Glass Ellen Hopkins Quotes Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We’re taking it a day at a time.” “That’s the best way to do things,” Brown proclaimed. “Epicurus said, ‘Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.’” Sarah grinned. Brown had an incredible brain for memorization, and always had a few words of wisdom from a philosopher at the ready. “I’ve missed your quotes.”

Her words struck a chord within me, and I couldn't help but think of my mother even if Lucille’s fortune cookie wisdom quote was a direct jab at Edmond. As she began to fix my makeup, she continued to talk, sharing some invaluable insights about love and relationships. "You deserve to be with someone who makes you feel happy and secure," she said gently, her touch light and comforting. "If someone is causing you pain and uncertainty, it's essential to take a step back and evaluate whether they're truly right for you."

The tweeting birds and the chirping squirrels added some kind of nostalgia as I looked at the tall trees that lined the path leading to the exit of the small woods. I made a mental note to ask my builders to come create me a cottage like Elder Hugh's so that I could enjoy what he enjoys often. "They say that you speak like you are sure of what you are saying when you have no proof of it," I heard Elder Hugh say. I turned from the window to the old man and watched as he picked a bottle of wine from his wine rack and turned to the cabinet beside it. "And you believe this quote to be one that was not influenced by external forces?" I asked the elder. Hugh laughed as he skillfully removed two wi

“Remind yourself of the love you have for your father. Once you acknowledge that your love for him still resides in your heart, even if he is no longer here, you will find him and your happiness again.” She jerked upright, glancing at him as if she had been stung by a bee. Confusion flickered in her eyes. “Where did you hear that? Is it a famous quote from a film?” “I don’t watch movies, sweetheart,” he replied with a smirk. “Why?” “Years ago, someone said this to me. I was dead drunk. By the next morning, his face had vanished from my memory, but his words remained etched in my heart. They truly helped me a lot!”

He leads her to the garden and announces her arrival “Mrs. Elizabeth Timbers.” She smiles as she goes in, we see Nathaniel snr tending to some of the flowers in his garden with utmost care and love. “Ellie, Flowers always make people better, happier, and more helpful; they are sunshine, food, and medicine for the soul.” “That’s very beautiful” “Well tell that to Luther Burbank not me.” He adds “It is his quote after all, anyways, to what pleasure do I owe this visit?” “It’s not a bad thing to have a chat with my in-law is it?”

When she noticed that Amber didn’t get what she said, she explained, “Just like the way it is posted on a glass door. Mind the glass-Mind the door.” “Oh!” Amber said when she finally got what the woman was trying to say. “I must have missed seeing that.” The woman raised her head to look at Amber properly. “What did you see then?” she asked and Amber arched her brows as she tried to recollect what she saw at the glass and she parted her lips to speak. “Let the books take you into the world of the unknown.” The woman stared at Amber and said, “If you can read that then you must be here for something. But from the look of it, it seems that thing brought you here.”

he stammered, "for some girl we aren't even sure will survive-" "Come on!" Ellen unconsciously pinched her husband and he flinched slightly, "don't talk like that. She'll make it, okay? Let's keep believing, let's keep being optimistic. She'll make it. And she's not some girl, don't you feel connected to her already?"

“Some stories don’t; the best stories are the ones that stay with you after the last line in the epilogue, in your favorite quotes. In the words that repeat themselves in your mind while you do the most normal things: riding a bike, eating a pancake, listening to music.” It struck me how honest my words were, how strange they made me feel. But even in that strange honesty, I felt a sense of comfort and peace. Her hazel eyes stared back at me, shining with something I couldn’t want to paint or sketch. By the time I finished, the entire class remained silent. Professor Coraline nodded, her smile bright as she typed away at her laptop. I leaned back in my seat, the words I’d just spoken playing

Never Again 🌷 “It has been said, 'time heals all wounds'. I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.” Rose Kennedy ~•~ •X A V I E R•

Not a congratulatory note. But… a poem. Handwritten. Bold black ink on crisp white linen paper. The lines felt like echoes from a nearly forgotten time—like her own voice. > “When rain taps on glass, I hear the whispers left unfinished. It wasn’t love that died, But faith beaten down by time.” Evelyn stiffened. This... was a poem she had written years ago—a poem she had never posted, never shared publicly. She had written it in her leather-bound journal, pages only ever shown to one person—William.