Young Quotes

Writing is the Art, re-writing the craft.

The gray paint peels off the wall in odd and beautiful patterns, each cracked polygon of paint a snowflake of decay.

A poem can't do its work if you only read snippets of it.

We don't suffer from a shortage of metaphors, is what I mean. But you have to be careful which metaphor you choose, because it matters.

How you spend your time when you are not working or studying says everything about who you are and what is motivating your life.

You battled monsters. You sweat and cried your way to this one prolific moment where you finally realize that those dark days and sleepless nights were pre-requisites to your becoming.

I never want a girl to lose all hope that her life can’t completely turn around, even if she feels that she is at the edge, standing on one foot, and ready to say goodbye.

We live in a world where there is such a clear definition of what a girl should be that it takes almost no effort at all to completely hate ourselves.

Remember, nothing happens before it’s supposed to, so trust that, as you are striving for authenticity and personal excellence, the recognition of your life’s purpose is nearing closer.

The only way that you can identify and then fulfill your life’s purpose is for you to love yourself, charge up your life and serve the world.

The marks we leave are too often scars.

Perhaps our suffering is part of our humanity.

All it takes, is one leap of faith.

Hate was the blazing beauty that consumed the world in its flames. Love could never consume anything but the heart of a fool.

I am not as valuable as the books, I AM the books! They are a part of me I cannot delete or cut off or ignore! I AM CURRENCY! - Nevel Walker

It was dark, so I couldn't make out much of her face, but she had brilliant red hair, like honey and roses and the sun altogether.

Sarucha (age 8): "Look, down there, I recognize it, ciudad de Jerusalén (the city of Jerusalem)! Jerusalén!, Jerusalén!" she exclaimed.

Light has a voice?” Sarucha inquired, amazed.

Laughter comes from living." I shrug, try to sound indifferent. "I've never really been alive before.

His smile is beautiful. It's the kind of smile that can take away all nervousness and tension in a room, no matter how big. I have no choice but to smile back.

...Life had handed me a different set of cards and I was going to have to play my hand either way.

It’s a very private moment when your heart breaks. I was thankful we were alone. I knew I couldn’t keep her, but I would always do anything to protect her.

I loved the feeling of finally falling in love to someone who would love me back.

...don’t discount intuition. It holds more wisdom than technology can ever afford

Tragedy often gives birth to courage, it offers man a platform to change what will be."Eli Storm, Emanuel Stone And The Phoenix Shadow

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

Our pendants glowed in unison and I understood that they represented us – Siren and human intertwined for eternity.

I watched her shadow merge with the darker colours of the deep sea.

I was slightly thankful when Mom finally came out and unlocked the car. It was warm and toasty inside and it smelt like home. There was not the slightest smell of something that didn’t belong home.

The other one was filled with loud and obnoxious tourists. Always boasting on winning a sand castle competition and seeing who could get tanned first. What a whacky bunch of people.

Have you lost your mind? What have I told you Charlie about whales? You can’t MANHANDLE THEM!

Although nobody could ever know about our friendship, that wasn’t going to stop us from being together.

She snorted in amusement at my remark. “When are the guards going to start to notice?” Keith peered into the distance. “Starting now,

I closed my eyes and dived into foreign water.

I could have drowned…and my brother didn’t even care.

I could have drowned today. If they hadn’t been screaming my name so loudly and if I hadn’t woken up, I would have drowned.

The last image I registered was Ethan and my hand – linked, bound and unbreakable.

You have always known they exist. Everyone feels their presence. Few know the truth. The world of Real Immortals is about to be revealed!

Everybody is equally weak on the inside, just that some present their ruins as new castles and become kings –

How long has it been since I entered this blackness? Has it been days, months, or years? I’m stuck here with my mind, my thoughts, my memories, and my nightmares.

No, ” I said. “I can’t remember doing this.”“Oh, ” Rena made and gestured dramatically. “You don’t remember it. And that automatically means you didn’t do it?

Is this how humanity waves good-bye?Hell no.

To be inspired is great, but to inspire is an honor.

I just want to domething that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.

I wasn’t sure what was worse: being oblivious or living within reality. (Eric)

Don’t trust anybody else—no matter how close you are to them.” (Eric)

My insanity begged for a distraction. (Eric)

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)