Novel Reading Quotes Novels & Stories

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

I sat myself down on the thin bed she had on the floor, seeing an alarm clock that had a setting of 3:30 am while she had a few books scattered throughout the area. 'The Great Gatsby' 'Nicholas Nickelby' 'Catcher in the Rye' along with a few I didn't recognize, yey they were all classics. All things that just showed how truly remarkable she was. Thumbing through the novels I was taken aback by the amount of notes she had within the margins, she was truly a remarkable person, brilliant at that. Her compassion through her hardships, her sheer unwavering love or want to be kind to others even when shunned for most of her life just proves that she was always meant to be Luna, my Luna.

“Want a glass of wine?” “Sure.” “Red or white?” “Whichever you prefer.” I opened a bottle of merlot, poured us each a glass, and came to join Benji where he stood in the living room, scanning the bookcases between the two big bay windows on the outer wall. There were a lot of old classics—Hemingway, Shakespeare, Poe, Dickens, Twain, Wilde. Handing him his glass, he lifted it to his lips to take a sip. “See something you like?” I asked, nodding at the bookcase.

Jane felt as if her brain had been deep-fried. "So where are you at with A Tale of Two Cities?" Lucy asked to fill the silence. "I'm getting to 150 pages now," Jane said. "What are you reading for your book report?" "Oh, I'm reading The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde," Lucy said proudly. "I love Oscar Wilde. So many lines to live by. Like: 'It is silly of you, for there is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about.'"

She won’t ask me not to show up again, will she? "Sometimes tears can ease the pain in one's heart... This phrase is from "Who Killed Midnight", isn't it?" Even though she had calmed down, the redness surfaced on her face again from embarrassment. Only after hearing the young man use another phrase from that book did she remember where the first one was from. Jake wanted to slap himself. JUST QUIT MUTTERING BOOK QUOTES, YOU WEIRDO!! She will find out this way. But he couldn’t deny it. The question was more of a rhetorical one. It would be useless to deny anything.

“What kind of books do you read?” “Book,” Katie said. “Just one book.” She pulled Anna Karenina from one of the bags. She saw it through the eyes of a stranger, ripped and falling apart. But that only made Katie love it more. “I don’t have the whole thing memorized, of course, considering it’s 864 pages. But I know all the good stuff.” “What is your favorite line?” Zoe stared at her intensely, like she really wanted to know the answer. Katie hesitated, embarrassed by the attention. “’All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.’”

CHARLOTTA "You're really working your ass out." Bella gave me a pitying shake of her head while I continued to glare at the book I was reading. "Are you even listening to me?" She lost her temper. My head came up from the book. "Of course, why not?" "From what I recall, ever since I've been speaking with you, you have been reading that blasted novel. What makes reading words enjoyable for people?” "Because it's awesome." I replied.

I said referring to the novel in his hand. "Yeah i'm almost done with it,it's also great" Mig said and continued reading. I don't want to rush this novel,i want to savor every bit of it. I'm a fast reader,i could finish reading a novel in an hour but not like this novel..It seems unique. Did i just say i'm a fast reader? How did i know that?...cause this novel seems my first..Or; Have i read any novel before this? Am i a lover of novels? I asked myself trying hard to remember but i felt a sharp pain tore through my head...I cried out.

The sight of new releases from my favorite authors made my heart race. One, two, five, eight books piled in my arms until they reached my jaw and I couldn't hold another without dropping them. "'I'm fucking you because I can't stand not fucking you another second. Haven't you figured it out yet? I'm yours.'" My eyebrows shot up as I turned to find Lucien holding an open book, reading aloud. "These are the kind of books you read?" He grabbed another and flipped the pages. "'She loved the darkness in his eyes, the pleasure he gave her, the way he stopped to watch when she whimpered and wriggled.' Fascinating."

In the dim light of the shop's lamps, they read together, absorbing the inspiring words and recalling their memories of Alana. Although they know that challenges still await out there, but for now, they enjoy this moment of togetherness, showing that even in the midst of adversity, they can still find happiness and strength in friendship and love for literature. As they read together, laughter and stories flow freely. They savor every page of the book, carried away by the stories that relive sweet memories with Alana. "I always love this part," said one of Johan's friends, pointing to a quote in the book. "It always reminds me of Alana's advice about life and love."