Novel Reading Quotes Novels & Stories

Foreign 'In the early times.... before technology got modernized a young soul got trapped on a photograph.' "Impossible but continue." Kade quoted form a book believed to be written by an elemetalist scholer, years back since it was found in the library. "That's bullshit. Why are you reading that book?" Gordon bounced the basket ball, still paying close attention. He was still not willing to put his wife's life in danger to satisfy a board house husband. "Shut up... We all know that you a coward, I love."

Gazing back towards the book, it felt as if something was pushing me towards it. I got up and walked towards the book. Placing it on my lap I noticed that the cover was filled with complicated detailing. The material felt rough, it felt old but well-taken care of. The colors were a mixture of ash grey, gold, and specks of white, the title was written in crimson red. Taking a bite from my food, I opened the first page of the book. ---------- [Chapter Quote: "Her soul belongs to words and books. Every time she reads, she is home ."]

“Tessa.” “I need to get to the library,” I say and make a U-turn, shuffling down the hallway like Uzain Bolt. If I am fast enough, I will make a photocopy of the chapters we will be reading today. I can get the whole novel later. Ben used a photocopy for The Old Man And The Sea, I should be allowed to do the same for this text.

How could Austin come up with the term? Unfortunately, those boring books were my fun. I love reading stories as it felt like pulling me into a new world. Because of that, I often found it refreshing after finishing a book, even though sometimes I would be devastated by their tragedy. And this novel, I hoped, could be a refreshment, although I doubted it. I had read the blurb and it seemed a complipated story. I enjoyed my own company, reading the novel while having a hot tea. It was such a perfect combination. It could warm me up, body and soul.

"No goodbyes, you are up high. Red carnation was the quote unlove, the red heart was fully broke from love." ... I closed my book as I look forward to the stacks of books on the table that I have read earlier. Everything was calm as it is. I hope so, "Prince Edward, please head into the living room right now. Your Father would want to see and talk to you" I nodded as I headed out of the Hawthorn Library to go to the Living room to see Father. While walking in the hallway, maids and servants were trembling with fear in their eyes as they continued to work. What's the matter?

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."

I ask not knowing what they expect to do while Matteo's tutor is here. "Oh, whatever you like, sweetie; Matteo will only be gone a few hours." She stated this before hastily retreating around the corner, Matteo's little hand waving farewell to me. Well ok then... **** I'm currently sitting down in the sitting room reading one of my favourite books Pride and prejudice. I mean it's so beautifully written. A blanket was draped over my lap, and the fire in front of me kept me warm and comfortable as I read. The scent of burning wood from the fireplace soothed me into the leather chair. I smile when I read my favorite quote from the book. "You have bewitched me body and soul. And I -"

Am I the only one that thinks reading a novel is like watching a movie but in your head? I love how writers describe things and make them so realistic. I sat on the couch with my my back resting again on the backrest of it, my knees made a right angle, feet flat on the floor, and legs uncrossed. I held the book with my right hand and the left is a black coffee I asked Margarita; the maid to make for me earlier, coffee goes with everything, books especially. The book wasn’t too close to my face neither it was too far, just leveled to avoid any headache. I always have headache when I zoom my eyes in full concentration. As I flipped to the next page, I took a sip of coffee and continued reading

Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it. "So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly. I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun. "You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked

“I….“ her voice trailed off when he halted her. “Rather than reading the book word for word, why don’t you tell me the famous quotes from them. From the look of things, you really love that and I am thinking that is why you read? Audrey was feeling skeptical about it, she didn’t know it if was the right thing to do at the moment. Telling her favorite quotes from the book could make him more angry but she didn’t know if she was even allowed to say no to him. “I am waiting, Audrey” his voice filtered through her ear and she jolted back to reality. “Sure, I wrote them at the back of the book. I will read it to you” She flipped to the back of the book which was filled with her writing and heaved