Book Quotes Highlighted Novels & Stories

"Then the deal renegotiated exactly as you predicted and I stopped thinking you were wrong." I looked at the fermentation book. "You remembered a specific sentence I said about a business deal two years ago," I said. "I remember most things you say," he said. Without weight. Without performance. Just as a fact being stated. "I always have." The aisle was quiet around us. The bookstore doing its Saturday morning thing in all the other sections. I held the fermentation book. "Marcus," I said. "I know," he said. "Do you?" I said. He looked at the shelf.

It was truly a sacred place. I plopped myself down on the wooden chair and buried my head on the burrow I made with my arms on the table. I sighed deeply, not understanding the pain and supreme tiredness I was feeling. Pain and tiredness wasn't new to me but this was particularly different. I grabbed my favourite book, Othello by Shakespeare and sat, running my hand along the spine of the book. I opened the book and it landed on a page that I had a left a note in. I skimmed the page, reading the parts I had highlighted with a light blue highlighter. I took the note and read it:

Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it. "So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly. I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun. "You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked

‘I’m not sure I want answers. I huffed. ‘Too bad.’ Then I opened the book. As I perused the book, Emrae went quiet in my head, and something went still inside me. Several lines, quotes from many Chapters jumped out at me from the old yellow pages, giving me the answers I knew I wouldn’t like.

“Read it. Best work of literature ever.” “I thought you were joking when you said The Art of War is your favorite book,” my woman mutters as she pages through it. “The greatest victory is that which requires no battle,” Alexei quotes the book. “Sun Tzu was a wise man.” “I like the sound of that,” Anya says, a smile curving her lips. She starts to read, and Alexei leans closer, pointing out more quotes. That’s what a father should be like. Emotion wells in my chest because Alexei is a father to us all.

When I found it, I read out, "We have this hope as an ANCHOR for our lives. It is SAFE and SURE." "Wait, the anchor? It is talking about the anchor." Mercury observed. "Of course, anchor, safe and sure are all in highlights here. And we are obviously not the first to read this verse in this place. Someone highlighted these words." " Strange" Mercury muttered. Someone else have read the verse and it was highlighted. The question is, when? "What else does the book in the soldier's hand says again?"

The bookstore had become a haven, a place where the weight of the world could be momentarily forgotten and where the magic of words could transport people to faraway lands and extraordinary adventures. Alex, his environmental initiatives now a beacon of hope in a world grappling with climate change, found fulfillment in leaving a legacy of sustainability for future generations. His work, a testament to the power of human ingenuity and compassion, served as a reminder that even in the face of daunting challenges, hope and action could pave the way for a brighter future. One crisp autumn evening, as they sat on their balcony, the city lights twinkling like a million stars below, Hazel turned t

She shared the fact that the only reason she knew the obscure quote was through Bo, who at times would find other people words easier than his own. “The universe may forget us, but our light will brighten the darkness for eons after we’ve departed this world.” It was a repetitive quote, Oscar took a deep breath. “The universe may forget us, but it can’t forget us until we’re gone and we’re still here, our futures still unwritten.” Oscar could not remember the rest of the words, but he could see their effect on Bo. The taller man calms, his breathing moving at a steady pace through slightly parted lips.

This is the section filled with books that will serve as a solution to one's disastrous life battle. I almost lost to the sight of it that almost reach the highest roof. The man behind me said with a husky yet awed-filled voice, “You're right. It was the classic brought upon the battle of oneself. It was written by the very known...” His voice disrupted by his emotion that suddenly flared. His silence and deep breathing was something I thought as a kind of reminisce for something so dare to him. Suddenly my mind flickered, show a devastating scene. “What...” I gasped, step back with my weakened knees. My mind so strange, and it was so far to a possibly acceptable nature. It give me the taste

“The little auditor who thought she could balance the books of hell will be left all alone in the wreckage, with nothing but the silence for company.” The iron-bound book on the pedestal suddenly stopped flipping with a heavy thud that shook the floor. It lay open now, the two blank pages glowing with an inner light that looked like burning embers. It was waiting. The pen, a sharp silver quill that looked more like a needle, sat beside it, gleaming in the red dark.