#fiction

Listening to Dad's guitar, halting yet lovely in the search for phrasing, I thought: Fair is whatever God wants to do. ↗

— Leif Enger

#love

Finally, her father spoke. “Are you sure? I mean, I don’t understand how this could have happened. She’s only fifteen; I didn’t even know she was sexually active.” Mallory’s father, normally in control, was on the verge of tears. He refused to look at his daughter, his little girl. As much as he had preached abstinence to her, he still kept a watchful eye over her, yet here they were, facing the unthinkable. He wanted to know when this happened, and with whom—but those questions would have to wait. ↗

— Tracy L. Darity

#relationships #social-issues #young-adult-fiction #love

There is an arch supported by four vast columns. Etched over hundreds and hundreds of yards of stone, furlongs of stone, there are names: "Who are these, these? The men who died in this battle?" "No. The lost, the ones they did not find. The others are in the cemeteries." "These are just the ... the unfound." When she could speak again. From the whole war?" The man shook his head. "Just these fields." Elizabeth sat on the steps. "No one told me. My God no one told me, ↗

— Sebastian Faulks

#love

A force de peindre la vie des autres, il avait oublié de peindre la sienne." On ne se tue pas pour une femme (2000) ↗

— Olivier Weber

#fiction #french-literature #literature #love #painting

All that crap about love and fairness and doing something with your life, Bruno ... Those are luxury problems. The CEO’s wife can go around worrying about that stuff. People like us from the projects have to play by a different set of rules.” George Hanson In The Shadow of Sadd ↗

— Steen Langstrup

#in-the-shadow-of-sadd #scandinavian-mysteries #steen-langstrup #life

I am not capable of love. - Felix ↗

— Donna Galanti

#paranormal #science-fiction #secret-agent #love

I’ll always love you, no matter what happens, okay? ↗

— Simone Elkeles

#young-adult-fiction #young-adult-romance #love

You know," Kavita begins, "I think I can pick out my own furniture. I am an artist after all. I do have some taste." "No you don't." Nick plainly states. "No man has taste. Besides, I didn't pick it out, she did. Wives are good for things like that. ↗

— Carroll Bryant

#fiction #fiction-novel #love #lovers-fictional #romance

Before I could flinch, he planted his warm lips against mine, wrapping his arms around my waist. I didn't know what to do with my hands. I thought about putting them in his hair, stopping inches away from his head. I thought about putting them around his neck, but I stopped myself midflight. So there I was, being kissed by a boy I was falling hopelessly in love with and making a complete fool of myself, because I looked like I was flagging someone down with my hands." Concealed ↗

— Sang Kromah

#paranormal-fiction #ya #love

Etta gave Will a small, knowing smile. "Will, sometimes you have to love people for who they are, not who you want them to be. ↗

— Deanna Lynn Sletten

#fiction-novel #middle-grade #outlaw-heroes #young-adult #love