Dramas Quotes Novels & Stories

“Make sure you’re still breathing when that happens. I’m not in the habit of confessing secrets to headstones.” He laughed and God help me, it still made my knees feel like they’d been doused in fire. “Always the dramatics, Dianna.” “I’m not dramatic,” I shot back, straightening my jacket. “I just live vividly.”

Diana let out a long, exaggerated sigh, still slumped against the wall like her bones had given up on life. “I swear…” she muttered, staring at the ceiling, “if I survive this place, I deserve a medal. Or a vacation. Or therapy. All three.” Alessia gave her a soft look, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised. “You’re dramatic,” she said calmly. Diana turned her head slowly. “And you’re enabling me.” Alessia snorted. “Get up, drama queen. You still have work to do.”

“After that. Something about being diseased?” “He will hang upon him like a disease?” I furrowed my brow. “Are you saying Kam is hanging on me like a disease? Will I wish for the pestilence that runs presently mad?” Kimia giggled at how well I can quote that play. It is my favorite, and every author should have a favorite Shakespeare play. “Yes! Except I’m the one who wishes you’d caught the pestilence known as Nate instead of my brother if it means watching the two of you makeout all the fucking time!”

"That's a quote, isn't it?" Her mouth opens, and her eyes widen on him. "Yes Master, it is." Gazing out of the window, he rubs his nose. "I know the reference, but for the life of me, I can't think where from." Charlotte's eyes are glossing.... What's going on here? Michael exchanges a look with me, shrugging and shaking his head. She almost whispers. "It's from 'The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.' taken from Heinlein's 'Time Enough for Love'."

In the emergency room, a nurse shouted anxiously, "The patient has no will to survive. The resuscitation isn't working!" A doctor responded, "Wait. Her heartbeat is coming back! Call her family! If they say a few words to encourage her, we might be able to bring her back!" Mom's phone suddenly rang. She picked it up, and from the other end came an urgent voice, "Are you Flora Saddler's family? She's in an extremely critical condition. We're still trying to resuscitate her. Could you say a few words to encourage her?" Mom froze for a moment. Her expression shifted slightly before settling into even deeper disgust.

Helpless desire grows with each touch before the inevitable mating of body and soul. " Stop! Stop!! Stop. . . Daydreaming. What am I even thinking of It is disgusting." " What that Diana?" Juliet asked. Princess Diana looked around and smiled. " Don't worry. You don't need to bother yourself. It is nothing to worry about. Let's just have fun."

“After that. Something about being diseased?” “He will hang upon him like a disease?” I furrowed my brow. “Are you saying Kam is hanging on me like a disease? Will I wish for the pestilence that runs presently mad?” Kimia giggled at how well I can quote that play. It is my favorite, and every author should have a favorite Shakespeare play. “Yes! Except I’m the one who wishes you’d caught the pestilence known as Nate instead of my brother if it means watching the two of you makeout all the fucking time!”

An inspiring quote once said, 'when we think that all is really lost, when all is dire and just bleak, there is another hope rising again'. "I'm so worried here! Stop acting like a child for once! Your grandfather died and everyone thought it was you. But, there are still some people like me and Sebastian who believe in you. So, please. Please. Talk to us. ." Yet, even with that outburst from his wife, Dionysus still acted like insanity had consumed him. Zoey could only sob again.

Oh, her lips are tasty. Me- Shut up! I’m kiss my mate. Duke- I don’t get my mate for a while. Let me taste her a little. “Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Anderson rolls his eyes. “Balthasar, Benedick, Cassius, Fenton, Hortensio, Hamlet, Malcolm.” “What, are you reading a list?” Carter asks. Duke- Anderson is not smart enough to know all of those off the top of his head. If he is, I retract my dumbass comment.

the one who had suggested in killing me responded. “You're crazy!” One whisper-yelled. “What do you see in that man?” “Riches and the chance to be a Luna,” answered the evil plotter. “Just let her be, she'd die anyways,” one said dryly, and just then I felt darkness snatching me away.