#dystopia

Slowly I raise my eyes and take in the water spreading out in every direction. I can only form one clear thought. This is no place for a girl on fire. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#ya #ya

I am so tired, love. I'm so very,very tired. ↗

— Tehereh Mafi

#dystopian #love #sadness #tired #love

Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world. ↗

— Isaac Marion

#death #despair #dystopia #hope #life

If you put enough sheep together you have a herd- a force to be reckoned with. ↗

— Maria V. Snyder

#dystopian #dystopian-fiction #good-book #inside-out #insider

...they come to us, these restless dead, Shrouds woven from the words of men, With trumpets sounding overhead (The walls of hope have grown so thin And all our vaunted innocence Has withered in this endless frost) That promise little recompense For all we risk, for all we've lost... ↗

— Mira Grant

#poetry #zombies #men

He saw the rules of life clearly for the first time and they were simple: it was a game where Death was the only winner. ↗

— Sharon Sant

#fantasy #science-fiction #young-adult #death

Great, so now we don’t just have to worry about my family.” I said looking up at the sky. “You said we didn’t have to worry about them.” “I hope to God not.” He shook his head. “You’re a strange duck.” “Quack.” I said rolling my eyes. ↗

— Cassandra Giovanni

#in-between-seasons #post-apocalyptic #ya-dystopian #ya-romance #family

HECUBA: I had a knife in my skirt, Achilles. When Talthybius bent over me, I could have killed him. I wanted to. I had the knife just for that reason. Yet, at the last minute I thought, he's some mother's son just as Hector was, and aren't we women all sisters? If I killed him, I thought, wouldn't It be like killing family?Wouldn't it be making some other mother grieve? So I didn't kill him, but if I had, I might have saved Hector's child. Dead or damned, that's the choice we make. Either you men kill us and are honored for it, or we women kill you and are damned for it. Dead or damned. Women don't have to make choices like that in Hades. There is no love there, nothing to betray. ↗

— Sheri S. Tepper

#child #choice #country #dead #dystopia

They were like her rocks. Imperfect and surprising and maybe better in the long run than certainties. Chances, she thought, were life ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#dystopian-fiction #paranormal #life

Perfect crime,' he said softly. 'Yes?' 'Persuade an innocent, idealistic young girl that the future of the human race depends on her sacrificing her own life. She will come into hospital as trustingly as a lamb to the slaughter. She will welcome the implantation of a baby that will kill her. She'll lie there while her brain is destroyed for nine whole months, and no police will arrest you, no court will judge you, you'll get away scot free. At the end of nine months she'll be taken off life support and she'll be completely dead. And no one will be blamed. ↗

— Jane Rogers

#perfect-crime #sacrifice #life