Teen Quotes - Page 4

What do you want?"

To see the world burn, and a new one be born from the ashes…

He must have been handsome when he was alive and was handsome still, although made monstrous by his pallor and her awareness of what he was. His mouth looked soft, his cheekbones as sharp as blades, and his jaw curved, giving him an off-kilter beauty. His black hair a mad forest of dirty curls.

My heart has become a amazon of dark secrets ❤

Don't forget - no one else sees the world the way you do, so no one else can tell the stories that you have to tell.

The thing to remember when you're writing is, it's not whether or not what you put on paper is true. It's whether it wakes a truth in your reader.

So I’m figuring this is death. The little air left in the cockpit is toxic with marthenine, and I can only wonder how much of it I have breathed in. Is my throat becoming raw hamburger? My lungs, oatmeal?

You can never trust a Vampire, child.

The minute grains of sand slipped silently down the curved hourglass, no matter how many times the people of Earth willed them not to. Time, fate and the actions of others were out of their control.

Whoever is messing with my daughter, messing with my home, will be sorry they chose to play this game. I’ll be screaming checkmate before they even realise I moved my pawns…

I know you’re scared, Letti, but sweetheart…you haven’t seen anything yet. You’ve not known true fear...

You think your children are better than mine? Ha! When yours were out playing with gold, mine were out fighting for survival. You taught your children to roll in money when I taught mine what it means to be strong.

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

Death is my art form-when I fight, I'm a ballerina. Graceful. Chi lacks my grace, but makes up for it in energy and enthusiasm. His fighting style is like breakdancing-strong and frenetic with some really sweet moves. Jo's is . . .the Macarena. Ugly but gets the job done.

I spread my arms. “In the Rainbow Jungles of Ever there lives what I affectionately call, killer ducks.

Never underestimate what teens can understand or do. They're smart, creative, and fresh-minded. I wish I was one.

I started picturing Rens smiling face, the warmth of his touch, the slight curl of his lip before he kissed me. Every happy memory came rushing back through the blackness illuminating it in brilliant color.

I loved his enormous aptitude for compassion, adoration and respect. That was his way of showing love. He lacked the capacity for wickedness, and that caressed my belief that he might just be an angel. My angel.

She slept a dreamless sleep free of dragons for she had slain them once again. The Children of Ankh

The lights flickered, the pain went away, and her mother was holding her, singing ‘Sleep sweet sleep’. (The Children of Ankh series) Kim Cormack

The room flashed brighter still and then gasps filled the room. They were all gathered around Roxy and she was unsure why. She didn’t feel any different, Hadn’t the spell worked ? Roxy opened her mouth to speak and then she heard it…… a purr.