Famous Quotes Character Novels & Stories

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

Sierra flared in embarrassment and quickly looked away. “So, um, what’s it like being an actor?” she muttered. “It must be fun. You get to play new characters and live a bunch of different lives,” “Yeah, I guess you can say that,” he laughed. “Acting is just… life, you know? Even Shakespeare said it. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women are the players,” Sierra looked up instinctively. That was her favorite Shakespeare quote. It was surreal to hear it being recited by someone else.

"What are you talking about? We closed all those loopholes." Sophia maintains her unwavering gaze, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "Did we?" she asked, her voice dripping with confidence. Noticing the shift in Alexander's demeanor, Sophia feels a surge of satisfaction. She turns to leave, but she swiftly moves back towards him. Close enough that he can catch a whiff of the light, alluring fragrance of her Chanel Les Exclusifs Gardenia. Sophia leans in, her eyes captivating as she whispers seductively, "You know, Mr. Stone, I love The Godfather too. But my favorite quote is spoken by Calo. Do you know which one that is? No?"

I turned to look at him, exhaling rapidly before I talked. “I know he won't make that mistake of attacking first again. And if he plans to, we act on the famous quotes.” I said as I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my palm. “What famous quote are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes were opened widely, raising an eyebrow and looking rather curious. I smirked a little, tilting my head to face the direction of the crib of my baby. “Never interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake,” I said slowly as if I were counting my words as they came out of my mouth. I adjusted on the bed, leaning forward a bit as I exhaled rapidly. Lucas took a deep breath as he licked his lips.

“Winifred Zea, I’ll let you see just how good I am today. You’re destined for last place today, and I will be the champion!” Tyr snorted. “You’re not afraid of losing your tongue from boasting too much, are you? It’s like the saying ‘your character determines your appearance’. People who don’t have character can never come up with anything decent!” Iris immediately got up and pointed at Tyr. “Tyr, who are you scolding?” “Whoever’s yelling.” Tyr glared at Iris. “You can point at me again if you dare.” Iris quivered. The image of Tyr punching a hole through the table resurfaced in her mind. “Who wants to waste time with a beggar and a wild man like you?”

“The person who, after a thousand years born with the blood that carries the poison that will lead everything to the will of the selfish God and chess player, OPHIUCHUS.” Now giggling as the name is someone that they three knew, but not as deeper than what he had. His tone and voice are cracking the dreaded way, as the pen finally finished writing the words that he all claims as the character and his very nature towards the last loop and seventh. With the identity and name that he stolen. “Now we are talking.” He once more giggles, and end with a sinister smile and whispering. “This is what kind of a character and nature that I wanted to be.”

"It's going to happen, people are going to talk and that's great. If people are talking, they're being entertained in one way or another, so carry on." I laughed as he quoted Superman's line. "Thanks, Superman," He grinned at me. I didn't know he knew this line by heart even at a young age. "It's getting late, I have to get going," he said as he looked at the time in our cuckoo clock. I nodded and walked him to the door. He was a few steps away when I call him. "Hey, Melvin," He turned to me, "Yes?" "I just wonder, what Disney princess am I?" I knew the answer to that, but I wanted to check. It's just fun and weird at the same time to hear what character I look like.

with his head bowed low Diego said, his whole body was filled with endless injuries, and there was no sign of it healing, obviously caused by the poisoned chains. “There’s nothing to be sorry about. Those who failed and betrayed the pack are the ones who should be sorry,” I said softly. “You’re all warriors who fought till the end, so never bow your heads low.” They lifted their chins, and I met their eyes with determination, hoping to instill some strength and courage in them. “Enough of the bravado talk already, and let’s get down to business!” Rebecca shouted, her hands clenched into fists, her voice tinged with urgency and frustration.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

Damian gave up on his sleep and didn't bother going out during cold midnight to buy her medicines. “Thank you, Dam,” she smiled nervously. “Here, some water.” “I don't know what happened in my mind. I don't know why I trusted him,” “We must make mistakes to build our personality,” Damian said as he helped her put on her warm pyjama. “I gave him my body,” Avery sighed. “I let him see me and touch me everywhere.” “He doesn't deserve you,” Damian said. “There is this quote I read before. Charlie Chaplin wrote it in a letter to his daughter.”