#adult

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-fiction #new-adult-lit #new-adult-romance #faith

This is New York, babe. Be ready to expect anything. ↗

— Faith Sullivan

#new-adult-contemporary-romance #new-adult-fiction #new-adult-lit #new-adult-romance #faith

Small Acts of Kindness are Priceless ↗

— M.G. Wells

#family #fantasy #friendship #magic #middle-grade

I do have a point to all this,” she continues. “There are like twenty people in that waiting room right now. Some of them are related to you. Some of them are not. But we’re all your family.” She stops now. Leans over me so that the wisps of her hair tickle my face. She kisses me on the forehead. “You still have a family,” she whispers. ↗

— Gayle Forman

#inspirational #tragedy #young-adult #family

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? ↗

— Lili Frings

#fantasy #fiction #frindship #mystery #paranormal

Cora Thompson had two of them--cats, that is. Which was quite remarkable considering she had never owned a pet before. Growing up in the rural South as she had, Cora had been taught that if an animal couldn't work in a field or be slaughtered for food, then it was of no use. Certainly any domesticated animal such as a dog or a cat would only bring about the destruction of fine furniture, stained carpets, and the onset of disease, not to mention the foul odor. That's just the way it was. ↗

— Barbara Casey

#family

I felt the taste of mortality in my mouth, and at that moment I understood that I was not going to live forever. It takes a long time to learn that, but when you finally do, everything changes inside you, you can never be the same again. I was seventeen years old, and all of a sudden, without the slightest flicker of a doubt, I understood that my life was my own, that it belonged to me and no one else. I’m talking about freedom, Fogg. A sense of despair that becomes so great, so crushing, so catastrophic, that you have no choice but to be liberated by it. That’s the only choice, or else you crawl into a corner and die. ↗

— Paul Auster

#freedom #life #philosophy #self-determination #change

Em didn't truly understand about my panic attacks - no one did. But she'd never pushed me to explain, never tried to ditch me when things got weird, and never once looked at me like I was a freak. ↗

— Rachel Vincent

#rachel-vincent #teen #young-adult #friendship

This was another of our fears: that Life wouldn't turn out to be like Literature. Look at our parents--were they the stuff of Literature? At best, they might aspire to the condition of onlookers and bystanders, part of a social backdrop against which real, true, important things could happen. Like what? The things Literature was about: Love, sex, morality, friendship, happiness, suffering, betrayal, adultery, good and evil, heroes and villains, guilt and innocence, ambition, power, justice, revolution, war, fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, the individual against society, success and failure, murder, suicide, death, God. ↗

— Julian Barnes

#fiction #god #life #literature #love

When I reached adulthood, even now, I could afford to belong to a country club. But I could never belong to a private club because of my experience as a child, because it would isolate me from the whole of humanity. ↗

— Martin Sheen

#afford #because #belong #child #club