Novels Quotations Novels & Stories

Then I realized instantly that he'd been quoting Jim Hawkins from the book. How long had be been quoting lines from the book since our conversation began? I wondered. I smiled sadly and took his hand in mine, giving it a little affectionate squeeze.

She heard her boss announce as she reached the kitchen. "Yippie!" She ran over to the kitchen counter, wagging her invisible tail. "What are you? A puppy?" He chuckled. "Woof," She played along. He laughed. She then noticed the laptop at the table, "You read my novel?" She asked, her eyes sparkled, "How was it?" "Full of cliches and grammatical and spelling errors," He stated. "Oh come on, cliches are life, and it was my first draft, I have yet to edit it," She pouted.

she sniffs. James´ brow furrows. "That´s a quote, isn´t it?" Her eyes slide up to his, "Yes Master, it is." He looks out of the window, scratching the bridge of his nose. "I know the reference, but for the life of me, I can´t think where from." She stares at him. "It´s from ´The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.´ taken from Heinlein´s ´Time Enough for Love´." He still looks puzzled. "That´s an old nineteen-seventies science fiction novel, isn´t it? I don´t think I´ve ever read it. Why would I know the quote?"

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

“Novels are all fictional and made-up. Authors write stories based on what they see and hear with a dash of imagination, which may not necessarily represent the authors themselves. These comments, on the other hand, are a true reflection of their character.” “Well said,” the author said, pulling out her phone to make a note of Rosalie’s words. “I want to include your words in my novel. You said it so well.” “I feel like the novel you wrote is slightly similar to my own experiences. I came here today to ask you for a favor. Of course, it’ll be great if you could help me out, but I won’t force you to if you’re not willing.” The author looked at her with doubt in her eyes. “What is it?”

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

The driver smiled silently and thought to himself, "I'm afraid that day will never come." Cecelia smiled at the driver and did not answer. He frowned slightly and said, "Uncle driver, don't you believe what I said? The Presidents in novels are all obedient. As the saying goes, novels come from life. Although novels are mostly made up, they still have to be believed." Seeing Cecelia getting more and more energetic, the driver hurriedly said, "Miss Shayne, it's getting late. Go upstairs and have a rest. I'll go first!"

Knowing would make it all too real. A box fell halfway down, its bottom giving way, and books scattered across the living room floor like dead birds. Dorian’s classics — Shakespeare, Brontë, Byron, Poe. Works he loved, that he reread every year, that he quoted at dinner as if they were old friends. I knelt down, picking them up one by one with trembling hands. My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting.

“I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! “ “Is he seriously quoting The Lord Of The Rings: The Return of the King right now?” Alex asks the table, but his mate shushes him. “I picked up on the three different Game of Thrones quotes, myself,” Lumi tells his son. “I caught one or two of those as well,” Chad says with a chuckle. “So he is quoting movies, books, and tv shows to us to what? Get us in some kind of fight

“I’m looking for some books for my fiancée, but I’m not sure what she likes to read.” The sales assistant tilted her head thoughtfully. “Well, we have a wide variety. Perhaps I can suggest some classic novels? They’re always a safe choice.” Jack nodded, feeling a little more confident. “That sounds like a good idea. Can you show me some?” The sales assistant led Jack to a shelf filled with novels from different eras and styles. “Here are some classics,” she said, picking up a volume. “This is ‘Pride and Prejudice’ by Jane Austen. It’s a love story that many women adore.”