#young

In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of a limousine. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#bright-young-things #city #flapper #limousine #new-york

Be thou an example. ↗

— The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

#jesus-christ

A lot of young players don't really know much about the history of the game and a lot of them are missing out on what the game is all about, especially the whole concept of sportsmanship and teamwork. ↗

— Kareem Abdul-Jabbar

#concept #especially #game #history #know

Rose sighed softly, in a way that seemed to signal a close to the conversation. "I love him, Mamma." Adeline closed her eyes. Youth! What chance had the most reasonable arguments against the arrogant power of those three words? That her daughter, her precious prize, should utter them so easily, and about such a one as he! "And he loves me, Mamma, he told me so." Adeline's heart tightened with fear. Darling girl, blinded by foolish thoughts of love. How to tell her that the hearts of men were not so easily won. If won, rarely kept. "You'll see," Rose said. "I shall live happily ever after. ↗

— Kate Morton

#love

The only wand you'll ever need is a better-feeling thought. ↗

— C.G. Rousing

#fantasy-fiction #fantasy-series #fantasy-young-adult #fiction #fiction-novel

Sometimes,’ he starts, ‘the hardest part about letting someone go is realizing you were never meant to have them. ↗

— Rebecca Serle

#ya #young-adult #young-adult-romance #relationship

The most important thing you can ever know, is that whatever your purpose is, that's not your only choice. ↗

— Dan Wells

#science-fiction #young-adult #science

Animals do not respect their master's brother, but they do respect their brothers as masters. ↗

— Evan Meekins

#fantasy #fantasy-fiction #fiction #respect #young-adult

You realise that trying to keep your distance from me will not lessen my affection for you,” he said. ↗

— John Green

#romantic #young-adult #romantic

They had pulled me from the hemorrhaging, dying body of my mother and turned me over to the care of the man who was not my father. He had taken me home to their tiny apartment above the old hardware store and done what little he knew to take care of me. It took less than six weeks for him to realize his mistake. Maybe even less than six hours, but he never abandoned me. He clung to me as though I was the last remnant of some great and powerful love. And that gave me hope that maybe my mother was really something else and not just some girl who got knocked up by a guy whose name she didn’t even know. She was something special, someone worthy of a man’s loyalty and devotion. --Rocky Evans ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#romantic-suspense #suspense #teen-romance #teen-series #urban