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  • #1
    “Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

    Wear sunscreen.

    If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

    Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

    Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

    Do one thing everyday that scares you.

    Sing.

    Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

    Floss.

    Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

    Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

    Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

    Stretch.

    Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

    Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

    Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.

    Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

    Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

    Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

    Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

    Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

    Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

    Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

    Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

    Respect your elders.

    Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

    Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

    Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

    But trust me on the sunscreen.”
    Mary Schmich, Wear Sunscreen: A Primer for Real Life

  • #2
    Maya Angelou
    “When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.”
    Maya Angelou

  • #3
    Robertson Davies
    “A truly great book should be read in youth, again in maturity and once more in old age, as a fine building should be seen by morning light, at noon and by moonlight.”
    Robertson Davies

  • #4
    Neil Gaiman
    “I will write in words of fire.
    I will write them on your skin.
    I will write about desire.
    Write beginnings, write of sin.
    You’re the book I love the best,
    your skin only holds my truth,
    you will be a palimpsest
    lines of age rewriting youth.
    You will not burn upon the pyre.
    Or be buried on the shelf.
    You’re my letter to desire:
    And you’ll never read yourself.
    I will trace each word and comma
    As the final dusk descends,
    You’re my tale of dreams and drama,
    Let us find out how it ends.”
    Neil Gaiman

  • #5
    Victor Hugo
    “Promise to give me a kiss on my brow when I am dead. --I shall feel it."

    She dropped her head again on Marius' knees, and her eyelids closed. He thought the poor soul had departed. Eponine remained motionless. All at once, at the very moment when Marius fancied her asleep forever, she slowly opened her eyes in which appeared the sombre profundity of death, and said to him in a tone whose sweetness seemed already to proceed from another world:--

    "And by the way, Monsieur Marius, I believe that I was a little bit in love with you.”
    Victor Hugo, Les Misérables

  • #6
    Richelle Mead
    “I should go," I said thickly. "Let me know when you want to start practice again. And thanks for...talking."

    I started to turn; then I heard him say abruptly, "No."

    I glanced back. "What?"

    He held my gaze, and something warm and wonderful and powerful shot between us.

    "No," he repeated. "I told her no."

    "I..." I shut my mouth before my jaw hit the floor. "But...why? That was a once-in-a-lifetime thing. You could have had a baby. And she...she was, you know, into you..."

    The ghost of a smile flickered on his face. "Yes, she was. Is. And that's why I had to say no. I couldn't return that...couldn't give her what she wanted. Not when..." He took a few steps toward me. "Not when my heart is somewhere else.”
    Richelle Mead, Frostbite

  • #7
    Simone Elkeles
    “You’re dangerous,” he says.
    “Why?”
    “Because you make me believe in the impossible”
    Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction

  • #8
    Simone Elkeles
    “You are the one girl that made me risk eveything for a future worth having.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #9
    Simone Elkeles
    “We're actors in our lives, pretendin' to be who we want people to think we are.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #10
    Simone Elkeles
    “We kiss all the time." I clear my throat, then add, "We just...do it in private."
    "A smug expression crosses his face. "I don't buy it for a second, 'cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin' in your house, I'd kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder."
    "A reminder of w-w-what?"
    "That you were mine.”
    Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction

  • #11
    Simone Elkeles
    “Are you following me?" she asks, but doesn't meet my gaze.
    "Yeah," I say.
    "Why?"
    I give her the only honest and true answer I have. "You're where I want to be.”
    Simone Elkeles, Leaving Paradise

  • #12
    Simone Elkeles
    “If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #13
    Simone Elkeles
    “One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #14
    Simone Elkeles
    “I want to know how to make this girl laugh. I want to know what makes her cry. I want to know what it feels like to have her look at me as if I’m her knight in shinning armor.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #15
    Simone Elkeles
    “I want to try making things right because picking up the pieces is way better than leaving them the way they are.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #16
    Simone Elkeles
    “I'm losing control."-Brittany
    Mamacita, I've already lost it."-Alex”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #17
    Simone Elkeles
    “But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #18
    Simone Elkeles
    “You once said you loved me. Do you still?"
    My sister is watching this exchange between us. She smiles warmly at me, giving me the strength to tell him the truth. "I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried desperately to forget you. I couldn't.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #19
    Simone Elkeles
    “The reason I want you to put a shirt on is, well, because, um..."
    "You've never seen a guy with his shirt off?"
    "Ha, ha. Very funny. Believe me, you don't have anything I haven't seen before."
    "Wanna bet?" he says, then moves his hands to the button on his jeans and pops it open. Isabel walks in at that exact moment.
    "Whoa, Alex. Please keep your pants on.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #20
    Simone Elkeles
    “I can't help but smile as I swipe a lone tear trailing down my cheek. How can I not be crazy in love with this guy? Time away from him didn't change anything. I can't deny him another chance. That would be denying myself. ”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #21
    Simone Elkeles
    “[Life]It is what you make it. If you think you can't change the world, then go on and follow the path already carved out for you. But there are other roads to choose, they're just harder to trudge through. Changing the world is'nt easy, but I sure as hell am going to keep trying. Are you?”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #22
    Simone Elkeles
    “Look at me, chica." When she does, I repeat, "Eres hermosa."
    "What does it mean?"
    "You're beautiful.”
    Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction

  • #23
    Simone Elkeles
    “Miss Ellis?" Mrs. Perterson says. "It's your turn. Introduce Alex to the class"
    "This is Alejandro Fuentes. When he wasn't hanging out on street corners and harrassing innocent people this summer, he toured the inside of jails around the city, if you know what i mean. His secret desire is to go to college and become a chemistry teacher, like you Mrs. Peterson."
    Brittney flashed me a triumpnet smile, thinking she won this round. Guess again, gringa. "This is Brittney Ellis," I say, all eyes focused on me. "This summer she went to the mall, bought new clothes to extend her wardrobe, and spent her daddy's money on plastic surgery to enhance her, ahem, assets. Her secret desire is to date a Mexicano before she graduates."
    Game on...”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #24
    Simone Elkeles
    “If I had any choice in the matter, I'd stay in my comfy bed and eat warm chocolate chip cookies all day.”
    Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry

  • #25
    Simone Elkeles
    “Love is honesty. Love is a mutual respect for one another.”
    Simone Elkeles, Leaving Paradise

  • #26
    Simone Elkeles
    “I look down at our knees, slightly touching. Jeans against jeans. Does she notice the heat transferring from her body to mine? Does she even realize what she's doing to me? I know, I know. I'm not a virgin and the slightest touch of a girl's knee is driving me insane. I don't even know what I'm feeling for Maggie, I just know that I'm feeling. It's something I've tried to avoid and deny until yesterday, when I held her in my arms while her tears spilled onto my shirt.

    God, our knees touching isn't enough. I need more.

    She's knotting her fingers together on her lap as if she doesn't know what to do with them. I want to touch her, but what if she pulls away like before? I've never been such a wuss with a girl in my life.

    I bite my bottom lip as I slide my hand about millionth of a millimeter closer to her hand.

    She doesn't seem fazed so I move closer. And closer.

    When the tips of my fingers touch her wrist, she freezes. But she doesn't jerk her hand away. God, her skin is so soft, I think as my fingers trail a path from her wrist to her knuckles to her smooth, manicured nails.

    I swear touching her like this is driving me nuts. It's more erotic, more intense than any other time with Kendra. I feel awkward and inexperienced as a freshman again. I look up. Everyone else is oblivious to the intensity of emotions running rampant in the back of the public bus.

    When I look back down at my hand covering hers, I'm grateful she hasn't come to her senses and pulled away. As if she knows my thoughts, we both turn our hands at the same time so our hands are palm against palm...finger against finger. Her hand is dwarfed against mine. It makes her seem more delicate and petite than I'd realize. I feel a need to protect her and be her champion should she ever need one.

    With a slight shift of my hand, I lace my fingers through hers.

    I'm holding hands. With Maggie Armstrong.

    I'm not even going to think about how wrong it is because it feels so right. She's avoided looking right at me, but now she turns her head and our eyes lock. God, how come I never noticed before how long her lashes were and how her brown eyes have specks of gold that sparkle when the sun shine on them?

    The bus stops suddenly and I look out the window. It's our stop. She must have realized this because she pulls her hand away from mine and stands. I follow behind, still reeling.”
    Simone Elkeles , Leaving Paradise

  • #27
    Simone Elkeles
    “It's hard keeping everything the same when the same things look and feel so different”
    Simone Elkeles, Leaving Paradise

  • #28
    Simone Elkeles
    “I cry a lot.'
    'Yeah? Well I'm gonna change that.”
    Simone Elkeles, Leaving Paradise

  • #29
    Cassandra Clare
    “While this is all very amusing, the kiss that will free the girl is the kiss that she most desires,” she said. “Only that and nothing more.”

    Jace’s heart started to pound. He met the Queen’s eyes with his own. “Why are you doing this?”

    … “Desire is not always lessened by disgust…And as my words bind my magic, so you can know the truth. If she doesn’t desire your kiss, she won’t be free.”

    “You don’t have to do this, Clary, it’s a trick—” (Simon)

    ...Isabelle sounded exasperated. ‘Who cares, anyway? It’s just a kiss.”

    “That’s right,” Jace said. Clary looked up, then finally, and her wide green eyes rested on him. He moved toward her... and put his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him… He could feel the tension in his own body, the effort of holding back, of not pulling her against him and taking this one chance, however dangerous and stupid and unwise, and kissing her the way he had thought he would never, in his life, be able to kiss her again. “It’s just a kiss,” he said, and heard the roughness in his own voice, and wondered if she heard it, too.

    Not that it mattered—there was no way to hide it. It was too much. He had never wanted like this before... She understood him, laughed when he laughed, saw through the defenses he put up to what was underneath. There was no Jace Wayland more real than the one he saw in her eyes when she looked at him… All he knew was that whatever he had to owe to Hell or Heaven for this chance, he was going to make it count.

    He...whispered in her ear. “You can close your eyes and think of England, if you like,” he said.
    Her eyes fluttered shut, her lashes coppery lines against her pale, fragile skin. “I’ve never even been to England,” she said, and the softness, the anxiety in her voice almost undid him. He had never kissed a girl without knowing she wanted it too, usually more than he did, and this was Clary, and he didn’t know what she wanted. Her eyes were still closed, but she shivered, and leaned into him — barely, but it was permission enough.

    His mouth came down on hers. And that was it. All the self-control he’d exerted over the past weeks went, like water crashing through a broken dam. Her arms came up around his neck and he pulled her against him… His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

    His hands slid down to her waist... he had no idea what he would have done or said next, if it would have been something he could never have pretended away or taken back, but he heard a soft hiss of laughter — the Faerie Queen — in his ears, and it jolted him back to reality. He pulled away from Clary before he it was too late, unlocking her hands from around his neck and stepping back... Clary was staring at him. Her lips were parted, her hands still open. Her eyes were wide. Behind her, Alec and Isabelle were gaping at them; Simon looked as if he was about to throw up.

    ...If there had ever been any hope that he could have come to think of Clary as just his sister, this — what had just happened between them — had exploded it into a thousand pieces... He tried to read Clary’s face — did she feel the same? … I know you felt it, he said to her with his eyes, and it was half bitter triumph and half pleading. I know you felt it, too…She glanced away from him... He whirled on the Queen. “Was that good enough?” he demanded. “Did that entertain you?”

    The Queen gave him a look: special and secretive and shared between the two of them. “We are quite entertained," she said. “But not, I think, so much as the both of you.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

  • #30
    Cassandra Clare
    “If you knew how to cook, maybe I would eat," Jace muttered.

    Isabelle froze, her spoon poised dangerously. "What did you say?"

    Jace edged toward the fridge. "I said I'm going to look for a snack to eat."

    That's what I thought you said." Isabelle turned her attention to the soup.”
    Cassandra Clare, City of Bones



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