Young Adult Quotes
I wasn’t in the mood for a fight, but fights weren’t always conveniently scheduled. (Jessica)
Everything seemed so unreal—so supernatural—and I had to remind myself that is was. We weren’t human. We never were. (Jessica)
I’d prefer you accuse my son, so he can defend his innocence rather than prolong unnecessary guilt." (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)
Identity was everything, but it seemed I never had one. (Jessica)
Just because I wasn’t human, didn’t mean I could discount human life. (Eric)
I wanted to survive—not for my kind, but for trust, for friendship, for another being. (Eric)
I didn’t even have a name for her, shade or human, but I didn’t need one to know her. (Eric)
...it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric)
Neither of us asked to be born descendants, yet I’d be rewarded with his death, and we couldn’t prevent that. No one could. (Eric)
I knew nothing of death, and, for some unexplainable reason, I was beginning to feel guilty for that. -Jessica
You're not safe with me."He cut me off, seeming to growl. "I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can't do this alone.
To her, not packing our lunches every day or joining the PTA is a feminist rallying cry.
You can’t believe in fate only when it sends you something you want, only when things turn out right. You have to accept what fate sends you or doesn’t send you, no matter whether or not you like it.
First, you need to realize everything you thought you knew about yourself, about me, is a lie.
What if I can’t be their hero? What if I’m destined to be the villain?~attributed to Harry Potter
My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant.
In the same way, teenagers imagine dying young because death is more imaginable than the person that all the decisions and burdens of adulthood may make of you.
A future as lonely as the surface of the moon and still just the sight of him feels like a homecoming, like a song I used to know but forgot.
You are everything you should be, and all that is enough. Be proud of who you are, and love who you will become.” – Lady Lalaigne to Nhakira, “Chosen
Not all stories end happily nor tragically. Most of them just need to be continued.
We bite back the things we can't say and we cushion every surface for the inevitable moment when they all come fighting out.
When I try to achieve greatness, it spits on me the night before.
My heart is sinking and my chest physically aches from the heavy sadness that it carries within.
Out of the seven billion people sharing the planet with her, not one of them knew what was going through her head. Not one of them knew she was lost. Not one of them asked.
It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful.
Nothing exists but my breath. I know this feeling. Usually it comes when something unexpected and momentously awful is about to happen, which doesn’t make sense now. I’m just going home.
Love being the only flower that opens and reaches for the light. Light will always come, because it longs to be reached for, and darkness is put away.
I kiss him. My mouth on his. Without fear. Without thought. All of my emotions, my love, my trust, wrapped up in this embrace.
Camus and Henry waved to me from that muddy truck. They both wanted me to get over myself.So, this was me, getting over myself. And it was about time.
What I know about you, Henry, ” he said. “Is that you, as big as you are, know how to walk gently on this earth.
Remember to take in and harvest light yet also allow yourself to cast shadows where needed, like a tree. Then, in return, your shadow will support your light.
Because Dad told you he'd be here forever. Because I thought forever was like Mars -- far away.
Somehow the thought she might be next wasn't nearly as terrifying as the realization he was gone.
They should make earplugs for people who are grieving, so we don't have to hear the stupid things people say, but I'd look like a dork in them." -Corinna
Hearing my brother’s words coming out of Henry, this stranger in a strange town, made me feel wild with all the loss—wild and wired with no place to put those feelings.
My ghost is the only soul who ever comes to cry on my grave... Only the skies cried sincerely on my funeral.
