Best Quotes From Novels Novels & Stories

For the briefest moment, Walter looked almost embarrassed. Lois nearly laughed. If someone had told her last week that Walter Ford could be embarrassed, she would've demanded proof. Yet here he was. Standing in front of her with a finished four hundred page novel and no reasonable explanation for why he'd devoured it overnight. Walter cleared his throat. "There was a line." "In the book?" He nodded. "What line?" His eyes shifted toward the rain speckled window. Away from her. Away from everything. "'The loneliest people are often the ones everyone assumes are fine.'"

“You do need some help with all of your subjects.” I don't know why but my lips curve into a smile for the first time. "I am sure of it but thank you." He returns a grin before he smirks. "Suit yourself. You can still ask me anytime in case you change your mind." “S-Sure.” “By the way, Nina. I was thinking about what you said about the society. Maybe let’s go for it. The rags to riches story started to click on me after reading The Count of Monte Cristo. So, let’s go for your idea.”

he sulked. "They'll help improve your vocabulary, Derek. Novels and story books are the best of all fictional works" she said with an air of pride. "Those are for old people. You say that because you read them" he chuckled. "No. I say it because it's true" she replied. "The characters in your novels are just too funny for me" he chuckled again. "Funny? What do you have to say about the ones in your comics? Busy shouting Boom! Kpow! Kachow! and all sorts of gibberish across the pages" she protested.

He asked questions—not the shallow kind Damon’s associates had used to make polite conversation, but real questions. “What’s your favorite book?” he asked at one point, leaning close to be heard over the music. She blinked, startled. “My book?” He smiled faintly. “Yeah. Everyone’s got one. The one they can read again and again and never get tired of.” Mya hesitated, then admitted, “Wuthering Heights. It’s… tragic and messy, but there’s something about the passion in it. The kind that consumes people.” Keith nodded thoughtfully. “I get that. Mine’s The Count of Monte Cristo. Revenge, redemption, justice—it’s a story that makes you think about what really matters when you lose everything.”

Joshua let out a light laugh, making it clear that he expected a different kind of question, maybe about his business or something else, but he kindly answered my question. "Well, when I'm not working, I like to read." I smiled, feeling more at ease. "I like reading too. What's your favorite book?" "Hm, hard to choose just one. But I'd say '1984' by George Orwell is one of the ones that left the most impact on me." "No way! I love that book!" I was surprised by the connection that had arisen between us. Maybe I had judged Joshua unfairly. "Really? That's cool!" Joshua smiled, and I realized he had a very nice smile. "Who would've thought we'd have that in common, right?"

she voiced out. Dayo cocked his head. "He wasn't naïve, he simply got lost in his pursuit for something that he desired. Even though his desires finally led to his downfall." Eniola turned and stared at him with an amazed look on her face. "I swear I didn't even think you'd know this much about literature classics. Shakespeare, Dickens, Oscar Wilde...You are not what I expected at all." "You know there's an old saying 'never judge a book by it's cover. Ever heard of it?" he joked.

she replied, getting up. As she approached, her book dropped. "Oh, I'm sorry. Did it hit you?" she asked. "No, not at all. It was I who disturbed your reading," Matthew said, picking up the book. Noticing the title, 'The Fortress' by Quentin Chronus, he looked surprised. "I didn’t expect someone as young as you to enjoy such literature." "It's written with great subtlety and irony," she said, her eyes bright with amusement. "Good literature isn’t bound by age. You like what you like, and if you don’t, age won’t change that."

I've never read any of them. It was only after he spoke that I realize he was behind me. I thought he was still sitting on the bed. I run my hands over the book, my eyes catching the titles, A fresh Start, For Mbatha and Rebecca, Agony in get voice, Felicia, The betrayal, for better for worse, Evbu my love... I pulled Evbu, my love out. It's actually my best pacesetter novel. I flipped through the pages and sniffed it.

The more I try to draw boundaries she is making it nearly impossible for me to control myself from going and grabbing her face and kissing the shit out of her. I take a deep breath and return a soft smile," how about the classics, lex?" I ask her to divert my mind. " well, pride and prejudice is the only one I can truly think of!" she caresses the book on the book rack. " hmmm, interesting. I can't find any better than that one in the classics," I say while walking toward her. " but I think sense and sensibility were nice too, you know," I whisper not wanting to disturb other people in the store

I only had to stop our conversation twice when customers came in, but other than that, it was a really light day as Owen had predicted earlier. "Argh! I hate this book," Zac said breaking our comfortable silence. I looked over to where he was with a box and he held a book up in the air. 'Pride and Prejudice'. "It's not a favourite of mine," he continues when I glare at him. "Okay then, what is your favourite?" "Maybe," he blows out of his mouth. "Anything written by John Green" "Why is that?" I asked, genuinely fascinated in his choice.