1,643 Quotes About Ya

Adam's hand glided over her bare elbow. The touch was a whisper in a language she didn't speak very well.

This is how it started, with a sister weeping in her bed, a child so terrified she sold herself to a thief, a girl so lovely, the world went to war to possess her

You've managed to unlock the door to the library - now it's time to learn how to read.

You may suppose that perhaps this Walter T. Wallace found his destiny in food and passed down to his progeny a legacy like that of the great Colonel Sanders. The folks here in Wallace County would love to be able to tell you this is so. But no, like their granddaddy, the Wallace men were thievin’ crooks, always with a scheme ready to separate the weak from their hard-earned money.

It’s terrible, … for us to have been so scared to be seen with books we have every right to read.

We’ve scrambled for our lives,” she said softly. “Now we have to scramble for our world.

They didn't get the friendships that formed, the community of people who shared in your same joy.

Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn't be held, only borrowed for a time.

It wasn't a romance; it was too perfect for that. With texts there were only the words and none of the awkwardness. They could get to know each other completely and get comfortable before they had to do anything unnecessarily overwhelming like look at each other's eyeballs with their eyeballs.