#young_adult

This is what happens when you try to help people. You get screwed. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#young-adult-fiction #young

Too bad guys aren’t like Mr. Potato Head Where you can pick and choose which parts you want. Then we might come up with a guy who meets your standards. - Maggie ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#young-adult #young

He was trying to tell me something.' Derek snorted. 'Aren’t they all? Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you’re in the middle of a dire pronouncement. ↗

— Kelley Armstrong

#derek #ghosts #necromancer #supernatural #urban-fantasy

Look at this one.” I picked up a small painting of a man with dark hair and a short, dark beard. He wore a loose shirt, cobalt blue, unbuttoned at the top, showing a prominent, knobby collarbone. He looked…complicated and hungry. She’d captured him focused intensely on a book, his face pressed against a wall like he was resting. Or waiting. ↗

— Laura Anderson Kurk

#artist #breakups #college #creativity #dating

Another tug and a yank at my chestnut curls and she snarls at me, “You are so much like her.” This is something my mother often says and never explains. Though it is a great mystery to me it is also a blessing, for she always hurries from the room after saying it. ↗

— Gwenn Wright

#dark-romance #gothic-romance #strong-heroine #suspense-drama #thriller

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

— S.G. Holster

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

I cover his hand with my own: "The Champion must not waver," he says in my ear. "Yea, though SHE pass through the shadow of darkness, SHE shall not fear, for God's righteous right hand shall sustain her and give her new life triumphant. ↗

— Rae Carson

#life

I'd Tell You I Love You, But Then I'd Have to Kill You ↗

— Ally Carter

#love

We’re never gonna understand women. They’re way too complex. You’ve got too many variables to consider. PMS, bad hair days, miscellaneous mood swings . . . there’s no way to tell what’s causing their attitude. - Mike ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#young-adult #attitude

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