1,316 Quotes About Young-adult-fiction

At end of life, God will ask you what you did with the life he gave you.

The spell was on the very fist page: a calling for the lost to be found.We wanted our diaries found. So Holly suggested we try it.At first it was like a recipe: gathering moss and branches, raiding our cupboards for olive oil, slipping saints medals out of our nanas' wallets, rooting through the Christmas boxes in the attic, looking for silver string. It was silly and secret and made us feel like kids making mud pies. None of us took it seriously, not even Holly.

He said he wasn't going to let this go, but he did. He let it go, and he let me go.

I’m staring at the black of the road in front of me and thinking about why a girl might cry after she has sex. I think it doesn’t have to do so much with love. I think it has a lot to do with regret.

Life can be so brutal and beautiful at the same time.

My lungs are filled with the kind of oxygen that pumps words and that’s my fuel.

Not a brutal pain have a suffered like knowing my people aren’t mine anymore.

I wonder how physical distance changes people mentally.

So much passion that it nearly drowns me, pulling me under. And he's the only light, the only one to save me regardless of whether he's the one dooming me.