Fahrenheit 451 Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

I read the same sentence three times. Rain leaned toward me. “You haven't turned the page.” “I am aware.” “You've been on that page for ten minutes.” “Rain.” “Yes?” I looked at her. She smiled innocently. “Go find something productive to do.” “I am.” I stared at her. She laughed. Mr. Green

“Now, listen to me. Show up at her workplace and bring her some foods. Or whatever she likes. She might probably push you at first, but remember, anything worth having is worth fighting for.” “What the fuck has gotten into you today?” “I’m in the middle of reading a motivational book. It was a quote by Susan Elizabeth Phillips, anyway.”

“‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.’ ” I hear Sebastian’s husky voice behind me, quoting the novel’s most famous line and turn my head to face him. Gosh, it was dark out already. Had I read the entire afternoon away? “You have read Wuthering Heights?” I ask him with a smile and put the copy of my book down on my lap. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards where I was seated, giving me a gorgeous Jake Gyllenhaal lopsided smile. If my heart had a face, I would punch it right now for its irregular beat. That smile, oh my gosh.

⸻ Then suddenly— The page burst into flames. The book screamed. ⸻ Reality screamed. ⸻ The sky cracked. ⸻ And the name vanished. ⸻ Gone. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Forever. ⸻ 💔 ⸻ 🌙 The Last Message The burning page released one final sentence. ⸻ A sentence directed only at Ilyaan. ❤️ ⸻ The letters glowed brightly. ⸻ Then slowly faded. ⸻ “The answer was never a word.”

Still nothing. I moved fast, slamming my fist into the man’s rib cage. The chair rocked slightly, the metal groaning under the strain. He grunted, but didn’t cry out. “You’re a fool,” I muttered, wiping the blood from my knuckles. “And fools die loud.” I turned away. "Diego," Antonioni's voice crackled in my earpiece. “Start with the middle one. Fourth chair.” I walked to the fourth man, the twitchy one, and knelt so we were eye to eye.

I thought about the coffee on my side of the counter. I thought about the rose bushes on the terrace. I thought about the book outside the door. I thought about forty-seven minutes at the back of a foundation meeting. I thought about I didn't want her near you. I thought about fingers finding fingers in the dark under a Carter family dinner table. I thought about Gerald. I thought about I know. I said: "You know what the evidence is." The specific and quiet words of it. He looked at me.

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So darling, please remember, do not play with fire. But for everyone's peace and offer your fears and fight for your freedom. Come back, order from the elders. Escape and we'll deal with your monsters. Keep your facade stronger and don't let anyone break your wall, Before anything could falter and hell would break loose. We'll be waiting, for your victory, Phoenix Sighing, I put the letter down and closed my eyes. Suddenly I felt dizzy from all of the things that I had thought. A ding from my phone brought me out of my dilemma as I walked back to the table and looked at my phone. Read had sent me a text message.

Morrigan's voice trembled. “It’s old enough that meaning no longer plays a role for him.” The librarian raised something. A hand. Or something similar. A huge figure of characters and shadows. Letters fell down from her like black rain. Phrases. Words. Names. Forgotten names. The sky over Nerevin darkened. Then the librarian spoke. Not loud. And yet it heard the whole city. A voice of a thousand voices. From millions. ‘THE LAST PAGE’. Mara felt the sound in her bones.

"You have two minutes." I kept my eyes on the water. Kept my pulse slow, forced it to match the unhurried crawl of the current beneath us. "Is it the right edition?" "First printing." She dragged on the cigarette, and the ember flared like a tiny furnace. "Pages are marked exactly how you asked."