some very pleasing fruit: Irritability, suspiciousness, isolation, paranoia, and finally on to that grand banana —the fear of Fear itself.

If we must tempt to Pleasure, how do we tempt to the least amount of Pleasure? Or better yet, tempt them to its opposite? But how to tempt them to pain.

CONGRATULATIONS DL Havlin! Your entry, "There are No Lights in Naples", an unpublished short fiction - flash fiction genre category, is a finalist for the 2016 Royal Palm Literary Awards competition!

No, she's been killing me with kindness." She pointed her finger in his face. "There's a difference, and if you didn't have her on a pedestal, you could tell the difference.

Poe, come on. Don't be like this." She avoided his gaze, and that was killing him. He'd rather she yell at him than give him nothing at all.

Oliver knocked on the door, trying to keep his fear in check. Dominic didn't answer. Oliver looked around the porch for a hidden key, frantically searching under the welcome mat, but to no avail.

The embrace at the airport and stolen glances of Poe wasn't enough for him. Oliver needed to be closer to her again--emotionally and physically. His stomach clenched. Why couldn't Poe be his?

If there was a temperature at which drama boiled, they were all sitting in hot water.

The writing talent of Edinburgh is textured - we have poets, novelists, non-fiction writers, dramatists and more.

...this two-way hatred. I don’t understand it. I wonder how much of it is caused by fear?

A man who respects his wife, does not sleep with other women. And a woman who respects herself does not allow her husband to get away with it

It's said that there's three sides to a story: yours, mine, and the truth. Check out God in Wingtip Shoes and The Prison Plumb Line to explore all three.

There is no law that gods must be fair, Achilles, ” Chiron said. “And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. Do you think?

He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot.We were about to become cigarettes.

Roger speaking to Brianna: It's too important. You don't forget having a dad."You do remember your father?"No. I remember yours.

Fairy tales only happen in movies." -George Meliesfrom The Invention of Hugo Cabret

I was born to be your rival, ' she [Anne] said simply. 'And you mine. We're sisters, aren't we?

I'm learning not to hope for what I can't control...

I decided to write the book I wanted to read

The reader may ask how to tell fact from fiction. A rough guide: anything that seems particularly unlikely is probably true.

Think ere you speak

I want you forever. I will always be with you. I will always love you. I will love, honor, and cherish you for all eternity.

(The golden goose has died, my prince turned into a frog, the Kingdom is lost, everyone has turned into stone and I am locked in the tower)

I have come to think that's where Heaven is, a place in the memories of other where our best selves live