442 Quotes About Young-adult-romance

I loved his enormous aptitude for compassion, adoration and respect. That was his way of showing love. He lacked the capacity for wickedness, and that caressed my belief that he might just be an angel. My angel.

All of us come to the time and place in our lives of choosing life over death, faith over fear, and light over darkness.

What did they do to you, Kazi?” His voice was low, earnest. Even in the dim light, I was able to see the worry in his eyes.I pretended I didn’t know what he was talking about. “Who did what?”“Who made you afraid of an open world? An open sky? Was it Venda? Your parents?”“No one did anything,” I answered quietly.“Then hold on to me,” he said. “Let me show you the stars.

Yes, I want to kiss you, Jase Ballenger. Not for show or to make the best of it. I want to kiss you because I want you, every part of you, even the parts that infuriate me beyond telling, because you’ve infected me with a poison that I don’t want to flush out, because you’re a mad viper twistingaround my middle, cutting off my breath, yet I want you more than I want to breathe. Yes, Jase, I want to kiss you, just because I do, but the one thing I cannot do is promise you any tomorrows.

I like you, Jase Ballenger,” I said softly. “I think if you weren’t a thief, we might be friends.”“And if you didn’t whisk out knives and threaten to cut pretty necks, I think we might be friends too.”I wrinkled my nose. “Oh, how obsessed you are with your pretty neck.”His hands tightened on my wrists. He pulled me close, his teeth nipping at my neck and between kisses, he whispered, “It is not my neck I am obsessed with, Kazi of Brightmist.

Sometimes it seemed the timing of the entire world was off, our intentions coming too soon or too late, life crowding up to blur our vision, and only later when the dust settles can we see our missteps.

It was a wild indulgent slope we had cascaded down, and I didn’t care. For once in my life, I didn’t care about tomorrow. I didn’t care if I starved or died. I feasted on the now, and I didn’t let myself think about who he was or who I was, only who we were right now in this moment and how he made me feel on this patch of earth, in this patch of shade. In this strange upside-down world, ignoring tomorrow seemed as natural and expected as breathing.

Una ragazza impopolare come me in genere non si ritrova ad avere come migliore amica la più carina della scuola.

I ragazzi passano. Le amiche rimangono.