#la

The Proclaimers thunder through my head. Imagine it. Imagine killing someone to the tune of two Scottish nerds wearing glasses and flattop haircuts. How will I ever listen to that song again? What will I do if it comes on the radio? I'll think of the night I murdered another man and stole his life with my own hands. ↗

— Markus Zusak

#murder #the-proclaimers #imagination

I swear, I almost died back there on that ship, you know." He let her hand go, but he was staring at her, almost as if he meant to memorize her face. " I know," he said. "everytime you almost die, I almost die myself. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #love #love

With a chuckle, Jack mumbled under his breath to Nick. 'It's like watching the preppy, well-bred versions of you and me trash-talking. ↗

— Julie James

#jack-pallas #julie-james #nick-mccall #love

You were twisting your wet hair up into a ponytail, and then you saw us, and you smiled...." "Then why didn't you-" "Because you were smiling for him. And I would have had to have been an idiot to get in between that. ↗

— Mandy Hubbard

#romantic #sacrifice #love

If you send me on my way today," I whispered "If you tell me to get the hell out of your life and never come back...I'll accept it. But it will be the one and only permanent regret of my life: that we never made love.That we lost our future together. ↗

— Charles Sheehan-Miles

#life

All the lines that held me to my life were sliced apart in swift cuts, like clipping the strings of a bunch of balloons. Everything that made me who I was - my love for the dead girl upstairs, my love for my father, my loyalty to my new pack, the love for my other brothers, my hatred for my enemies, my home, my name, my self - disconnected from me in that second - snip, snip, snip - and floated up into space. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

#life

Jace laughed, that soft rich sound Clary loved so much. "I'm warning you, that jacket is sexy. The Institute could go up in sexy, sexy flames. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#love

Lord, help us root our feet to the earth And our eyes to the road And always remember the fallen angels Who, attempting to soar, Were seared instead by the sun and, wings melting, Came crashing back to the sea. Lord, help root my eyes to the earth And stay my eyes to the road So I may never stumble. -Psalm 24 (From "Prayer and Study," The Book of Shhh) ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#guidance #help #hope #lauren-oliver #love

After soft kisses, they pressed their hands together palm to palm. The tingling scattered all over Livia's body, warming her. "Do you feel that?" she whispered with a smile. His lips moved in his silent count. Blake wrapped his fingers around her hand. She copied the movement. Their hands together now resembled a heart-not a cartoon rendering of the shape, but a real human heart. He touched her lips with his and murmured, "I've been feeling it since you first smiled at me. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#debra-anastasia #homeless #love #poughkeepsie #love

Must being in love always mean being in pain? ↗

— Alain de Botton

#love