Novel Reading Quotes Novels & Stories

From a young age, I have always dreamed of writing a book that people all over the world would want to read. I once heard someone say, "If you are a writer and people don’t read your books, then you have written a journal." This quote stuck with me and made me realize that the real goal of writing is to create something that others want to read and enjoy.

And why did I feel like she was reaching out to me from beyond the grave? Damn it, Chiara! You're thinking about this too much. I opened the book to the first page, my eyes landing on the familiar opening line. "There was no possibility of taking a walk that day." I smiled despite myself, feeling in the familiar words of the book. I've read these words a hundred times, but each time, they felt new. They were the beginning of a story that had carried me through the darkest moments of my life. These words, were home. With a smile, I turned the page. And froze.

I heared my phone beep and I looked to see a notification from Racheal, it was a photo and I clicked it open to see her and a guy on bed together and I shook my head, knowing fully well what she was up to. I grabbed my novel as I began to read from where I stopped while waiting for Vicenzo to finish up his meal. "I prayed for death but everytime I closed my eyes, I woke up to see the dawn of a new day and that was when I realised death wasn't coming to me anytime soon because I was destined for greater things" I heared Vicenzo say and I glanced up at him and looked at the novel in my hands once again as it clicked in my head "Those words you just spewed out are from the novel I'm reading" I

I stepped toward her and set my hand on her waist before murmuring, “We make ourselves rich by making our wants few.” Her lips parted as if that was the most profound thing she’d ever heard. And it might’ve been, since it had originally come from the lips of Henry David Thoreau. Which was why I couldn’t continue to take credit for it. I pointed past her toward the wall with my free hand. “At least that’s what Thoreau says.” She glanced back to find the quote printed and framed above the desk. “Oh.” Scowling, she whirled back to poke me in the gut. “You cheated. That’s a cheater’s answer.”

“Where did you learn to speak like that?” “Like what?” “Like you have been trained.” “I read, sir.” I laugh under my breath. “You read.” “Yes.” “What do you read?” She hesitates, and I know I have touched something. “Novels,” she says finally. “Mostly old ones. They are comforting.” Comforting. It is such a quiet, old-fashioned word. It does not fit the sharpness I feel when I look at her.

I stood there for a second watching him push out into the street with four books and the easy confidence of someone who'd just made a friend in forty seconds that I hadn't managed in five visits. Then I followed him. The coffee next door was, in fact, better. We sat at the bar the way Italians did, standing technically, though we'd claimed two stools at the end. Alex had his new novel open on the counter and was reading the first page while his espresso cooled. "Don't read while you drink that," I said. "Why." "Because it deserves attention." He looked up. Then he looked at the espresso. Then he closed the book. "You have strong opinions about coffee."

I once read quote from Sir George Martin which read "A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only one." And from that day I tried reading as much as I could. Reading was my escape from Reality. My bed dipped breaking my chain of thoughts. I glanced at Alex, he was wearing sweatpants and a white teeshirt that gave a good view of his built. I could make out that basically Alex loves working out. Without wasting any other moment I began covering different topics. We solved multiple choice questions, studied medicine and discussed some psychological facts. Alex himself was a very bright student.

I turned to look at him, exhaling rapidly before I talked. “I know he won't make that mistake of attacking first again. And if he plans to, we act on the famous quotes.” I said as I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my palm. “What famous quote are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes were opened widely, raising an eyebrow and looking rather curious. I smirked a little, tilting my head to face the direction of the crib of my baby. “Never interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake,” I said slowly as if I were counting my words as they came out of my mouth. I adjusted on the bed, leaning forward a bit as I exhaled rapidly. Lucas took a deep breath as he licked his lips.

Inside, the coarse cheap carpet on the floor felt comfortable, while students were at computers doing book searches or surfing the web. As vampires can sniff the blood from far away, book lovers like me can inhale the fragrance of books just the same. I entered and found myself surrounded by thousands of books. Suddenly, my eyes landed on a poster saying, I do believe something magical can happen when you read a good book. - J. K. Rowling. Now that’s the energy I was talking about that wanted me to wake up in the morning. I felt so excited when I read different quotes in this beautiful place. While roaming from here to there, I heard a noise.

‘I’m not sure I want answers. I huffed. ‘Too bad.’ Then I opened the book. As I perused the book, Emrae went quiet in my head, and something went still inside me. Several lines, quotes from many Chapters jumped out at me from the old yellow pages, giving me the answers I knew I wouldn’t like.