Literary Love

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Here is a random collection of YA literary love. ^_^ See if you can guess which book these come from. Double points if you can which character is saying it to who. :)








"I love you," he whispered. "I hope you don't mind."






"Calf love doesn't usually survive amputation, Your Majesty."






"A Kiss," said _____ sleepily. "Actually, just a breath would do. But you have to start kissing someone sometime, I suppose."






He's staring at me so intensely I can see the stripes of gold alternating with the green in his eyes like spokes of a wheel.
I shake my head.
"That's a good thing." He's still staring at me like that, like he's the first and last person who will ever stare at me.
"Because..." His voice trails off, and his eyes travel slowly down to my lips, and there's so much heat roaring through my body I swear I'm going to pass out.
"Because?" I prompt him, surprised I can still speak.
"Because I'm sorry, but I can't help it, and I really need to kiss you right now."







Now she was waiting to be contradicted. But _____ said, "Do you know this is the first time I've seen you without your glasses?"
"I'm blind as a bat without them. I'm near-sighted, like Father."
"Well, you know what, you've got dream-boat eyes," _____ said. "Listen, you go right on wearing your glasses. I don' think I want anybody else to see what gorgeous eyes you have."





"The question then is, how much are you willing to give?"
And I answered, "Anything."
A breath later, ____ echoed my response with, "Everything."






"From the very beginning— from the first moment, I may almost say— of my acquaintance with you, your manners, impressing me with the fullest belief of your arrogance, your conceit, and your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, were such as to form the groundwork of disapprobation on which succeeding events have built so immovable a dislike; and I had not known you a month before I felt that you were the last man in the world whom I could ever be prevailed on to marry."




"A wager?" I repeated.
"Yes," he said, and gave me a slow smile, bright with challenge. ...
"Stake?" I asked cautiously. He was still smiling, an odd sort of smile, hard to define.
"A kiss." My first reaction was outrage, but then I remembered that I was on my way to Court, and that had to be the kind of thing they did at Court. And if I win I don't have to collect. I hesitated only a moment longer, lured by the thought of open sky, and speed, and winning.
"Done," I said.





She sighed. Loudly. "Physical appearance is not what is important."
Yeah right. Tell that to any girl who hasn't bothered to put on a presentable shirt or fix her hair because she's only running into the grocery store to get a quart of milk for her grandmother, and who does she see tending the 7-ITEMS-OR-LESS cash register but the guy of her dreams, except she can't even say hi- much less try to develop a meaningful relationship- since she looks like the poster child for the terminally geeky.






He wondered what the years had done to his face as he traced the effects on hers. Eyes the same blue-lit green, but where mischievous joy once danced, now he saw sadness, deep as the ocean. Her cheeks were thinner. There was something else too: the arrogant pride of a princess seemed to be extinct. Yet the indefinable, untamed quality of her spirit remained. Yes, it was [her].