All Quotes By Tag: Young-adult-fiction

“Writing is the new reading”

“That’s what I believe, God exists. God is there. But God doesn’t decide what happens here on earth; we do. God gave us free will and we have to use it.”~Zvi”

“I feel a little like Wendy Darling. Peering out my window, hoping to be swept off by magic.”

“Ocean gusts slunk between the trees, who whispered to one another about The Great White Father being home; how everything was back to how it should be.”

“My wishing star glowed slightly and winked back at me. I could almost hear its voice, tinkling like wind chimes and church bells, reassuring me that everything would return to normal.”

“If I could have looked into the future to see what I would have become, I wouldn’t have become the person I was always meant to be. ~ lw”

“Too long, much too long.”

“Are we talking hell hounds and flames here?” Des asked, pacing at the end of our beds.I repeated the question and gave a heaving sigh of relief when Jameson said I had the wrong idea.”He’s going to ‘lead us into temptation.'””That doesn’t sound so bad,” Des said with a cheeky grin.”

“My mom believed that you make your own luck. Over the stove she had hung these old, maroon painted letters that spell out, “MANIFEST.” The idea being if you thought and dreamed about the way you wanted your life to be — if you just envisioned it long enough, it would come into being.But as hard as I had manifested Astrid Heyman with her hand in mine, her blue eyes gazing into mine, her lips whispering something wild and funny and outrageous in my ear, she had remained totally unaware of my existence. Truly, to even dream of dreaming about Astrid, for a guy like me, in my relatively low position on the social ladder of Cheyenne Mountain High, was idiotic. And with her a senior and me a junior? Forget it. Astrid was just lit up with beauty: shining blonde ringlets, June sky blue eyes, slightly furrowed brow, always biting back a smile, champion diver on the swim team. Olympic level. Hell, Astrid was Olympic level in every possible way.”

“He grinned, a very dark and evil grin… the kind of grin that the Grinch had before he stole Christmas.”

“Enough with the sadness! This dream is not for cry-babies…” he said, his face beaming with a wide smile.”

“Why don’t you check out those teenagers in the middle row? They’ve been going at it like dogs in heat ever since the previews. They’re probably both werewolves. And even if they aren’t, you should throw them out on principle alone.”

“The voice blurs and fades, like a faint cry riding on the tails of the wind. I yawn and stretch, rolling over. I fold my pillow under my head and wait for the voice to return. When I hear nothing but the sound of my own breathing I allow myself to drift back into a dreamless slumber.”

“A quick thought shot through my mind. Could I really drown in a dream? I remembered the movie the Matrix. If you died in the matrix, you died in real life. I wasn’t about to take a chance…”

“We stand there for a moment, staring at each other, savoring it. And then all at once, we slam together. Mia’s legs are off the ground, wrapped around my waist, her hands dipping in my hair, my hands tangled in hers. And our lips. There isn’t enough skin, enough spit, enough time, for the lost years that our lips are trying to make up for as they find each other. We kiss. The electric current switches to high. The lights throughout all of Brooklyn must be surging.”