#young

All I know is I want you to be happy, and if I could do anything to give that to you, I would. ↗

— Amy Reed

#love #young-adult #love

Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people. ↗

— Evan Meekins

#fantasy-fiction #fiction #love #truth #young-adult

There are no safe choices, Miss Temple. Only other choices. ↗

— Libba Bray

#young-adult #beauty

I’m not saying it will be perfect, it seldom ever is, BUT what’s wrong with giving love another chance? I want to make new memories with you, Chase. I want you to show up at my house for a date. A real date. I want to stress over what to wear. I want to miss you when you’re not with me. I want to get all giggly whenever you call saying you need to hear my voice one last time before you can go to sleep. I want get jealous because some girl realizes what I’ve got and tries to convince you … you can do better. I want to smile when you tell her that she doesn’t have a chance….” -Chasing Memories ↗

— Adriana Law

#quotes-on-love #romance #young-love #dating

It's been really interesting watching people's reactions to the new music, to the old music and also watching how modern young people will be standing in front of something going on like live music, and there's a camera in front of their face. ↗

— Brandon Boyd

#been #camera #face #front #going

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

Tragic tales rarely do make sense. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#gothic #gwenn-wright #mystery #sadness #tragedy

Something else you should really know about me. When I get nervous, my fingers shake. I’ve noticed this a lot recently. When mother and father argue and their voices are falling around the small family apartment, when their voices are banging against my bedroom door, I can feel my fingers start to move. I tell my fingers to stop and, sometimes, they do. But if I look at my hands closely, once I’ve told them to stop, and I try to focus on keeping them as still as possible, I notice that they are still moving. ↗

— Kerem Mermutlu

#young-adult-fiction #family

It was an oddly satisfying idea to feel bereft as I left my mother this time. We only feel bereft when we’re deprived of something meaningful. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#family #glass-girl #grief #laura-anderson-kurk #meg-kavanagh