#young

I was slipping, man, and it was definetly time to get a grip. ↗

— Wendelin Van Draanen

#flipped #love #young #love

I find it rather depressing that the people you love most in this world can also be the same exact people you hate with fervor. But it can happen, trust me. It was the f***ing story of my life. ↗

— Christina Channelle

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

Time has no meaning in the wyldwood. Day and night don't really exist here, just light and darkness, and they can be as fickle and moody as everything else. A "night" can pass in the space of a blink, or go on forever. Light and darkness will chase each other through the sky, play hide-and-seek or tag or catch-me-if-you-can. Sometimes, one or the other will become offended...and refuse to come out for an indefinite amount of time. Once, light became so angry, a hundred years passed in the mortal realm before it deigned to come out again. And though the sun continued to rise and set in the human world, it was a rather turbulent period for the world of men, as all the creatures who lurked in darkness and shadow got to roam freely under the lightless Nevernever skies. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#ya-fantasy #young-adult-fantasy #men

...it’s my job to lead you to success, and, if you fail, it’s because I failed, not you.’” (Spoken by Bracke, told by Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#failure #father-son #father-son-conversation #father-son-relationship #fiction

What should young people do with their lives today? Many things, obviously. But the most daring thing is to create stable communities in which the terrible disease of loneliness can be cured. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#create #cured #daring #disease #lives

Personally, I believe “Young Adult” to be an arbitrary title that means the book "Can be enjoyed by anyone/Has a main character who’s not quite an adult/Isn’t really boring. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#genre #young_adult #character

The way I figure it, everyone gets a miracle. Like, I will probably never be struck by lightening, or win a Nobel Prize, or become the dictator of a small nation in the Pacific Islands, or contract terminal ear cancer, or spontaneously combust. But if you consider all the unlikely things together, at least one of them will probably happen to each of us. I could have seen it rain frogs. I could have stepped foot on Mars. I could have been eaten by a whale. I could have married the Queen of England or survived months at sea. But my miracle was different. My miracle was this: out of all the houses in all the subdivisions in all of Florida, I ended up living next door to Margo Roth Spiegelman. ↗

— John Green

#ya #ya-lit #young-adult #different

There are some themes, some subjects, too large for adult fiction; they can only be dealt with adequately in a children's book. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#philip-pullman #young-adult #children

and sleeping put an end to summer, 1928, ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#dreams #promise #young #dreams

Happiness. It was the place where passion, with all its dazzle and drumbeat, met something softer: homecoming and safety and pure sunbeam comfort. It was all those things, intertwined with the heat and the thrill, and it was as bright within her as a swallowed star. ↗

— Laini Taylor

#happiness #young-adult #comfort