#young

He smiled and squinted at me again, tilting his head up and to the right as he stared. “Maybe what I’m attracted to in you is more than your looks and your brain and your humor.” He leaned closer like he had a secret. “It could be your soul,” he whispered. I pushed his cheek until he was squinting at the door to the kitchen instead. “Is this when you tell me I’m your soul mate, O’Neill? ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #attraction #dating #glass-girl #henry-whitmire

My mom told me once that Wyatt loved her the way a boy will love his mother, but I loved her the way an artist loves another. Jo taught me what that meant. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #creativity #dating #death #family

Man, or at least criminal man, has lost all enterprise and originality. As to my own little practice, it seems to be degenerating into an agency for recovering lost lead pencils and giving advice to young ladies from boarding-schools. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#criminals #degeneration #enterprise #originality #pencils

There is nothing so pitiful as a young cynic because he has gone from knowing nothing to believing nothing. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#believing #cynic #gone #knowing #nothing

Advice to young writers wo want to get ahead without any annoying delays: don't write about Man, write about a man. ↗

— E.B. White

#writing-advice

Do I make you nervous?" he said teasingly. ↗

— S.G. Holster

#new #paranormal-series #young-adult #new-adult

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when. ↗

— Abigail Tarttelin

#love #love-hurts #love-story #lovers #sad

And it's always better, isn't it, when you discover answers on your own? ↗

— Veronica Rossi

#guidance #inspirational #young-adult #inspirational

You know who you are you just have to believe it. ↗

— Elizabeth Scott

#fiction #finding-yourself #life #young-adult #life

Each of the dancers took a partner, the living with the dead, each to each. Bod reached out his hand and found himself touching fingers with, and gazing into the grey eyes of, the lady in the cobweb dress. She smiled at him. “Hello, Bod,” she said. “Hello,” he said, as he danced with her. “I don’t know your name.” “Names aren’t really important,” she said. “I love your horse. He’s so big! I never knew horses could be that big.” “He is gentle enough to bear the mightiest of you away on his broad back, and strong enough for the smallest of you as well.” “Can I ride him?” asked Bod. “One day,” she told him, and her cobweb skirts shimmered. “One day. Everybody does.” “Promise?” I promise. ↗

— Neil Gaiman

#fantasy #young-adult #death