Booktok Quote Novels & Stories

‘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.

My actions made it so my own children couldn't be around me. “To kill the life of someone is the same as to kill all humanity” I state as I lift my head to look at Avery with tear filled eyes. The quote is one that I lived by in my youth because I believe in it. I read the book to her so many times that she would know it as well as the next lines.

She quickly pulled out the book from the shelf. Under its title was a written quotation that said, "A book for witches." Even though she knew herself that she didn't have witch blood, she still decided to give it a try. Nowo quickly went down so that she could start reading it.

"Richard Bach." I nodded. "You taught me that quote the night I kissed you for the first time." He continued, his fingers weaving through loose hair around my face. "And I held on to that every day since." "Dean." I said softly. "Boy, was Richard right." His tone matched mine, but he did it with a small chuckle. "And how wrong were you when you said that about us." I pulled Dean closer to me so our lips could meet and immediately I felt his soft lips against mine, I let out a sound that made it clear that I had been waiting to do that all day.

She won’t ask me not to show up again, will she? "Sometimes tears can ease the pain in one's heart... This phrase is from "Who Killed Midnight", isn't it?" Even though she had calmed down, the redness surfaced on her face again from embarrassment. Only after hearing the young man use another phrase from that book did she remember where the first one was from. Jake wanted to slap himself. JUST QUIT MUTTERING BOOK QUOTES, YOU WEIRDO!! She will find out this way. But he couldn’t deny it. The question was more of a rhetorical one. It would be useless to deny anything.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Three months later, the journey began. The first leg of The Fire We Share tour rolled out—not in luxury, but in purpose. Their white sprinter bus wasn’t glamorous, but it was home on wheels. Shelves lined with donated books. Warm golden lights overhead. And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir: “You are not hard to love.” “Your silence was never a flaw. It was a pause.” “We don’t rise to impress. We rise to breathe.”

******** Quote of The Day: "I felt like an animal, and animals don't know sin, do they?"

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.