teen-romance

I look down at his beautiful face, shining with so much love and admiration for me, and I know that every struggle I__e faced up to this point has all been worth it, because it led me to him.

How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?

The butterflies swirl again in Sera__ stomach. Perhaps they have brought along fireflies too, to light up her soul.

She smells like spring and flowers and rain, even though it__ winter. Sometimes, he thinks he loves her so much that his mind is unable to distinguish between love and obsession. Which is worse?

Most people think that love doesn__ stand the test of time _ that it is eternal only as long as it lasts _ but love is an unquenchable flame. It is only the fires of momentary desire that burn too fast and go out far too quickly without leaving behind a single trace.

This unrequited love business was driving him crazy. It was a feeling that took you over, mind, body, and soul. Worse than a drug that tore apart your flesh and spirit, and without which you simply could not live.

She had feared the worst, and even though at that very moment she would have liked to wring her neck, she was happy to learn that suicide was not one of the stupid things that Eve had in her repertoire. Suicide made no sense: situations change, people change, and the problems of today may find a solution tomorrow. So long as you__e in the game you can change the final score, but if you take yourself out of it, you__l never know how it might have ended, and you let the world win.

I tried to hate you, to forgive you, all just to forget you, but I'm only capable of loving you. You're tattooed onto my skin, and the more I try to erase you, the deeper you sink in.

You two are bound to one another. You always have been _ and you can't run away from what you are. No matter where you go, your feelings for her are going to follow you.

Marika could feel herself cocking the trigger of a loaded gun and pointing it at herself, because the truth could be too shocking a revelation, something that would shake their lives to the core... but lies were just a dead-end alleyway that offered no way out.

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn__ be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that __verything in the world exists to end up in a book,_ and if that__ true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare__ Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real.

She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point where even the sound of your own tears became deafening.

Why did it have to be such a shameful secret? Hadn__ I been potty-trained and taught to chew with my mouth closed? So what was the freaking big deal about having sex? Wasn__ it essential to the survival of our darn, hypocritical species?

The throbbing shimmy spread through my hips and thighs. I could have sworn my body started to glow as if light were shooting from my fingertips and each strand of hair.

I am ready for battle. I am ready to fight.

Depression is a funny thing. Some days you have the strength to get up out of bed and attempt to live your life as a normal human being, but others_you just don__ want to leave your room and socialize with the outside world__he world that you hate on days like this. You stay secluded in a tiny space, left alone to the thoughts that eat at your brain until you finally sit down and let them be thought.