#young

All of us, whether guilty or not, whether old or young, must accept the past. It is not a case of coming to terms with the past. That is not possible. It cannot be subsequently modified or undone. ↗

— Richard von Weizsaecker

#cannot #case #coming #guilty #modified

I push through physical pain. Life hurts. I enjoy the positives. ↗

— Carla J. Hanna

#new-adult #teen #trials #young-adult #age

Faris turned on him. "Why choose to wear black today, of all days? I know why I'm in black. Why are you? Mourning? He looked startled. "One does not wear mourning for a servant." You still don't understand, do you? He was not my servant." He regarded her anger, aghast. "What then? What else could he be? Her empty hands shook as she held them out to him. Her voice shook as she replied, "Glove to my hand." Slowly she closed her fists. "Everything. ↗

— Caroline Stevermer

#grieving #young-adult #anger

I worried I would miss it, and I knew, from losing Wyatt, that things happen the moment the soul is released. Wyatt had been there in the school, watching me, making sure I survived. Souls linger…they do. They linger a bit before they turn toward eternity. It could be that no matter how perfect their future will be, the past still tugs for a moment. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #creativity #death #dying #glass-girl

Do you know how hard it is to paint kindness?” She leaned her hip against a desk in the corner of the room, still watching me. “It’s the only part of a person I really want to capture. Everything else seems to get lost in layers of deception or defensiveness. But not kindness. You can’t hide it. And people either are or they aren’t. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #dating #glass-girl #high-school #kindness

The riders, clad in crimson and black, stopped to scan the maze. Blaise shrank into the hedge, but one keen-eyed hunter spied him. He raised his crossbow, took careful aim and fired. ↗

— Teresa Flavin

#art #history #mystery #young-adult #art

I'm enjoying 40. Old enough to know better, young enough not to care. ↗

— Billy Zane

#care #enjoying #enough #i #know

When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself. ↗

— Michael Zaslow

#avoiding #being #feeling #i #just

Because you’re beautiful. I enjoy looking at beautiful people, and I decided a while ago not to deny myself the simpler pleasures of existence. ↗

— John Green

#beauty

The festive music died down and the granite pillars were replaced with rotted wooden beams as he continued down the alleyways. The scent of fresh flowers turned to mold, and the colorful mosiacs of honor and nobility were nonexistent. Run-down tenements were shadowed by its surrounding buildings, as if the capital itself wanted to conceal its existence. ↗

— Evan Meekins

#fantasy-fiction #fiction #oppression #poverty #young-adult