Every Last Word Book Quotes Novels & Stories

And I would sit quietly on the couch, listening to him tell me all his problems with my chin on my hand. He would always say, "Winnie, you're always my best listener." Later, Sydney had returned from abroad with a burning passion. The next time I quietly listened to him talk, he began to say, "Winnie, why are you always just a listener? You don't understand my world at all." I stood on the balcony in the breeze all night on the day I heard those words, I understood then. He didn't love me anymore.

I spoke. When his stare felt too intense for me, I went back to looking at my half-eaten food. “What’s your favourite quote?” I smirked at that one, “Kill first, die last.”

*Flashback Off "Regret always comes last!" "God..." "I love him so much!" ~Next Chapter~ ________________ ___________________

"Any last word for the audience?" I mused on his question for a while before I decided on my last words. "No matter what it is, never take anything for granted." The audience remained silent so I added, "That investment you made with very little, even if it's a dollar, don't take it for granted. It might become your most profitable investment in the far or near future."

Sunlight streamed through the window onto the back of my hand, feeling warm and pleasant. I looked up, met Alice's sincere gaze, and slowly said, "Officer, your wish will come true. From now on, we will both be safe and sound and live long lives." As soon as I said that, a gentle spring breeze blew outside the window. Magnolia petals drifted down from the trees, scattering fragrant beauty all over the ground. I knew I never had to stay silent anymore.

"Don't know; there was some kind of emergency that interrupted her class." "Uhh," I nodded, and I took a sip from my water can, still feeling tired and dizzy. "Hey, are you ok"? "Yeah, I'm fine, just dizzy from all the running". He nodded and began to read a book titled "The Gathering Storm." I glanced from him to the book and back to the book again. "Success is not final; failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that count," I quoted. "Easy tiger, I know you read this book; you don't have to prove it to me," he winked.

I said and accelerated the car to go faster. "Hell? Owen you are, gonna get us killed with this speed" "I wasn't lying about going to hell anyways. I'm just glad that you are coming with me" I smirked and turned on the car stereo and Dax - 'last words' popped out of the car speakers. ?What would your last words be? If someone put a gun to your head ?And said you had two minutes before they shoot ?Here are mine ?Wish I can go and revisit the evil I

Their smiles seemed to move, as if whispering one last message to those who still carried their story in their hearts: “No darkness lasts forever. No love is ever truly lost. We are home.” The screen faded to white. And beneath the final glow of sunlight, golden letters appeared: “The End.”

To the very last sentence; “So let me make this clear, for you and your kind: This is my story. And it’s not for you to edit!” The last words hit loud and clear. Like a bell. The kind you would see at a temple or some sort, that as used to announce when it was time to pray. Or rather in this sense, that praying time was over! Whichever way, “She’s mad,” I echoed under my breath, voice low but a smile slowly spreading on my lips.

He says with a small smile and weakly squeezes my hand. “What can I do for you to make you feel better?” “Read to me.” He gestures to a book on his nightstand. “I always liked your voice. Read to me, for the first time.” “And for the last time.” I say. I take the book and clear my throat, getting ready to read. There is just one page left so I read, “As I lie here, waiting for the time I leave this world, what I carry with me are not the memories of the battles I fought and won, it isn’t the power I had in my hands, it isn’t the titles I earned. No. what I carry with me are the memories of the people, my people. The friends I loved and lost, the girl I had and lost, the people I had and push