When you’re young, you always feel that life hasn’t yet begun—that “life” is always scheduled to begin next week, next month, next year, after the holidays—whenever. But then suddenly you’re old and the scheduled life...

If he would see me again, I would die happy. In the meantime, I was merely dying.

Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?

I’m sorry. I didn’t know what else to do,” I breathed, trying hard to pretend I wasn’t fazed by what just happened. “You weren’t listening to me.”He stared at me with intensity for several seconds....

The problem with having friends was that you might lose them. Or they might get hurt.

I’m Allen Walker!”My life….is over…I’m going to die….

It’s my duty as a human being to be pissed off

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

Oh, brothers! I don’t care for brothers. My elder brother won’t die, and my younger brothers seem never to do anything else.

She looked at her hand: Just some hand, holding a cheap pen. Some girls’ hand. She had nothing to do with that hand. Let that hand do whatever it wanted to.

Back then, come July, and the blazers would again make their way out of the steel trunks and evenings would be spent looking at snow-capped mountains from our terrace and spotting the first few lights...

Confidence is what we get when we take fear, face it and replace it.

There are questions Kyungsoo doesn’t ask Jongin. He doesn’t ask Jongin if they can stay together forever, or how many tomorrows are really left, because sometimes the truth is too bright. He can only hold...

Phaedra of Alonso’s death was a never-ending pain that gnawed at his insides. It made him a prisoner in his own cottage.

Den ängslan som är förbunden med att minnas. Den ängslan som är förbunden med att inte göra det.

“It’s so peaceful. I could go to sleep in here.” His eyes flickered to me once more, and for a dizzying second I wasn’t thinking about sleep or storms but about pressing my lips to...

Liar.

They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful about it.It was awful.

She couldn’t get any farther away inside from her skin. She couldn’t get away.

She personified her name in everything she did. Even when we would row, her words were deftly chosen and spoken rather like an intricate dance. And I so loved to dance with her.

It’s better to say goodbye, to move on, to end the lie.

I tried very hard not to ponder the horrible irony that I was too ugly to love, and too ugly not to violate.

Up in the distance the whistle of the wind sang to her from the mountain. From Lucian’s mountain. It beckoned and taunted and she wanted to run towards it. To be enveloped in its coat...

I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.

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...