Iconic Vine Quotes Novels & Stories

His cold eyes remained, yet his lips slowly curved into a devilish smirk. Let's see if you can still say those words at our next meeting, Vestian. "Whoever fights with monster should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster and if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you," Celestin stated a quote out of the blue. "Remember my favorite quote I used to tell you, father?" "What the heck are you talking about, you futile child?"

the girl thought before swallowing hard. Seeing the flat expression in the rearview mirror, the man behind the wheel suddenly widened his smile. "Miss, would you like to hear my wife's favorite quote?" he asked curiously. "What is it?" “A flower never thinks of competing with the flower next to it. It just blooms.” In an instant, Mister Hunt's face flashed in Mia's mind. The driver's words reminded her of what the man who had given her blue flowers once said—about how a flower only needed to spread its petals to make a butterfly happy.

Leah always had an opinion. The day was sticky with humidity, and he slapped a mosquito off of his arm. Continuing to wander along the rows, he found one length of vine that was mostly intact. It was a small hope, in the grand scheme of things, but seeing those white buds bursting from the vines felt like the greatest of victories. At least there was something. At least they could harvest a few grapes. It wouldn’t be nearly enough, but Adam was determined not to despair entirely.

Jasmine vine stubborn and green despite winter. She stepped onto the terrace. Carried two mugs. Drank from one. Let the other cool. The sea murmured below. She smiled. Small. Real. Then she began the walk down to the cove. Not to search for anything. Simply to stand where the water met stone. To listen. To breathe. To wait for the next wave. It came. Bright. Unforgiving. Beautiful. And she met it without fear. Without apology. Without regret. Just present.

The vines screams slowly in the way my ears suddenly ring with pressure and guilt. I remember what the Mother Tree said: They don't hate that they just might be hungry. I slice through the vines cleanly, and this time I offer them something in return-a drop of blood on a leaf, pressed into the earth. "Let me pass. I seek only passage." The vines retreat, reluctantly. The path clears. Winthrop mutters, "Next time, let's take the road with fewer mouthy plants." I don't answer. My knees are shaking. But I keep walking.

Vines reached out tentatively, brushing against my ankles like affectionate cats. "What are you trying to tell me?" I whispered, kneeling to touch a particularly insistent patch of foxglove that was waving frantically in a non-existent breeze. Ava whined again, directing my attention to the massive oak. The pulling sensation drew me forward until I stood before its gnarled trunk, my palm pressed against the rough bark. *She calls to you.* The words weren't spoken aloud but seemed to form directly in my mind—a chorus of whispers from every plant in the garden, unified into a single message.

She found Joel still seated comfortably as he bobbed his head to the music in his ears. Shooting him a killing look, she sat on one of the chairs close to the door. The motivational posters of various colours that decorated the sky-blue painted walls caught her attention. And most of them, she observed, contained quotes from famous people. Some she had heard of and some she had read about. "A woman is like a tea bag; you never know how strong it is until it's in hot water." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt. That one made her smile. “The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." ~ Nelson Mandela

Thick vines are blocking our way. I looked at my sister when she grabbed my airpod once again. She has this confused look all over her face. "Shia. This is it? Dead end? A literal final destination, eh?" she asked, can't believe what she's seeing now. We both turned our head to the American guy when he kicked the vines hard. It just created a small hole until the vines made its way on its own. I blinked my eyes. "Ehh?" I heard Era.

the unexpected things are bound happen. Putting the box on my back that I dig from a while ago, I can say that the vines are slow but it is still approaching where I am. I am not sure if its target is really my hands or the real reason why those vines are doing it is because they wanted me to remove my hold from the box that they are guarding. Hah, what a mess. “I just wanted to take it, why are you even mad about it?” I annoyingly ask those vines as if they can understand what I am telling. I may look like some weird guy talking to himself again but it is not like one would be around here to watch me in the first place. Surely, there won't be a fool that would be here, right?

Our service begins and I listen to the vows from Sebastian. He starts with an Einstein quote, it makes me smile. He knows how much I have respect for that man. "When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again." "Ava my darling, mi carina I didn't fall in love with you, I walked into love with you with my eyes wide open