Teen Realistic Fiction Quotes & Sayings

He wasn't kissing me like I was going to break; he was kissing me like he thought he would break without this kiss. — Christie Cote

Kyle must have seen my panic, because when I looked up at him again, his jacket and shirt were off and he was handing me his shirt. The sight of him with no shirt on hit me. Holy hell, what was he doing? — Christie Cote

It's sad that bad things have to happen in order for us to stop and look around. — Megan Duke

So many people who wanted no part of all this. That's what's new. There used to be the option of opting out. But now that's over. Completion is the end. We're closing the circle around everyone - it's a totalitarian nightmare. — Dave Eggers

This typewriter is the only one that has listened to me throughout the years, the only one who wants to know the girl beneath my layers. — Tessa Emily Hall

Uh, got into a fight with the kitchen or something?" he asked, smirking.
I ran my hands through my hair and felt remains of the fruit as I did and cringed. Well, this must be attractive. I motioned for him to come into the living room and shut the door behind him.
"Something like that," I replied coolly.
He walked past me and went to the kitchen, probably to get a better look. "Well, I see you won. The fruit won't be going anywhere anytime soon. Maybe the apples. Those look like they need some more killing. — Christie Cote

I was about to sit down when Kyle's hand wrapped around my left wrist lightly and pulled up my arm. The suddenness of his touch was startling. I looked at him, confused, and saw fire in his eyes - raw anger I didn't understand. His eyes looked up at me and penetrated mine. — Christie Cote

It's funny how one life-changing event could make you forget what happiness felt like. — Christie Cote

Wall Street excesses helped lead to the Great Recession. — Chuck Schumer

Your poetry--it doesn't deserve to be locked away, hidden from the rest of the world. And neither do you. — Tessa Emily Hall

Just like you, my country cannot hear me:
She's made of bronze
and I
can no longer reach her heart

(from Thoughts on the Statue of Talaat Harb) — Najwan Darwish

Fortunately or unfortunately, NaNoWriMo requires you to write at a breakneck pace, so I got used to just pushing on through. — Ann Leckie

Maybe she knew some day it would become my job. My job to complete the melody she had begun. — Tessa Emily Hall

Would I want to be sponsored by me? — Jeff Olson