Quotes of: Boys-and-girls Keyword

Saludé a mis padres, quienes estaban sonriendo con orgullo, como siempre charlando con un extraño cualquiera junto a ellos. Sonreí, mi madre podria seriamente iniciar una conversación con un mudo.

The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

It will get easier each time, I think. I hope. I just have to keep trying.

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Love is scary: it changes; it can go away. That's the part of the risk. I don't want to be scared anymore.

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

How was I supposed to know what’s real and what’s not? It feels like I’m the only one who doesn’t know the difference.

To All the Boys I've Loved Before

Just above our terror, the stars painted this story in perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too often abused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.

I Made My Boy Out of Poetry

Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories

You have to understand, the blood we drink every day to stay alive comes out of a jar in the refrigerator. It is the very definition of gross.

Never Bite a Boy on the First Date

When you pray and hope for a change. Don't expect a change to come. Expect the opportunity for a change to come.

Neglected But Undefeated: The Life Of A Boy Who Never Knew A Mother's Love

Even amidst tragedy there is laughter, sometimes farce. The degree of farce depends on who is running the tragedy.

Leaving Neverland: Why Little Boys Shouldn't Run Big Corporations

I don't believe in fashion. I believe in costume. Life is too short to be same person every day.

Lola and the Boy Next Door

So why did he do it?" Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love.

Lola and the Boy Next Door

So why did he do it?" Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistake. He fell in love.

Lola and the Boy Next Door

The branches of the trees looked as if they were holding hands and bowing their heads in prayer.

A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy Soldier

...the reason is that when we look at nature, we receive a sort of permission to be alive in this world...

The Reason I Jump: The Inner Voice of a Thirteen-Year-Old Boy with Autism

..we'll deal with it, because the good outweighs the bad.

The Treasure Map of Boys: Noel, Jackson, Finn, Hutch, Gideon—and me, Ruby Oliver

Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it's over, you feel like you don't have any bones left to hold you up.

Twenty Boy Summer

He treats his body like it's made of fireworks, each one timed to the beat. Is he dancing alone or dancing with everyone in the room? Here's the secret: It doesn't matter.

Two Boys Kissing

We do not start as dust. We do not end as dust. We make more than dust. That's all we ask of you. Make more than dust.

Two Boys Kissing

So what’s your story?” Ryan asks. Avery looks up at him, hand still in the water. “My story?” “Yeah. Everybody has at least one.

Two Boys Kissing

'I'm sorry,' he says. 'I don't usually like people. So when I do, part of me is really amused and the other part refuses to believe it's happening.'

Two Boys Kissing

I've allowed some of these points to stand, because this is a book of memory, and memory has its own story to tell. But I have done my best to make it tell a truthful story.

This Boy's Life