Best Quotes From Novels Novels & Stories

Green asked herself. The unread book on her hand since before, Green smiled at it, especially at quotation written on the cover. "For those who have been hurted in the past," stated the quotation. From the very first glance, the novel has intrigued her. Green laughed at herself, her past was not beautiful, she had a lot of bad memories, and to get to this point it was not easy for her. The gratitude she had expressed to herself was a form of appreciation for her enduring to this day.

Efe asked and both Oyin and Jomi sighed. “You should stop reading all those novels on w*****d, your IQ is getting affected seriously” Jomi said as she rose to her feet. “Please, have you ever actually sat down to read a novel before? When you start reading all these w*****d novels, you’ll know how addictive and how interesting they are. Don’t you dare underestimate them” Efe said and Jomi nodded. “Of course” Jomi replied with a yawn as Oyin burst into laughter.

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.'"

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.

Is there anything this man cannot do? "I have no idea what you just said." I've stopped eating, and I'm completely fixated on his mouth. "It's a quote from The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas. 'Besides we are men, and after all it is our business to risk our lives.' I enjoy his books." I'm caught off guard. He fucking quotes Dumas in French. "You read?" And it happens. His head tilts back and he laughs. I can see his perfectly white teeth and the wide expanse of his neck. The reserve he controls so tightly is gone.

"And what's your favorite?" "Oh that's too hard to choose sir. I mean of course I love classics like The Great Gatsby, 1984, and One Flew of the Cuckoo's Nest. I'm crazy about the James Bond books. But I have to say Misery is my favorite book. Stephen King is a genius." "So all that's told me is you read in high school and that's it. Aren't those all required reading?" "Daddy." I whispered. He took a long gulp from his glass. Sophia closed her eyes as though she was embarrassed.

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.

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