#adult

When I god older and realized my life was built around the idea my career would be something I wanted to love, to strive for, to be proud of, I was scared. ↗

— Alida Nugent

#life

Hélène slowly surveyed the room. In this respectable society, amongst these apparently decent middle-class people, were there none but faithless wives? With her strict provincial morality, she was amazed at the licensed promiscuity of Parisian life. ↗

— Émile Zola

#morality #paris #life

I used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #love

I am a few years older now and I know this: There are tastes of mouths I could not have lived without; there are times I’ve pretended it was just about the sex because I couldn’t stand the way my heart was about to burst with happiness and awe and I couldn’t be that vulnerable, not again, not with this one. That waiting to have someone’s stolen seconds can burn you alive. That the shittiest thing you can do in the world is lie to someone you love; also that there are certain times you have no other choice – not honoring this fascination, this car crash of desire, is also a lie. That there is power in having someone risk everything for you. That there is nothing more frightening than being willing to take this freefall. That it is not as simple as we were always promised. Love – at least the pair-bonded, prescribed love – does not conquer all. ↗

— Daphne Gottlieb

#love #love

I was too proud to show him how hurt I was. ↗

— Kate le Vann

#love

Baby girl, Cross is a tsunami. ↗

— Sylvia Day

#love #romance #love

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you. ↗

— Karli Perrin

#june #love #na #new-adult #romance

As our kissing progresses, I don’t care that our tryst seems raunchy and wrong. I don’t care that I’m at school, in the boy’s bathroom. I don’t care that to most people this would seem cheap, dirty, and despicable. The only thing I can think about while he kisses me deeper, harder, faster, is that Henry Garner is the plague and the only thing I want him to do is infect me. ↗

— Lauren Hammond

#lovers #romance-novels #young-adult #young-adult-novels #young-love

For a moment, I’m captivated. He’s seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard. ↗

— Lauren Hammond

#teenage-love #young-adult-fiction #love

I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die? ↗

— Daria Snadowsky

#love #young-adult #love