Novel Reading Quotes Novels & Stories

I couldn't remember reading a book about pleasing females with cheesy words. "I mean your novel." And my eyes instantly rounded in disbelief. But Eliot's following statement cleared my doubt. "I read your novel." "You didn't." "I did. I tried to read some when you were gone." "You didn't!" I exclaimed louder than before. It was so unbelievable. Eliot read a novel? I never witnessed one. "I did, baby." I squinted my eyes, still in disbelief at his statement. "It's okay, El. Don't try too hard to please me." I said in the hope of unmasking his lie.

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

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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.

The handwriting looked feminine, and even though the ink had faded, the words were readable. The first sentence caught my eyes. "My dearest Zion, my one and only mate" I read it aloud. Zion had a mate? I reread the sentence again, the info catching me by surprise, before moving my eyes to the next sentence. "If you are reading this, then it means you have reopened your favourite novel again. I pray that you have found it before it is too late."

"No women ever shot her man while he was doing dishes." ~ Author unknown. - "Everyday. I couldn't be happy if I didn't see him everyday. He is absolutely necessary to me." Lucia read a quote from The picture of Dorian Gray. She vaguely smiled, this book meant so much to her. It was the book she once shared with him, a book that later hurt her because of the character he had compared her to but she loved it now. There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going.

“Only if you read it out loud.” I raised a brow. “Really?” “Yeah,” he said, pulling me closer. “I like your voice. And I like the way your mouth moves when you’re focused.” I rolled my eyes, but my cheeks heated anyway. I reached over, grabbed the worn novel, and settled back on his chest. He rested one hand on my thigh and the other behind his head, looking completely at peace. I flipped to the first page and started reading. It was a story where a girl leaving a town that no longer felt like home, finding herself in unfamiliar places, learning how to build something new from all the pieces that used to hurt.

I am currently living a peaceful life, and admiring Ethan would be a disaster for me,' I thought, laying a conclusion to my contemplation. They all started weeding under the hot sun, which makes one's throat itch for cold water. I found a shed under the tree as I was busy reading a novel titled "All-Around The Town". It was almost an hour when I heard Quadri's voice. " Hero, we are busy working here but you are reading a novel. If you cannot even assist us, tell us what the novel is about, hopefully, it would be interesting", he said with beads of sweat all over his face.

“‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.’ ” I hear Sebastian’s husky voice behind me, quoting the novel’s most famous line and turn my head to face him. Gosh, it was dark out already. Had I read the entire afternoon away? “You have read Wuthering Heights?” I ask him with a smile and put the copy of my book down on my lap. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards where I was seated, giving me a gorgeous Jake Gyllenhaal lopsided smile. If my heart had a face, I would punch it right now for its irregular beat. That smile, oh my gosh.

I said. “So,” he said simply and pushed the door open. I followed him in. Grayson pulled a book out. Read the back. Put it back. Pulled another. I watched him. “This one,” he said. Holding it up. I read the title. A novel. The kind with a character on the cover looking at something just out of frame. “What made you choose it?” I said. “The first line,” he said. He opened it and read quietly. “He had spent so long building walls that when they finally came down he didn’t know whether to feel free or exposed.”