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I know you’re scared. I’m scared too, all of the time. But I have been running for the last six years and I can’t run anymore. Our world is falling apart. We aren’t living, not really. We are just… surviving.

Jennifer Wilson

Rin thought of the crossbow bolt. Of the whoosh and sting of wind and fire heat and the man who would have killed her. Of pushing in front of Enna. Of almost dying. Of home and Ma and being farther away than the lands in tales, and maybe never going home. Of standing by a strange tree in a faraway wood with girls who spoke the language of fire. Of a queen of Kel who wanted them dead.

The only thing that restricted us from becoming one was our MINDS!

Ramana Pemmaraju

It didn't matter what anyone else saw in me. For the first time, I felt like I was seeing myself.

Lisa Brown Roberts

I chose to spend the day with you. And I'm choosing now to have dinner with you.

Lisa Brown Roberts

No, I'm not one of those guys. I'd never get anything done if I rescued everyone who needed it. But I do like to help people I care about. That's why I'm here with you right now.

Lisa Brown Roberts

I had a whole evening planned. I was hoping to sweep you off your feet. Like those guys in your stupid books.

Lisa Brown Roberts

Cameron, my heart is quite literally in this,

Victoria Aveyard

There are good days and hard days for me. Don't let the hard days win ~Mor ~A Court of Mist and Fury

..they were always asking me lots of questions. Questions I didn't want to answer. They wanted to get to know me. Yeah, well, I wasn't interested in being known. I wanted to buy a t-shirt that read: I AM UNKNOWNABLE.

Benjamin Alire Sáenz

His hands still on his shoulders. “Hi,” he says. “Sorry.” “For what?” “For the fact that you are such a big flirt.” He laughs. “You’re the one in my lap. I was just sitting here minding my own business.” “Just the plane, then?” “Of course.” I try to stand up, but he pulls me back down again. “Man, the plane is really bumpy today,” he says.

Some human beings in their craftiness thought they can pretend to be good when they are actually bad.

Bamigboye Olurotimi

Who am I kidding? This isn’t a fairy tale. It’s my life.

Zoe Cruz

Hearsay, even from the people I love, doesn't equate to gospel truth.

Have you thought of doing it? Being a cattle farmer? If that's what it's called? I think we should do that, but replace cattle with bunnies and then we don't milk or eat the bunnies. We just let them multiply. Then we'll take over the world. Me the queen. You the king. Our bunnies the army nobody can defeat.

We were perfectly placed, perfectly disposed to one another. Our pieces fit so well together, not in the way that puzzle pieces are carved to click, but in a clumsier, more accidental way; we were a city skyline – unplanned architectural mastery. Designed by the heavens, and you called me your angel – even when I was undeserving of that accolade. You’d call yourself the devil and I’d feel betrayed. Because for me, we were the same, either two sinners or two saints.

You and I have been friends long enough to know how to treat each other . . . I'm leaving for college. I think I've outgrown the rules.

They lived and they laughed and they saw it was good.

I DON’T KNOW! I HAVE NO FREAKIN’ IDEA. I’M ONLY FIFTEEN. I want my mom.

Jacquelyn Nicole Davis

That's when I realized the chill wasn't coming from outside—it was coming from within me.

But you’re right about one thing: he’s my best friend. I know him very well, and no matter what he said or did tonight, I’ve never seen him act this way with another girl. No one,” he repeated, “except you.

Mirella Muffarotto

It is now my favorite book of all time, but then again, I always think that until I read another book.

Stephen Chbosky

The sun had begun its descent toward the horizon, and the sounds of the carnival played like a familiar song behind me.

Darkness engulfed me...There was no ground below me, no sky above. Only the black, and the cold.

Marika was a book nerd and had a TBR pile taller than her. She was a sucker for YA

Mirella Muffarotto

Love is more than blind. It's brain-dead.

He looked at me then, his deep golden eyes meeting mine, and I saw a heat in them that I felt reflecting in my own.

The early morning sunshine shot up the ice-covered valley. It glinted off the backs of slumbering mastodon, reflected between the antlers of caribou.

For whom do you cry, my son?” the Great Spirit asked.“I do not know.”“Yes, you do.

This is a time of change,” the Shaman said. “This is a time of enormous power.

Do you understand the meaning of the soil beneath your feet?

The Sun Dagger appeared on the rock face directly above the Shaman’s shadowed head. It dazzled within the shade as the sunlight slipped through a gap in the overhead slabs. The dagger cut slowly down the rock, slicing through the very center of the etched spiral. “The middle of time,” Chaco whispered to himself.

The other Clans will soon arrive. The greatest times of our family are before us. And so are the darkest.

One large cat bounded up the side of the outcrop to stand in full view on an overhanging boulder. She stared down at them, inside their protective enclosure, tilting her head from side to side. Her scarred yellow-brown coat was immaculately groomed, but the long tufting hair of her snout was matted with the bright red smear of uncongealed blood from a recent kill. Her upper lip curved over the top of foot-long saber teeth.

We the People . . . The People of the Long House.

The Day of Trouble is Near

We must love our slaves, Papa. We must love them as hard as we are able.

West Point—The Key to the Continent and Independence.

No words in our ledgers could do justice to this sublime beauty,” Captain Lewis said. “The expedition should have brought a camera obscura.”Peter wasn’t familiar with the words, but no matter. He knew he was part of something magnificent—something greater than himself or the Corps of Discovery. And he knew what it was. It was America. And it was beautiful.

I refuse to believe the people of Texas and all Americans in the world have forgotten us.

Do not fret, my brother, my child. For the buffalo will roam the plains once more.

We live in a complicated society, Bromley—one that is changing and which does indeed need to change. But do you not think any change must begin within our own family gathering?

Rainbow Cloud strode forward like a hunting cat with the same strength of height and broad shoulders, the same rolling gait as First Light’s father. They were indeed the same man, split in two at birth, so the family might be rewarded by twice the skill in hunting each brother possessed.

The Sleepin’ Fox Catches No Poultry.

A scratching of melody comes from the radio, chords rising open as the land that carries us, rhythm mimicking our passage down the road, harmony making this life seem it should be only that. We sing along to what songs have always been about- beginning, going on, breaking up, forgiving, We sing in missed words and broken phrases as glints of tiger moths fly at us like snow, streaking the windshield over.

Susan Froderberg

There were no stars, only the darkness and an arctic chill that had intensified since the first thin, blood-red stripes of sunrise shimmered on the ocean’s horizon.

You are the monster I claim, mein Herr.

Khalid would break every bone in your body for what you've done.

You deserve someone who will feel you at her side without needing to see you. And I've only felt that way about one boy.

I knew I was not alone. They would never leave until ever last one of us was gone.

I tapped my cup to his, grateful to have found Shaun, because for a minute there, I'd thought I was going to have to save myself. Instead, I'd wandered into the protective care of a sexy older man.

Becca Fitzpatrick

Funny story. A bunch of people -- the cult -- blame the appearance of abilities on the invention of the internet.

Alex Lane

Celerity: noun, mass noun; an ability possessed by certain Que Cum Virtute Judicium (Virts) increasing the mobility or swiftness of movement

Alex Lane

But just being whatever it is that I am . . . I don’t think that makes me a monster. Believe me, I know. ere are plenty of real monsters walking around out there in the world. ey look respectable, but can’t hide who they are from me. Real monsters hurt people for pleasure, or for no reason at all—they’re just not as well armed as I am.

You see the world for what it is and what it could be,” Jack says. “What you don’t see is the gaping chasm in between … and that’s what I found.

Caroline George

To describe a kiss is to describe a diary entry or a pair of underwear—each is personal and private, slightly awkward. Very awkward. But necessary.

Caroline George

She trailed behind Baba and Jiji as they left the palace, nightingales singing a sad farewell.

This was her heritage. Her people. So why did she feel so small and weak? So far removed from it?

I look up and watch the bad parts of me shrinking to dots in the wide blue.

Lauren Nicolle Taylor

The problem with playing hide-and-seek with your sister is that sometimes she gets bored and stops looking for you.And there you are - under the couch, in the closet, wedged behind the lilac tree - and you don't want to give up, because maybe she's just biding her time. But maybe she's wandered off...

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