New Adult Quotes - Page 8

He thinks he's comforting a friend after a bad breakup. Little does he know-he's the one who's breaking my heart.

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink.

Sometimes you have to walk away from what you want in order to find what you deserve.

If you don't understand my silence, then you won't understand my words.

There's nothing wrong with you, there are just more assholes in this world than good people.

We were a galaxy exploding into a million pieces, creating a whole new world, as we crashed against each other on the soft surface of his mattress, a cloud in the darkness, our bodies finally falling together like rain.

LEELANDfor all my sinsI have forbidden wings

You never seem to run out of ways to blow my mind, Lexie. You’re my best friend, and you’re the one woman I can imagine spending the rest of my life with. Do you know how lucky that makes me?

Amanda, whether you know it or not, I'm all the security you'll ever need. I would never let anyone harm a single hair on your head.

You're it for me, Katie. You're my world now.

When the mind is free, magic happens.

Love can provide strength when intellect can find no reason for it.

I wish you could see what I see when I look at you. You point out all of your flaws like they’re a bad thing, when in reality they are the best parts of you.

Nothing haunts the world more than the words of the dead.

Me pregunté si no habría personas destinadas a encontrarse fuera cuáles fueran las decisiones que tomasen, si esa leyenda que hablaba de un hilo rojo que conecta a dos almas gemelas no sería verdad.

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’

When you love someone it feels like their blood runs through your veins, their breath fills your lungs, their heart makes yours beat, and without them everything stops.”“Fuck. That sounds tragic.”Tell me about it. “It is.” I bend to kiss him again, this time on the forehead. “But it’s worth it.

Maybe we choose to stay in a constant state of ignorance as a protective instinct — maybe I was just in denial. I just don’t get how you can be completely in love with someone one day, and then all of a sudden you just aren’t. I will never forget that day...the day where I became numb.

That tonight you’re falling asleep in my arms. Waking up the same place too.

The smoke burns slightly down my throat and to my lungs. I focus on this, and empty my head, empty the images of Skye’s beautiful face all bruised up. In the end, I can’t even give her what she’s rightfully asking. A kiss. Just a fucking kiss on her lips. Even that I’m unable to do. It’d be pathetic if our situation and our past weren’t so tragic. I take another drag of my cigarette and watch the smoke swirling in the room only lit by the moonlight. — Duke

Watch it, loincloth, I’m not afraid to spork your eyes out.

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

Eventually the real world intruded again, and Sophie had to return to campus—woefully behind on homework, but incandescently in love.

I don’t ever pray, but I’m praying now. If God could just give me you, I’ll never ask for anything else. Please come back to me. We’ve only just begun. We can get through this. We’re not broken…this can be fixed. I’ll fix it for us.

You know there’s this gaping space between us, and if I leaned forward I’d grab Dex’s shirt without ever touching him. You know there’s a three-inch-thick glass wall separating us.Now we know, too.

Once you're in the rumor mill, you never come out. You're stuck, constantly hearing the same half-truth stories about yourself.

The mist covered the ground like the white veil over a new bride's face. The air was thick with smoke - smelling of death and decay. The birds were no longer singing their sweet songs, nor were there any immediate signs of life in the area. The charred ground crunched under my feet and I realized it was the only sound I could hear in the eerie silence. I looked up at the once milky moon and cringed at its new bright crimson color. What could've possibly caused the moon to turn blood red? I thought to myself as I continued to walk cautiously through the unrecognizable forest.

She glared at me. I didn't care. One word was playing a loop in my heaad: mine.

You can see I have no will to stay away from you, no tolerance to live without you.

I freeze when I come face to face with a naked man’s chest. Why does this keep happening to me? Trying to keep my eyes averted from his very naked lower regions, I look up.

You can’t get the blood out.

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. "That's an interesting way to get my attention.

But maybe she’d always been this fucking adorable and I’d just been the jackass who never bothered to notice.

Charlee has my arm. She has my arm—my arm that’s rigid from pleasure, from her touch—in her little fingers. She holds my other one, too and she’s right there, that sweet candy perfume stripping the rest of the strength from my body, and it escapes in a soft, breathy sigh.

Breathe, Emma. Now is not the time to swoon.

Maybe that's why I'd been chosen to become the first female Reaper in history. I think the boys had been losing too many souls.

What if the Devil doesn't know he's the Devil?

His grip on my shoulder tightens. His other hand behind my head caresses me softly and I sigh."Touch me, Skye."His voice is rough, almost sounding like a groan.

If you're worried I'll bite, I promise to tell you first.

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show.

It felt terrific. It felt deeper and richer than laughter. It felt like opening a door and tumbling headfirst into a pile of feathers.

He tangles his hand in my hair, and the other cups my jaw. Although I have this all planned, his lips feel shockingly sweet, swollen and soft, and more like home every time

It was the calm before the storm, and holy crap, my bones knew it was going to be the storm of my life.

Maybe we were too broken to put back together. Maybe we’d been too broken to ever put together in the first place.

It wasn't until the morning after my uneventful shift, when I wake up, dazed and tense and frustrated as hell, that I realize I'm getting obsessed with that girl, my partner, and this thing is running me ragged.

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy.

But sometimes you have to make a decision with your heart instead of your head, and that’s what I did. I know I’ve made the right decision even if it takes my brain a little while to catch up to my heart.

I’m not a bad person.

Love isn't all sparks and firecrackers. Sometimes it’s more subtle than that.

Mags, I don’t know how many more times I will have to say this, but here it goes. You’re amazing, you deserve the best, and I want nothing more than to be whatever you need me to be.

He stood there tall and dashing, peering down at her with a set of mesmerizing sapphire eyes. It wasn’t the eyes that had her sex-drive squealing into overdrive; it was that…hair. Now, Tarrah had never really been into redheads before, but damn, she sure as hell would be willing to convert.

Oh, Troy? He’s no one. He wanted something more from me than I could give.”“Friends with benefits?” Laurie asked, blushing as he said it.“More like frenemies with benefits.

Looking at her is like looking up at a sky full of stars. You don’t know what you’ll see today, but you know it’ll still be breathtaking.

He held me as if my bones were made of glass, as if my skin would tear beneath his lips if he applied too much pressure. When his lips pressed against the pulse at the base of my throat, I wondered if he could feel the power in my pulse, the power he was solely responsible for. As if in answer, his hand moved from my neck to my chest, resting over the space that contained my heart. There was something beautiful and intentional about that gesture, like he was acknowledging the mortal part of me that reacted so restlessly to his touch.

someone like Grace. Someone exactly like Grace, with her Ted Bundy rantsand her calming presence and—hello, irony.

Comb his Facebook page. See if he has a Twitter account. Follow up on every Google lead. I want to know what makes him tick, what makes him the man he is.

This world tainted everything it touched, and nothing good was left—could be left – beneath its menacing gaze.

I had never had a big opinion for myself. I had always thought I'd be a fuck up, that I'd be disappointed like always by life and people. But at this very moment, I knew it. I wasn't a good man, not well-adjusted. —Nolan

I’m not trying to make you cry. I’m trying to make you see. You’re just like the colorful sky, Lilla, this beautiful creation, forgotten. Hidden wonders unseen, by those who don’t bother to look any longer. I look. I can see them.

Jamie Canning was my first crush and my first love. But he was never mine to have.