Ya Fiction Quotes
Beauty to beguile, spies to ensnare, and gold, always gold, to tempt, to trap, to control.
Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time.
A figure stood at the far end, cloaked in black and beckoning him.
Sometimes, reality is the illusion, and the truth only visible where our eyes can’t see.”- Lady Lalaigne
Indeed, if their wristbands asked them the question: “What-Would-Jesus-Buy”—well now, that could very well revolutionize the Christian church in America.
Between the sands of time and tradition is a multitude of truths untold.
That's what a poem is. Words which have a hidden meaning. A poem is like a secret.
Memories tell me who I was, not who I’ll become. They don’t fix the present any more than they fix the past.
If you always try to measure yourself withmoney... well, it's like counting backwards, the more youkeep on, the less you'll have to show for it.
The main thing about aliens is that they are alien. They feel no responsibility for fulfilling any of your expectations. (Dark City Lights)
The soul-Self doesn't follow the crowd. It encourages you to speak up when you need to and live by your truth.
There is a special sadness in achievement, in the knowledge that a long-desired goal has been attained at last, and that life must now be shaped towards new ends.
We’re all the same. We all have the means to save ourselves and carry ourselves home.
The typewriter is indeed my passport into a world otherwise barred to me and my kind.
Inhumanity is part of humanity as much as suffering is a part of stories. Cruelty is written in the human script.
Once upon a time Karen saw somebody nobody else could see. She thought to ask an old man: who were you? Once upon a time I thought to dream of medicine. Now I dream of medicine by the sea.
His thoughts flicked between the confidence of the Anyala Stone, the expectations of his world, and, the certainty of his failure.
Goodness is funny because it draws you to it while curiously possessing you with the untrammelled desire to turn it into something bad.
His hands fell to my hips, and his fingers dug through my rain-drenched clothes.
Here lies the body of Colonel Cornell’s. The rest of the fellow, I fancy, in hell is.
Nice dress, ” Victoria said.“Thank you, ” Perpetua said. “Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?”Victoria blinked. “Uh, what?
The same as a cigarette?" asked Rita excitedly, as Mrs. Sin bent over her."The same, but very, very gentle.
How men fear the chaos of the world, I thought, and the yawning eternity hereafter. So we build patterns to explain its terrible mysteries and reassure ourselves we are safe in this world and beyond.
It could have been worse. He could have said he wasn't a 'dessert person' and then I would have been forced to jump out of a moving car.
If Miss Elton spoke water instead of words, then there would have been a repetition of Noah’s flood.
I’m an idiot for trying to avoid these feelings because they have caused me pain in the past.
Digital Age Cozy: Cozy mystery can be more than knitting grannies, cats, and cookbooks!
In near panic, I craned my neck to gaze over the cabin’s roofline a bursting fireball.
Just the night before, a puma’s howl had set a chill at my spine and, man, life didn’t get any richer than that.
The damage and destruction from the soft brush of pen on paper, a minuscule twitch of muscles at the end of manicured fingers, and people's lives forever altered.