Booktok Quotes Novels & Stories

Author Tina Nwuba: “Don't forget to leave a comment, my awesome readers. The book is getting quite tense already. Haha. <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>” By the way, Nathan is a confused soul (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠).

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

"No women ever shot her man while he was doing dishes." ~ Author unknown. - "Everyday. I couldn't be happy if I didn't see him everyday. He is absolutely necessary to me." Lucia read a quote from The picture of Dorian Gray. She vaguely smiled, this book meant so much to her. It was the book she once shared with him, a book that later hurt her because of the character he had compared her to but she loved it now. There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going.

"Do you know the password?" I sighed and rubbed my temples. "No, that's what I've been trying to find out. It has something to do with the inscription my mom left me in this book…but I can't figure it out for the life of me." Simon set the laptop back down on my bed and grabbed the book instead, reading it's words out loud. "To Alice: Life is beautiful, precious, and worthy of awe." His eyes then turned to me. "What have you tried?" "Respectlife, passionate, trust…You name it, I've tried it." I groaned. "I have no idea."

I am crazy… in fact, I have always been so crazy about Jacob but I just never realized it until now. I walk around the library in search of a book I can read to get my mind off all my worries. This is what Jacob taught me, he said and I quote “Books are like a free therapy in a fairytale, once you get intrigued by them you find yourself in a world where no one will judge you and there, you will find peace…. lots of them” I can hear his voice in my head telling me that. I smile, reminiscing about the times Jacob and I spent together, his words always comforting and soothing.

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!”

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.

Inside, the coarse cheap carpet on the floor felt comfortable, while students were at computers doing book searches or surfing the web. As vampires can sniff the blood from far away, book lovers like me can inhale the fragrance of books just the same. I entered and found myself surrounded by thousands of books. Suddenly, my eyes landed on a poster saying, I do believe something magical can happen when you read a good book. - J. K. Rowling. Now that’s the energy I was talking about that wanted me to wake up in the morning. I felt so excited when I read different quotes in this beautiful place. While roaming from here to there, I heard a noise.

“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.

I said softly. She unwrapped it with the same gentleness, peeling back the paper to reveal a small bronze bookmark wrapped in tissue. It was old, beautifully engraved, with a quote etched in elegant lettering: You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. — Jane Austen. Annie went completely silent, running her fingertips across the metal like she was trying to memorize every curve. "Nate…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's beautiful."