Leah looked at her parents, lost in their own fantasies, and decided that the three of them were a pretty pathetic family – but she wasn’t sure who was more pathetic: the dateless girl spending...

I’m trying to let him know what I’m about to do.I’m hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can’t.

Mostly she just missed Vaughn. Missed all those quiet, unspectacular moments that, when added up, showed how entwined their lives had become. And right now, she missed being able to phone him, because it would...

When we pick up the newspaper at breakfast, we expect – we even demand – that it brings us momentous events since the night before…We expect our two-week vacations to be romantic, exotic, cheap, and...

What in God’s name did he want me to say? That I agreed with him completely at how our kiss had been successful? That it had meant as much as a kiss I’d drop on...

My mother was gone. The whole world should be black and cold. Nothing should look beautiful.

The way he looks at me makes me ache, but it isn’t fair. He hurt me first. He caused this ache from the start. This inside out, churning pain that feels mental and physical now.I...

He kissed him like a man starved, thrusting his tongue past his parted lips and drowning himself in the taste and feel of Paul after three weeks without him.

What? Enough for me? Gabriel, you are everything.

Stacey muttered, “But I hate this school, and this city, and the sooner I leave, the better. I want to start over in a new place. I haven’t . . .” her voice trailed off...

It was February sixth: eight days until Valentine’s Day. I was dateless, as usual, deep in the vice grip of unrequited love. It was bad enough not having a boyfriend for New Year’s Eve. Now...

Because I can’t help doing it,” he said with a shrug. “And hey, if I keep loving you, maybe you’ll eventually crack and love me too. Hell, I’m pretty sure you’re already half in love...

Every sacred mission, every hunt for hidden relics, every pilgrimage from one end of the earth to the other … I was looking for you.

Weisheit kann Angst nicht bannen, Angst jedoch kann Weisheit bannen.

Damn it! Are you so stupid you don’t know what I’m going to do to you?”Her eyes bore into his without flinching. “Are you so stupid you haven’t figured out yet that it doesn’t matter?

He rolled the other way and watched the digital display of his alarm ticking seconds off he’d never get back. This is the life we’re given. One life. One opportunity to be happy, to make...

Tasting what could have been—what should have been—didn’t make it easier.

You are a soldier. A fighter. And now you must fight. Not for the emperor, not for France . . . but for yourself.

I’m broken. Fucked up. I feel sick. I can’t breathe. It’s like someone’s snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip. It’s Emma. This is her doing. Well, it won’t fucking...

You don’t have to have had something to want it or need it but when you have something you liked… very much… and it is taken away, and you want it back, it can become...

No. This would be better as a team.” She dragged her top drawer open, rooted out her aspirin. “Ishould have fired her weeks ago. You were right about that. I was wrong.””I need to write...

Chrystle? I’m back!” I refused to say that I was home because Cassie was my home. But I’d lost that, and her, forever, so I’d never truly be home again.

You’re even more painful to look at than she is.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

Together, they at once dodged those parts of themselves and magnified them, making for enigmatic harmony and anarchy.

The moment he laid eyes on Kuga, I knew. There’s a reason I’m doing this to him. I want to see it; how he’s fallen in love with a guy, and how he makes him...

What do you want to do with your life, then?” is often the question I’m asked.To be honest, I don’t know. I really don’t.Mainly because I don’t see myself living long enough for that to...

I love you.”Z squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t be a tragedy, Bella.

Jack: “..You were the on­ly one I saw when I closed my eyes”Lexi: “Then why wasn’t I enough when they were open?

It is possible that the artists are sane and the world they are painting is crazy.

I don’t know how.

Love, he thinks, is a lie that people tell each other in order to make the world bearable. He is not up for the lie anymore. And nobody is going to lie to him like...

Once you let in the word, once you allow it to take root, it will spread like a mold through all of your corners and dark spaces— and with it, the questions, the shivery, splintered...

I was free, free from all the distress and angst i felt before. Her red string of fate was tied to someone else and my thread was broken.

I once spoke to someone who had survived the genocide in Rwanda, and she said to me that there was now nobody left on the face of the earth, either friend or relative, who knew...

After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.

Books make the best ersatz friendships.

As women glide from their twenties to thirties, Shazzer argues, the balance of power subtly shifts. Even the most outrageous minxes lose their nerve, wrestling with the first twinges of existential angst: fears of dying...

Wir lieben den Geschmack von Blut, doch sein bloßer Anblick macht uns Angst.

Well, that’s the most accurate thing you’ve said so far.”I grabbed the basket and jerked open the car door. Without another word, I stormed off, refusing to look back in case he saw the tears...

Don’t ask the world to stop moving because you have doubts.

Every improvement in communication makes the bore more terrible.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I’d forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips...

Seems,” madam? Nay, it is; I know not “seems.”‘Tis not alone my inky cloak, good mother,Nor customary suits of solemn black, Nor windy suspiration of forced breath,No, nor the fruitful river in the eye, Nor...

You know why I cannot.

I’m sick of this. It’s like being twelve again, dealing with all this damned drama. I like her. Does she like me? What if she doesn’t like me?

Once upon a time, there was a naïve and innocent girl who thought she could tame the beast and live happily ever after. But the beast did not want to be tamed, for he was...

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

Her entire life, she’d been told sin was wrong, a black and white interpretation of what is evil and what is holy in the world—colored like a priest’s robe and collar—but she never believed it...

I’m not the enemy. I’m not the kind of guy who would try to hurt you more when I know you’re already hurting, but I’m someone willing to hear you and understand you. I want...