Ya Fiction Quotes
He could never be anything more than what he was: the inheritor of weakness and unbridled emotion, a creature possessed by the past, and carrying its curse forever into the future--
No life form on this planet undergoes such a slow and graceful death as the tobacco leaf.
Next time -- we will roll out the red carpet for you in the United States of Arabia, my brethren!
Both slaves had been oiled until their flesh shined like polished ebony, outlining every detail of their muscles.
And unbidden, floating into consciousness came the truth of his utter wretchedness. Even the very earth seemed to cry out in pain. Hodburn Wood
Exile might satisfy the anger of the living, but it did not appease the dead.
Christ's father let him die on that cross. I understand why he done it. But Christ never had no granny like me.
Readers will be swept up by the drama and fast pace of this powerful debut novel.” Reading Today Online, International Reading Association
Now the day has ended, its brief excitements already an imperfect memory.
I cannot tell you how exciting it is when you first see your book in paperback, then when the good reviews roll in it is just the red bow on the present under the tree.
An Underground Railroad story with a distinctive flavor. –Booklist
A gripping historical novel . . . heart-stopping, heart-racing and eventually heart-easing.–Library Voice
Very different from other middle grade of YA stories I've read about slaves running during the 1800s. – Wandering Librarian
If I had two breaths left inme, one first one I would use to tell you I miss you, and the second that I love you.
Jewish history is never simply about the Jews, but always about their relationship with the rest of society.
Did I behave myself tonight, Ross?’ she asked. ‘Did I behave as Mrs Poldark should behave?’‘You misbehaved monstrously, ’ he said, ‘and were a triumph.
If I had two breaths left in me, the first one I would use to tell you I miss you, and the second that I love you.
Cease, daughter!" said the priest at last in a trembling voice. "I cannot grant absolution, no priest could...
He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.
Nicholas met with him earlier about some lumber deal and sent him here for lunch. He's evidently new in town and was wondering where to get something good to eat.
Margaret looked at the ring on her finger. "Gran gave me this before we boarded the ship. It's the most special thing in the world to me. I'll never take it off, Hanna. No matter how hungry I am.
I looked evil in the eye and smiled at it with such power that I felt a little dizzy.Jade Gentry (Polishing Jade)
In time of war, it is not enough to say, ‘I am a citizen and I have rights.’ One must also say, ‘I am a citizen and I have obligations.
Adele, if you think that, no matter how mad you drive me, that I want to give you up, you are insane, possibly more insane than is healthy.
Prisoners!" Finan shouted, and I suspected he was shouting at me because I had so blatantly ignored my own insistence that we take men captive.
Anyone young, famous and beautiful who dies young is forever frozen in time and fascinating to all of us.
The world is going crazy, Karl. And when the world is crazy, a sane man is never okay." from The Berlin Boxing Club
Durand smiles. There is nothing behind the smile except perhaps another smile, repeating ad infinitum into the distance.'Of course, ' he says.
I turn away from the smell of death, pressing my lavender scented handkerchief as tight as I can against my nose.
Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow know what you truly want to become." -Steve Jobs
For the first time in years, I have vivid dreams, vivid enough to count the stars and the number of ripples in the sea.
I want to be a good man, a good writer.""Be one or the other, Ernest, not both.
No man should be asked to live with so much sadness, and with so little promise of relief.
Ernest chose to go, she finally thinks, watching the fire turn the papers black. He loved her but he could not live anymore.
Martha thanks Sylvia, gesturing with the book. "Just remember not to try to hard with understanding it, " Sylvia says. "Like people, they're best not to be too thoroughly understood.
Birkenau simmered in the July sun like some hideous brew, a witch's potion of blood, sweat, smoke, and excrement worthy of something the weird sisters might have cooked up in Macbeth.
That spring was the start of everything, for me. Before then, I might have been half-asleep, drifting through life.