Book Quotes Highlighted Novels & Stories

André had missed them. Everybody had. Until now. The first clue appeared inside an exhibition catalogue. One of Claire's final public appearances. Most people would have skimmed past it. Jessica didn't. Tucked inside the back pages sat a handwritten note. A quote. Simple. Ordinary. Yet underlined twice. "Truth leaves fingerprints even when people wear gloves." The sentence felt deliberate. Important. The kind of thing somebody wanted remembered. Jessica copied it immediately. Henri frowned. "You think it means something?"

--- Then— before stepping back— he reached into his bag. Pulled something out. Handed it over. She looked down. Book. The bookstore. She looked up. He looked away. Then said— “You said you wanted it.” She stared. “When?” He shrugged. “Different times.” She laughed immediately. He smiled. Then added— “You talk once and assume people forget.” She looked at him. Then smiled. --- He started walking. Then stopped. Turned back. And said— “Oh.” She looked up.

For some reason I felt sitting back here would make me more lonely than I was before. I enjoyed his company. He started to walk away, then paused. “If you ever need more books, I’d always be in the gynecology unit.” “Thanks for this too.” I added quickly before we both turned to different directions. My hands flipped through the pages as I walked still I stumbled on a page that was folded. The words boldly highlighted in a contrasting color. We can’t always make our choices, sometimes life makes them for us. So live, love and be happy.

(The Divine Comedy) I smiled at the book in his hand. “Non mi importa dove il mio corpo possa portarmi, .” I began to recite my favourite quote from the book as I sat on the edge of the bed. (I care not where my body takes me,) Giovanni dropped the book on his chest as I spoke the words, his green jewels sparkled back at me. “Purché la mia anima si imbarchi in un viaggio significativo.” Giovanni finished. (as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.)

’ ‘What’s important is to remain calm through the whole process and ensure that you remain a trusted bank employee,’ he continued. ‘But I’m still remaining with a few chapters to conclude my book,’ she said protesting. ‘I know how critical the book is, that’s the more reason you should memorize the middle two chapters by heart. Your life will depend on those. Remember, it's poetic, and people will just remain speculating on what the words were meant to be.’ ‘By now you should have related everything to the title of the book. It’s there where everything is hidden - it’s the alpha and the omega of this project.’

Timotheus snatched the Bible from Ferran’s hand and opened it as if he was so familiar with the book. “John 3:16… John 3:16…” Timotheus opened the Bible and saw the highlighted verse. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” He read. “What about the numbers 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?” Czaquira asked. “Maybe the words?” Timotheus was confused for a while.

It was just a lot of questions I didn’t want at all so that’s why I don’t use the credit card on books. Pushing out a breath, I shoved the thoughts of my father to the back of my mind and refocused, running my fingers along the spines of the books I was returning. When I got to my new favorite, One Hundred Years of Solitude, I hesitated, tracing the title absentmindedly, perhaps I should give it a re-read and use it for my thesis? A voice suddenly spoke behind me, quoting a line from the book. “Death really did not matter to him, but life did, and therefore the sensation he felt when they gave their decision was not a feeling of fear, but of nostalgia.”

My heart could burst. "You, are so incredibly sweet" I mumble gently against his lips, still humming from my rather frenzied kiss. Rhodes's shy smile sends a warmth through my chest as we walk into the tiny bookstore, about as narrow as my apartment back home in London . It's walls are packed full of books and wildly beautiful quotes from underrated authors, I end up with a large stack of books in my arms secured by my chin as we finish touring the place. The whole time Rhodes stands beside me, pointing out books with amusing titles or a cool poster hanging high up on the wall.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

I called out, excitement mingling with hope in my voice. She turned to me, her eyes lighting up at the sight of the mysterious book. “What did you find?” I opened the book, and as I flipped through its pages, my heart raced. There, on one of the pages, was the phrase we had been searching for , “where wounds are treated and souls are healed.” Amelia’s eyes widened in amazement as she read the words. “This is it, Leo. This is the phrase we have been looking for.” A surge of exhilaration swept through me, the pieces of the puzzle finally falling into place. “It is here, Amelia. This book holds the key to deciphering my mother’s message.”