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“Some broken vases can still hold beautiful flowers”
― Munia Khan

“Let our love chase all clouds away
Hold my hand and feel the day
Your footsteps guide my steps all along
Beneath my skin your veins belong.”
― Munia Khan

“Where are you going?â€�
He looked over his shoulder at me. “If I stay, you won’t get any sleep.�
“Stay,� I said. “I promise to keep my hands to myself.� Lie—such an outright lie.
He gave me a half smile that told me he knew it, too, but nestled down, tugging me into his arms. I wrapped an arm around his waist and rested my head in the hollow of his shoulder.
He idly stroked my hair. I didn’t want to sleep—didn’t want to lose a minute with him—but an immense exhaustion was pulling me away from consciousness, until all I knew was the touch of his fingers in my hair and the sounds of his breathing.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses

“I Feel like a prison holding myself, bounded by the judgements of people I care and chained by the rules of the society I live in. If I would let the person who speaks inside me out, he would tell you a different story than what you have seen all these years. Sometimes I see myself crying, screaming and trying to tear myself into pieces when I stand in front of the mirror so that I could finally be free from myself. But the demons I have created inside me to guard beats me down and laughs at me, watching me bleed.”
― Akshay Vasu

“You let go of my hand
to hold on to my heart
Distance grasps us tight
now that we are apart”
― Munia Khan

“ “Here’s my number. I almost forgot to give it to you.â€�
I swallow as I stare at the number. Tell her. Just f*cking tell her. “Rachel...�
“You’ll call, right?� And the small amount of hurt in her voice stabs my heart.
I envelop Rachel in my arms and cup her head to my chest. She smells good. Like the ocean. Like her jacket. I try to memorize the feel of her body against mine: all soft and warm and curves. The paper in her hand crinkles as she links one arm, then another around my waist. Leaning into me, she lets out a contented sigh and I close my eyes with the sound.
Ten seconds. I’ll keep her for ten more seconds.
I want to keep her.
Two.
I shouldn’t.
Four.
Maybe she can see past what I am. We don’t have to be more. We can be friends.
Seven.
I can fix this.
Nine.
I can make anything work.
Ten.
“I’ll call.â€� ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“Failure to put the relationship on a slower timetable may result in an act that was never intended in the first place. Another important principle is to avoid the circumstances where compromise is likely. A girl who wants to preserve her virginity should not find herself in a house or dorm room alone with someone to whom she is attracted. Nor should she single-date with someone she has reason not to trust. A guy who wants to be moral should stay away from the girl he knows would go to bed with him. Remember the words of Solomon to his son, “Keep to a path far from her, do not go near the door of her houseâ€� (Proverbs 5:8). I know this advice sounds very narrow in a day when virginity is mocked and chastity is considered old-fashioned. But I don’t apologize for it. The Scriptures are eternal, and God’s standards of right and wrong do not change with the whims of culture. He will honor and help those who are trying to follow His commandments. In fact, the apostle Paul said, “He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bearâ€� (1Corinthians 10:13). Hold that promise and continue to use your head. You’ll be glad you did.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“I’m about to pee myself with relief that we’re all alive, but mostly because he is.

He drops into the room, landing on the balls of his feet like a cat. I’m in his arms in the time it takes to say “I love you,â€� which he does, stroking my hair, whispering my name and the words, “My mayfly.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“His other hand finds my cheek, and he wipes away my tears with his thumb. The chocolate scent overwhelms me as he bends over and whispers in my ear, “No, Cassie. No, no, no.â€�
I throw my arm around his neck and press his dry cheek against my wet one. I’m shaking like an epileptic, and for the first time I can feel the weight of the quilts on the top of my toes because the blinding dark sharpens your other senses.
I’m a bubbling stew of random thoughts and feelings. I’m worried my hair might smell. I want some chocolate. This guy holding me—well, it’s more like I was holding him—has seen me in all my naked glory. What did he think about my body? What did I think about my body? Does God really care about promises? Do I really care about God? Are miracles something like the Red Sea parting or more like Evan Walker finding me locked in a block of ice in a wilderness of white?
“Cassie, it’s going to be okay,â€� he whispers into my ear, chocolate breath.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“There would always be dishonorable things done to preserve the honor of any power.”
― Robin Hobb, Fool's Quest

“I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers”
― Munia Khan

“13. If you’re going through difficult times today, hold steady. It will change soon. If you are experiencing smooth sailing and easy times now, brace yourself. It will change soon. The only thing you can be certain of is change.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“Get up,â€� she said. “Get up, my lord. If you do not have long, there is still much to do. You must not waste another day, another morning! Take hold of your life with both hands and crush it to you, my lord. You will not have another in this world.”
― Conn Iggulden, Khan: Empire of Silver

“I can't recall the sound of your voice
Still, I bring flowers and meet the sky
ask it to hold me, too.”
― Drew Myron

“Love hurts because it holds hearts”
― Munia Khan

“The dagger pin is all I have left. It is comfort and pain, both, because it reminds me of all I’ve had, held, and had taken from me.
It is my pen, too. With it, I write my story, again and again, in the walls. So I don’t forget. So it becomes real.
I think of: Conrad’s hands, Rachel’s dark hair, Lena’s rosebud mouth, how when she was an infant, I used to sneak into her bedroom and hold her while she slept. Rachel never let me—from birth, she screamed, kicked, would have woken the household and the street.
But Lena lay still and warm in my arms, submerged in some secret dreamland.
And she was my secret: those nighttime hours, that twin heartbeat space, the darkness, the joy.”
― Lauren Oliver, Annabel

“His body is pressed against my back, his arm is wrapped protectively around my waist, his breath a delicious tickle against my neck. The room is very cold; it would be nice to climb under the covers, but I don’t want to move. I don’t want him to move. I run my fingers along his bare forearm, remembering the warmth of his lips, the silkiness of his hair between my fingers. The boy who never sleeps, sleeping. Coming to rest upon the Cassiopeian shore, an island in the middle of a sea of blood. You have your promise, and I have you.
I can’t trust him. I have to trust him.
I can’t stay with him. I can’t leave him behind.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“The length of the fall is dictated by how far we had climbed. The outcome of the fall is dictated by whether we’re holding on to that which we’re climbing, or we’re letting God hold onto us.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Rachel wiggles in my hold. “You’re strong.â€�
My lips twitch. “Pure steel.â€� Strong enough to protect you. ”
― Katie McGarry, Crash into You

“I would remember this as one of those moments in life that I can hold onto and smile about, forever.”
― Belle Hale, Soul Imprint

“Akinli, this strange boy whose life at the moment seemed to be hanging on this, pushed himself from the bed.
Julie gasped, watching as his arms trembled under his weight, even as thin as he was. He crushed his eyes together in concentration, willing himself up.
I heard Ben whisper to himself, “Come on, come on, come on.�
When Akinli, breathing as if he truly had just run a marathon, was fairly close to upright, he held out an arm for me.
I fell into it fearlessly.
We leaned into each other, neither of us strong enough to stay up on our own.
“I thought I’d never see you sit up again,� Julie cried.
We both turned to her, smiling at the happy tears on her face.”
― Kiera Cass, The Siren

“There was no destiny in life, nothing beyond what a man could take and hold for himself.”
― Conn Iggulden, Khan: Empire of Silver

“The last week hadn’t been any better, come to think of it. On Monday they arrived at Gorda, just to find that the cargo of electronics he was to ship to Beowulf had been taken by another freighter for a lower fee. It took him until Wednesday before he found another cargo â€� which had to reach Earth by Saturday. The last straw was when his crew mutinied a day out of the Hermes system and demanded a pay increase. The union tended to call that sort of thing “collective bargainingâ€�, not actually mutiny, but hey â€� the results are the same. He tended to favor the term “piracyâ€�, but this wasn’t the high seas and out here, there were real pirates to worry about. His former crew had also wanted more time off and a better cook â€� at least one who knew how which end of a frying pan to hold. He was unable to comply, and so was forced to stop at Beowulf anyway. That was the last time he saw them. Fortunately for him, Weaver, Fuller and Jang opted to stay with him. Whether it was out of loyalty, or perhaps just convenience, he never knew.”
― Christina Engela, Blachart

“The key to understanding if something is truly precious is to ask if we can hold it, for things truly precious cannot be held.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“A broken vessel cannot hold anything within itself, therefore only something supernatural can hold itself within a broken vessel.”
― TemitOpe Ibrahim

“15. “The love of money is the root of all evilâ€� (1Timothy 6:10, KJV). That’s why Jesus issues more warnings about materialism and wealth than any other sin. Obviously, it takes a steady hand to hold a full cup.”
― James C. Dobson, Life on the Edge: The Next Generation's Guide to a Meaningful Future

“That which I cannot hold is that which I can treasure the most because it affords me no burden other than to enjoy it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“She stands there for a second, watching the bear go. The morning light has truly arrived, and she can see the bear clearly, smaller and smaller and then hidden by trees.
She starts to tremble. She staggers. Falls off the log, hitting the ground hard. The panic-breath is back. Her eyes well up, and for a second she can’t see anything, just her own tears. And she can’t breathe. And she’s shaking all over, jerky and painful, like Rachel was when she got too cold.
“Hallie!� She hears her own name as if from a distance, through the roar of blood in her head. “Hallie, come here. Hallie!�
It’s Jonah’s voice.
There’s something else: a low, keening, gasping sound.
“Hallie! I can’t get over to you. You have to come to me.�
It takes her a second to realize what he’s saying. And to realize that the keening, the gasping, is her. She blinks enough to see Jonah reaching out for her.
She pulls herself in that direction. Her arms feel like newborn faun legs, spindly and weak. She has no strength left. The bear took it.
Jonah’s arms go around her. He pulls her to his chest.
“Hey,� he says. “Hey, it’s okay. You did it. It’s gone. It’s okay.�
He rocks her like a baby, holds her like she held him last night. There’s no self-consciousness left. Just arms holding and voice soothing and hearts beating, and the hysteria passes and she drops off to sleep.”
― Kathryn Holmes

“I follow the path we’ve taken so many times this summer â€� across the front, down the street, cut back through a neighbor’s yard, down the stairs to the beach, past the pier, through the campfire labyrinth, up to the deck of the Shack, and straight into Sam’s arms.
Without speaking, he kisses me hard on the mouth and I kiss him back, sobbing and crumpling into his chest like a broken puppet.”
― Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer

“The door exploded inward and a tangle of bug legs appeared.
“I can hold them, but I can’t kill them all,� Caine shouted.
“Yeah. They’re hard to kill. You got a plan?�
Caine bit savagely at his thumb, worrying the cuticle. They were surrounded. The very walls were being battered. The windows were all smashed. They couldn’t fit through the door but they would soon make it wide enough.
They stood, Caine and Brianna, in the kitchen, the center of the house, as far as possible from the windows, but now the bugs had their mandibles shoved in through the doors and windows, questing, slicing the air, their ropelike tongues lashing madly.
The entire house was like a drum pounded by dozens of drumsticks.
“You know, I’m kind of disappointed,â€� Brianna said. “Situation like this? Sam would come up with a plan.”
― Michael Grant, Plague