Burn Book Quotes Novels & Stories

She glanced at it once, then threw it into the fire. I drifted over and caught one line of it before it burned: If you are living well, I will never trouble you again, in this life or any other. The flame licked up the page, and the words twisted, blackened, and crumbled to ash.

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.

" “Kendrick, if you haven't seen them in a really long time, don't believe these things. He's probably changed in a really good way that you don't know about." "You're probably right Loretta, but one thing I'm extremely sure about is my aunty. There's no way she's changed." "Why do you think that?" Loretta asks, puzzled. She's the speaker and writer of all these motivational talks and quotes. You've probably heard of 'Bay Books. " "No, I'm sorry, I haven't really needed to read any of them. I'm my own motivator. " "That's impressive. Well, when she talks, she does these things with stages, like she's reading from one of her books. "

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

Maybe the facade only looks small with the help of optical illusion. I didn't speak. I looked around and there were many books scattered there. There is also a cauldron over the fire inside the fireplace. Something was brewing and the ladle was spinning and mixing the liquid. I tried not to be amazed but even so, I was still amazed by everything I was seeing. "Sicario, is he the one you say is your grandson?" Merlin asked Grandpa. Grandpa smiled. He looks proud like I am some kind of a prized possession.

"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."

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:

Let them gather their smiles like fools gathering kindling. ‎ ‎Because when it burns— ‎ ‎It’ll be glorious.

> “You were born to burn, Elowen.” > The words settled into my bones, a terrifying truth. “I didn’t ask for fire,” I whispered, my voice thin and fragile in this vast landscape. “I only ever wanted peace.” > “And yet, fire lives within you, little star. The kind that can raze entire kingdoms to ash. Or, conversely, the kind that can rise from ruin to save them.” >

“The Flamecarriers are leaving tomorrow.” “I know,” she said, coming to stand beside him. “They asked me to write them a code,” he added. “Not a rulebook. Just a promise.” Serena tilted her head. “What did you write?” He handed her the paper. “We do not burn to destroy. We burn to remember. And where there is memory—there is light.” She read it once. Twice. Then folded it and tucked it against her chest. “It’s perfect.” A Dream of Fire