Motivational Lyric Quotes Novels & Stories

The sun sleeps, dimming my days, Then comes the hoots warning our race. Even then, I felt this strange face, Wanting to take away my grace. -G -==- “Dreams are for those wide awake, ready to chase them,” Chessa murmured in her raspy voice the moment she opened her eyes. It suddenly became her mantra for the past few weeks. A way to cheer herself up. She got it from her grandma, who used to say those words to her since she was a little girl. It stuck and whenever she felt like she was on the verge of not giving a care, the words worked, and she would feel motivated.

“He had me around to make her jealous, to irk a reaction, some kind of response from her.” “And?” “I’m done playing the bitchy, white, racist, Park Avenue wife or girlfriend just because someone’s feelings aren’t being reciprocated. I’m done. I’m literally the fucking prize.” “And that folks is a real motivational, self love lecture right there. This is definitely worth your money!” He teased as though he was speaking to a listening audience. “That’s the spirit.” He said as she chuckled slightly. “I’m texting him. Thanks for the lessons, I quit. It’s over.” She said as she typed away.

• “She finds it hard to trust someone. She’s heard the words because’ they’ve all been sung. She’s the girl in the corner, she’s the one that nobody loved.” • “I can’t, I can’t, can’t stop thinking about you every day and you can’t, you can’t, you can’t listen to all the shit they say.” • “They don’t know you darling, don’t know that you’re amazing but I’m here to stay. I’m here to stay.” I looked at Ryan and smiled. He looked back at me before going into the chorus of the song. It puts me in awe how he listened to the song once and thereafter, he was able to capture and recall the lyrics perfectly.

And a song that refuses to stay where I put it. I take a breath. Play a chord. Then another. Muscle memory leads me into the lullaby’s opening progression before my brain can stop it. I freeze. “No,” I tell myself. Not that one. Not yet. I shift. New chords. A different melody, similar shape. It's a song about being tired, small, and furious at a world that tells you you’re lucky to be on your knees. Words start to thread themselves through my head. *They said be grateful for the spotlight / even if it burns your eyes / they said sign here, it’s just a footnote / they said don’t ask what you’re worth, just try…*

He won't hesitate to remind me that I deserve a better man like him. Slowly, I peeped at them and noticed they weren't looking in my direction. I read their lips. They weren't speaking to each other either. The situation must have been so overwhelming that they could not even utter a word. “Olivia, you can do this. Don't subject yourself to suffering.” I assured myself with words of encouragement. I had no idea what I was talking about, but I was hoping it would be helpful. I needed all the motivation I could get.

“...And that's why you need your loved ones now more than ever. I don't usually do this. Giving speeches. Motivational quotes and talks to anyone. But you, Lisa. You are special.” She glanced out the window, then back at me. “I have a hunch there’s a lot for you out there in the sky. You just have to reach out to the stars. Focus, work harder and boom!!! You will be a woman everyone talks about, and looks up to. Much like you look up to me.” I smiled, placing my palms over Mrs. Jocelyn's. “You think so highly of me, Mrs. Jocelyn. I am honoured.”

“And you’ll love me even more when the money hits.” I flopped back against the couch, covering my eyes. “Two days,” I mumbled. “What am I even doing?” Gia nudged me with her foot. “You’re being brave. And practical. And slightly terrified, which is exactly how bad bitches grow badder.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “You’re awfully philosophical tonight.” “I’ve been watching motivational videos,” she said solemnly. “I’m practically enlightened.” That made both of us laugh until tears formed at the corners of our eyes.

“This pain isn’t for you to stop… it’s for you to thrive.” I froze. It was my wolf again. She’s encouraging me again. I didn’t even know she was strong enough to whisper, but there she was, advising me. “Don’t quit now. One day, you’ll be proud of yourself for not giving up.” More tears came, but this time, not from pain entirely. Maybe, From… hope?

She sighed. "Your passion and resilience carved out the name for you," I began, giving motivational talks like a therapist. "Give it one more strike, let's see how far the flames can go." I gave her the push she needed.

She told Deirdre about many fun things and told Deirdre to reach out to her tomorrow when the car stopped. “Miss McKinnon, here’s a motivational quote. We should live every day being happy. You’re so beautiful, so why do you wear a sad face? If it’s a relationship problem, you don’t need to mind that at all because you have no lack of suitors. If it’s something else, it’s useless to be worried anyway. You just need to adjust your mentality and start fresh.”