Novel & Cerita Mind Blow Quotes

Prologue Breathe in through the nose, out through the mouth. Strike harder, faster, no hesitations. A simple slip-up is the only difference between life and death. I grunted as I stepped forward, thrusting all my weight into my next blow. The sound of metal on metal filled the air. Sweat dripped down my brow; I ground my teeth as I pushed forward. You have to be better than your opponent. Anticipate every movement, and keep your mind focused and clear. Even on the brim of exhaustion, you must give it your all, and never show your weakness. Never show your opponent what cards you hold in your hand.

*punch* *punch* His death should be the cruellest death in this history. I want to give him that. *punch* *punch* *punch* I will give him the most painful death. I WILL! *hard punch* *bag torn and sand fell with a 'whoof' sound* Yes! Just like this bag, you will fall on my mother's feet, lifeless! I promised that faceless monster in my imagination. I sighed and removed the layer hanging and replaced it with a new bag and continued to work out my anger. While I was at the verge of breaking the fifth bag, The door to my small gym slammed opened and my mom sighed in relief.

Determined, I kept striking, focusing solely on the satisfying impact of each blow. "I'll make damn sure," I panted between blows, "that I will never see you again, you fucking bastard!"

My vision gets blurs. Voices echo in my mind, distant but clear. Mocking, cruel. “Noah is incapable of love.” “You should be grateful if you can receive a shred of love from anyone because you are not worth anything.” “No one will ever love you.” I squeeze my eyes shut, but the words remain. They cut through me like a blade, each syllable deepening wounds that never really healed. I grip the glass so tightly I almost expect it to shatter. Maybe I want it to. Maybe that will cause me to feel a bit of relief.

Nathan looked Crystal in the eyes and said, “You are the first woman to hit me. You should be afraid.” Crystal: “I won’t be the last. There are lots of people that want to hit you. After all, you look stupid.” Nathan chuckled and said, “Stupid is as stupid does.”

"You wouldn't dare touch me If I wasn't chained. You know that yourself. Well, it's just like you to glory in situations like this and I don't blame you because that's what weak people do. Release me and see what — " I was yet to complete my speech when a punch came in contact with my chin. My head whipped to the side and I winced a bit at the stinging pain. "Shut up!" "I speak the truth." I turned to look at him, a smile on my lips. "Don't you like to hear the truth?"

she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better, you don’t have to beat yourself up everyday because you can’t see, you are still the Nathan that the world knows and the world awaits more from you” “Babe…” he whispered but he could not get the words out of his mouth, he wasn’t expecting her to do this for him, this was the first time and it was beautiful. “Should I tell you another quote from the book?” “Hmmm” he nodded, “i really want to hear it” “Don't take life too seriously. Punch it in the fa

But I nod, letting him know his assessment is correct. “Then let’s get to work,” Blaze says quietly, leaning closer to me, his eyes kind and wrinkling at the corners. “There is nothing for processing difficult thoughts like movement in the body. Come – we will beat the sadness out of you.” And then to prove his point, he whips his hand up and gives me a fairly hard smack on the arm that makes me stumble to the side even as it makes me laugh. “Hey!” I say, coming back to the center and grinning at my teacher. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to hit sad girls?”

“Like, bro, I *am* unhinged. That’s the entire reason I’m pretending to be a guy . One more bullshit day and I’m yeeting my ass into the fountain just to feel anything besides this binder slowly turning my organs into paste.” Mira snorted so hard she choked on her own spit. The phone almost flew out of her hand she caught it like it was a live grenade. “You’re dramatic as fuck. Also your punches are garbage. You hit like a toddler who’s mad the piñata fucked his mom and won’t share the candy.”

The only person who is able to subside this tornado , to subside my anger is the person who caused this anger. I tilt my head back and enjoy the pain I feel , as the alcohol brew burns its way down my throat. I throw the cup behind me , I hear glass shatter. I feel my lungs expand before I let out a blood curdling scream , and when I stopped to catch my breath I could hear my echo.