Young Adult Book Quotes

“Have a look around, my pretty, we are surrounded by Death in all forms – just the two of us are still alive –”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“His fingers painted my skin with ruby red patterns of desire. In Keahi’s kiss I could taste the red burn of chili encrusted in the rich sweetness of melted chocolate. I breathed in his scent and it spoke to me of vanilla. The ink of my malu tattoo began to burn, searing markings of fiery joy.”
― Lani Wendt Young, When Water Burns

“The hours tick by as I lie in bed.
Memories keep surfacing, tormenting me into unbelievable sadness. I can't bring myself to move. I can't fight the memories that keep filling my thoughts. I stay curled in the fetal position as each memory plays out. I can't stop them from coming. I can't make them go away. Nothing can distract me. I can't block the memories, so they continue to come.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“ Lonely.
My heart grips as the word crosses my mind. So many different feelings come with the word, not just loneliness. The word went beyond its definition. Loneliness has a deeper meaning to those who truly know what it means to be alone.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“He smirks, shaking his head and letting his eyes wander. I watch him carefully, wondering what I can say to get him to leave. “I’m not leaving until you answer some questions. Plus, I’m holding your sketchbook hostage, so you might want to cooperate.”

I raise an eyebrow at him. I guess there isn’t much I can say. “This isn’t a hostage negotiation.”

He chuckles half-heartedly as his eyes take me in, almost sizing me up. “I guess I should introduce myself.” He holds a hand out for me to shake. “I’m Nathan.”

I stare at his hand for a moment. “Taylor,” I reply, meeting his eyes again without taking his hand.

He lets his hand fall back to his side. “At least I got you to say something non-hostile.”

“I haven’t been hostile,” I object.

His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh, haven’t you?”

“Why don’t you leave me alone?” I snap. “Leave and don’t come back.” I move passed him, heading for my apartment. He can’t follow and annoy me if I lock the door.

“Where are you going?” he demands. I look back over my shoulder and roll my eyes at him, indicating the answer should be obvious: anywhere he isn’t. Once inside, I slam the door behind me.

“That was totally not hostile!” he calls after me, sarcastically. I quickly head for my bedroom door, slamming it, too.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can't breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can't breathe.
Can't breathe. Can't breathe!”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“He stares at me—taking me in—with his lips slightly parted. I struggle to hold myself in place as we gawk at each other. I want so desperately to run, but something is holding me back, keeping me in place.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“One of his hands move away from my face to flatten against my back, pulling me closer to him as he deepens the kiss. He parts my lips under his as my mind seems to sign quietly in content. I kiss him back as fiercely as he kisses me, unable to control the infatuation that rushes through me - feeling almost like fireworks. Not so careful anymore.
Little shivers of urgency shoot through me. I push off the window, pressing closer to him. The rush of sensation that is coursing through me feels like I've drunk a gallon of coffee. It feels like an electric buzz is flooding between us.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“He drinks his coffee tentatively, glancing at me every few seconds, watching me. Every time he glances in my direction, I quickly turn away though he obviously knows I'm watching him. I know he's wondering why I'm staring at him, but he doesn't ask.
I finally take a sip of coffee, set the mug back on the table, and voice what's on my mind, "I want to draw you.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“As bad as things are , we have to keep trying .”
― Pam Muñoz Ryan, Esperanza Rising

“I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free.
Help! I can't break free!
I open my mouth to scream.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“Night has settled over Paris.
The streets have cleared of the crowds, and the city has been lit up. I set my book down, deciding to go for a walk. The Eiffel Tower is only a few blocks away. Now that there aren't many people out, I can walk there without having to fight my way through mobs of gawking tourists.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I take in all the colorful locks that line the bridge. Each one told a story. Each lock represented a relationship that was once special, whether it ended or turned into true happiness. The locks represented a past, present, and a possible future.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I freeze, my feet suddenly glued to the floor. It takes me a minute to gather the courage to turn around, but when I do, I immediately wish I hadn't. The boy is standing in the doorway at the end of the hall.
Why is he here again? I barely allow myself time to ask the question before I move. Panicked, I turn and run back downstairs as fast as I can.
"Hey! Wait!" he calls after me.
I don't stop.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“I could had stopped or side-stepped her, only I hadn’t wanted to, so I didn’t. My mind worked like that at times, do or not, no middle.”
― Sela Ordaz, The One That Got Away

“The boy took my sketchbook.”
― Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris

“He used his free hand to grab a hold of my chin and lift my
face to his. His eyes were locked onto mine as though he had
discovered the most important thing in his life. Me. “I don’t
want to give you up,” he said before pressing his lips to mine.
At first, I hesitated. I wanted this. I wanted him. But I knew
I needed to keep my thoughts clear. Well, that and I was still
fearful of allowing things between us to become much of
anything more because the idea of giving him so much of
myself was unsettling.
I was still figuring out who I was and what I was meant to
do with my life.
I couldn’t be sure where I would be in two years.
Even a week from now was hard to imagine.
I would’ve loved to believe he would still be by my side, but
life was everchanging and nothing was ever promised to us. I
couldn’t stand the idea of letting him in, only to have to learn
to live without him should things go wrong. The truth of it all
was that I’d been on my own for so long, I had forgotten what
it was like to let someone else into your world, and the idea of
closing that door again? I couldn’t do it.
“This should be the last thing you want,” I said.
“And yet, it’s the only thing I want.”
“Perhaps I’m not the only one capable of making terrible
decisions then.” Drake pressed his lips to mine again, and this
time, I welcomed his mouth against mine. There was an
urgency in the kiss, though he made sure to keep it soft and
gentle. There was no denying the fear in his movements.
And that worried me. What had he intended to do that he
was so scared?”
― Nicole Sobon, Thanks for the Venom

“None of you are intending on coming back, are you?” I finally
managed to ask. “You never intended to see this through to the
end.”
“When you’ve lived a life as long as ours, Harley, the
promise of death is the only thing to look forward to.” Esme
shared a smile with Felix, who tipped his head ever so slightly
in agreement. “This isn’t a battle we ever truly wanted to be a
part of; it was merely a way to ensure our death would come at
last.”
“Couldn’t you have just asked them to kill you?” Frustration
overtook my voice because I realized the danger they’d put us
all in for selfish reasons.
“The Ancient Elders will do whatever they can to keep
themselves safe,” Felix answered. “You have to remember,
we’re their personal weapons. They don’t want to see our
demise.”
“Don’t get us wrong, we still hate your kind,” Amelia
assured me. “But when you’ve lived a life as long as us, sooner
or later, you find yourself craving an end to it all.”
“So comforting, Amelia,” I groaned. Honestly, I wasn’t
entirely sold on her hating hunters. Or at least, she hadn’t truly
hated hybrids as much as she would have liked me to believe.
After all, she’d given me a weapon to take down the Ancients
myself.
Still, I didn’t dare share our secret with the others.”
― Nicole Sobon, Thanks for the Venom

“I started toward the field, and they fanned out around me, talking about all the food they hoped the cafeteria would make this summer, about how it would be helpful if the camp served them hot guys on a platter, too. I sighed to keep from laughing out of frustration.”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something