Lifes Amazing Secrets Novel Quotes Novels & Stories

“Holding secrets… holding truth… even when life feels impossible to understand…” I clenched the paper slightly. “There’s still so much left for you to learn, my child…” My chest tightened. “Reality is not what it seems.” A pause. “She always talked like that…” I muttered. “Like everything was a puzzle.” I kept reading. “There’s a reason behind everything that happens in this life…” “There’s a reason you lived…” “A reason I lived…” My hands started shaking. “And I hope… someday… you can forgive me.” Forgive her?

"Don't say I didn't offer. What are we going with?" "I say truth," Law states. Jeremiah and Jackson nod and Ezekiel reaches into the bowl. He unfolds the paper, smiles when he reads what's on it. "What in your web browser would be embarrassing if someone saw it?" he reads. "Okay, guess I'll go first. Um, I have a folder in my bookmarks bar titledHands." We all burst out laughing. "What the hell does that even mean?" Laury asks. "Hey, hey. I just had to tell the truth. Not explain."

A bouncy and well-mannered son who was on the same wavelength as her. He is also the man who gave her a new lease on life, making her feel like she could do anything and that she was no different from anyone else out there. “We are just different from the rest because we are special and not abnormal,” he has always said, “as a result, we should treasure everything we have and have complete faith in ourselves. So never look down on yourself because this fool will always be by your side every step of the way.”

It Runs In The Family Thalia What the actual fuck???? Thalia was making her way through the dream scape, throwing her secret message around like fucking confetti when she sensed something so alluring she knew it had to be some kind of gift from the gods. It was warmth, it was like chocolate fucked peanut butter then rolled in Carmel, sex on fire. It was a hum that made her toes curl a bit. So..she ran to it. not walked but...ran. She could hear things more clearly now, she was stepping into somewhere new, and somewhere new had a deep husky voice mumbling something, grunting quiet moans.

Maybe I should try to talk to her with my mind again. ("If you can hear me, try to talk back to me in your head.") I see her tense; it was barely noticeable. She looked around slightly alarmed. I smiled at her. She was looking around, not really scared but curious. Then she closed her eyes and I heard her reply in my mind. ("This is seriously getting creepy. Are you real? Or am I legitimately going crazy?") I can’t stop watching her. ("I promise you're not crazy. I am in the café with you. I did tell you I would find you.") ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious. "Libro Vitae, please show me where Alastair is hiding," I asked. The book hummed in response. Libro Vitae became warm in my hands. The cover opened, pages flipped continuously until they suddenly stopped. The words on the page jumped off the paper, floating into the air, wrapping themselves around me. In a blink of an eye, I was pulled into the book. Light flooded my vision. Every sound echoed around me. Voices raced past me, speaking in riddles. Some shouting, screaming, others a dull whisper. Libro Vitae's voice became louder as I watched the trees form around me.

" The dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", a voice whispered. I tried to look around but everywhere and everything was pitch black. " The dark is always comforting, for those who bear great secrets", it whispered again and I tried searching around, totally lost in the darkness. i was certain my eyes were open, but with how everywhere was dark, I decided to bring my fingers to my eyes to verify and the sharp pain I felt when my finger grazed my left eye made me quite sure enough that my eyes were not closed.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

Flipping through the pages of the book gently, I read through then flip again. In some moments, I have read a whole lot of pages. Entering a new chapter of the book, I find it so interesting, especially the topic. I came across a saying that shocked me when I read almost to the end of that paragraph, "one that held the key to salvation," I couldn't believe a book would contain that kind of line. I read further then, found an hidden truth in the book. I didn't think such a book would contain something powerful than I thought.

“The bravest thing is to keep going when you don’t know what you’re going toward.” “Some people come into your life as blessings and some come as lessons. Try to know the difference.” He turned pages. Recipes. Actual recipes in the margins of the notebook. A curry. Something with plantain. Notes about quantities, more of this, less of that, don’t tell whoever you learned this from that you changed it. He almost smiled. More quotes. More recipes. A list of places she wanted to go. New York. Lagos. Lisbon. He stopped on Lisbon.