Book Quotes Highlighted Novels & Stories

I stepped toward her and set my hand on her waist before murmuring, “We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.” Her lips parted as if that was the most profound thing she’d ever heard. And it might’ve been, since it had originally come from the lips of Henry David Thoreau. Which was why I couldn’t continue to take credit for it. I pointed past her toward the wall with my free hand. “At least that’s what Thoreau says.” She glanced back to find the quote printed and framed above the desk. “Oh.” Scowling, she whirled back to poke me in the gut. “You cheated. That’s a cheater’s answer.”

Tyson She keeps flipping the pages and skimming through them, searching for what love is. It's funny we hunt for things that are right in front of us, but we can barely recognise them. Either we refused to or we are ignorant of them. Take this quote from me. I guess she was done going through the books on her desk because she stood up heading towards the book shelf to return them. I stand on my feet to follow her since it is kind of dark, I can't let her walk around without me by her side.

They were all adjusted alphabetically. He then randomly picked a book. ‘If I had your Face – By Frances Cha’ He read the title. He opened the book. On the first page, there was her name and a date written. The date when she either got the book or started reading it. He flipped through the pages. She had underlined some context. Marked notes somewhere. Scribbled replies to some lines. He laughed to himself. There was this line she had highlighted, “In New York, you can talk to anyone about anything at any time and have a conversation so long you'll fall a little in love with that person, and then never see them again.”

It is not a normal book. I am slow as I sift through the pages. I have memorized every page of this book, but I must know- I must confirm. Finding the page I drag a hand down the scribbled lines, ignoring the shake in them until I find it- The words echo in my mind as I read those two lines. It is like I'm hypnotized. Like my soul has been carved into those simple words. It is like a mantra in my mind. My back drags the length of the shelves until I am seated, leaning against it, as if a weeping widow. My eyes froze at those words. I am taken with the deepest yearnin'.

It was such a wonderful story that comforted him. He opened the Bible and placed it upon his thighs. A verse on the second page - Jeremiah 11:19 - was highlighted in bold. He read it out aloud not daring the silence around him. But I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, saying, let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be

“Be kind, for whenever kindness becomes part of something, it beautifies it. Whenever it is taken from something, it leaves it tarnished.” Prophet Muhammad sallallahu alaihi wasallam (peace be upon him) If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't Happy reading Third person p.o.v "Yes," Jennifer said to him, staring into his eyes. Flash back " Yeah I am in the house " Jennifer pressed her bluetooth more in the ear .

Competence, she learned, was its own narcotic. When the espresso cooled and the study lamps took over the sun’s job, the lesson shifted to people. Lenny dragged a leather-bound book from the drawer and opened it like a priest revealing relics. Names and notes, not just debts: a bastard child’s birthday, a father’s surgery, a wife’s second attempt at sobriety. Tiny biographies of leverage and loyalty. Margins wore small griefs in pencil; some lines had been pressed hard enough to cut the paper.

‘You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me. The words sent a chill down Roseanne's spine, prompting her to return the book to its place with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. "What on earth were you possessed with, Nathan?" She knew that she should not judge him too soon. However, she could not control the urge to. She turned to Wuthering Heights, a book placed on the book shelve over his desk. She flipped through its pages while spotting several highlighted quotes. Each quote held a clue to Nathaniel's inner mind. It was a world she sought to unravel in order to understand him.

She placed the leather-bound book on her lap with reverence, brushing away the lingering dust with her trembling fingers. The book creaked open like it hadn’t been touched in years. Its pages were yellowed and fragile, but tucked between random paragraphs were faint markings—notes written in delicate, slanted handwriting. Leah’s heart thudded as she scanned the lines, searching for meaning. On the third chapter, Sofia’s voice came alive. “Nothing is ever truly what it seems. A beautiful prison is still a prison.” Leah’s brows furrowed. She flipped another page. More underlines, this time around a quote from the book’s protagonist:

“I….“ her voice trailed off when he halted her. “Rather than reading the book word for word, why don’t you tell me the famous quotes from them. From the look of things, you really love that and I am thinking that is why you read? Audrey was feeling skeptical about it, she didn’t know it if was the right thing to do at the moment. Telling her favorite quotes from the book could make him more angry but she didn’t know if she was even allowed to say no to him. “I am waiting, Audrey” his voice filtered through her ear and she jolted back to reality. “Sure, I wrote them at the back of the book. I will read it to you” She flipped to the back of the book which was filled with her writing and heaved