Ya Fiction Quotes

Come, kiss me sweet, and then let us return to bed, for I am tired, and I would sleep.

Cursed the crown that brought such grief to me

I think that's just a story.""But, Jace, " she said. "All stories are true.

If the future historians were to digitally unearth our generation, they would decipher the facial expressions on the "Selfie's" as the generation of people suffering from wide spread constipation!

I heard our kid here is quite the scrapper.

If upper management found out, they’d send you off to the Probing Department.

He gives new meaning to the word bombed.

My memories came back like a punch in the face. Only good.

Who wanted to make lemonade from lemons, when you could make perfectly good lemonade grenades?

Fantasy is a reaction to the constraints of reality.

Be careful mi amor, don't hurt anyone this time.

She looked at him and felt a dagger pierce her heart, then she felt a warm chocolate feeling swallow her senses.

Be careful mi amor, don't hurt anyone this time." Cordia reminded Jade.

I think the we all drown, in one way or another.

There exists a microscopic breed of brain beetle, commonly known as an ‘idea’. An idea desires only one thing: To catch the perfect brain wave.

Remember, Shaw, that the power of the dagger lies not only in the visual, but also the symbolic.

I had become an arrow of sound aimed at the most terrible creature in the city.

Let's just start over", gurgled the hagget's voice. We cannot give up now.

I felt empowered by him, as if his very existence manipulated the balance of my nature from a shy little girl to wonder woman.

You would have only seen a skittish young deer jumping through the forest, having no idea it was a little girl.

I'm going to tell you something I probably shouldn't.

You mistake us for abstaining your kind from undeserving happiness when all we do is to fight for our cause. We are soldiers, not rebels.

We would learn as much as we could, be as honourable as we could, be as courageous as we could, and be as happy as we could.

There is at least one truth in every myth.

Oh get over it Cecilia! You are no longer human. Such decorum doesn’t exist amongst our kind

This is the right timeThey are the right peopleWill it be enough for mankind?From "The Rishis: Book of Secrets.

Good books are never finished but abandoned.

The dust of thirty years hung lifeless in shafts of morning light, the gilding of perfectly prim pages shone incanescent, the shriek of rolling ladders mourned in perennial soliloquy.

How do you know I’m any different from the broken, beaten slave you found over seven years ago? - Corin

Realism is knowing fantasy and reality intersect constantly. Realism is living with the awareness that every act changes the world.

Hope had only revealed herself to him when he was immersed in darkness

Ms Rainn, when was the last time you visited a library for the books and not the free Internet it offers?

Everyone writes the book he or she loves to read. Great authors write the books others love to read.

Fight with me again and let us prove that we will keep what is ours! - Corin

Science fiction is when we see into the future of our planet, fantasy is when we believe humanity will survive.

The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.

Every time I had things straight in my head abouthim, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant.

Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as di

The rhythm of fraught footsteps and fervent heartbeat orchestrated a symphony of anticipation and dread.

Dad looked more sheepish than I had ever seen him look in his life. It made him appear younger.“A scent. Your mother’s shampoo.

Once I finished reading a good book, it gives me a hard time coping up with reality.

Such a distant, forgotten thing, this Light.

Being on the edge is always worse than going through.

The only things worth seeing are beyond what you can actually see.

Am I your weakness?""Of course you are.

Fair enough…No inhaling battery acid, ” I smirk. “We can’t breathe batteryacid, can we?

Matt shrugged. It was a good shrug, too. All it was missing was a beret, a stripy shirt and a Gauloise cigarette.

The prophecy has come true! You put the sea salt in the soup...You are the one!

He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice.

I write fiction. It may have mystery, it may have horror, it may have fantasy, it may have love, but like life, it's all the same genre.