Ordinary People Novels & Stories

Rich people always have a lifestyle that can not be understood by ordinary people like him, they always do whatever they want because they have money and power. According to Paul, ordinary people seem to be able to enjoy life more even though their lives are not financially rich in wealth, but at least they will not glorify money and are enslaved to money, so they are willing to do anything to get them. "Wow. That is a tremendous advancement sir, it means that your girlfriend is a great and lucky girl." "You're right he's the best, I'm glad to have him in my life." Dollan's gaze was fixed on the building fire extinguisher in fro

“In that case, do you know your biggest shortcoming now? Chester, as a man, you need to be more open-minded. We’re a lot more privileged than ordinary people, so we’ve been given the best food and best education ever since we were born. However, these can’t be the reasons we look down on others. Many ordinary people are intelligent, but you just don’t give yourself a chance to discover that.” Shaun said, “Do you know why I know these things? It’s because I, too, was once at my worst, and I almost lost everything. I realized that an ordinary person’s life isn’t easy either and that everyone deserves to be respected.” After that,

For years they had been known as heroes. But sitting together beneath the fading sunlight, sharing homemade food and laughing over burned bread, they didn't feel like heroes.They felt like family.As darkness slowly covered the lake, tiny lights appeared across the opposite shoreline.Jesse reached over and quietly took Everlyn's hand.She squeezed it gently without saying a word.There was no prediction telling them what tomorrow would bring.No system promising certainty.Only another ordinary day waiting to begin.And after everything they had survived, ordinary had become the greatest gift of all.

Dozens of names filled the pages. Scientists. Teachers. Engineers. Artists. People from every corner of society. People who had never met. Yet every report focused on the same idea. Building a better future. Improving lives. Creating possibilities. Hope. The realization hit her slowly. The dream was gone. Yet the choice remained. Every day. In every person. Not through cosmic systems. Through ordinary decisions. The reports weren't extraordinary because they contained miracles. They were extraordinary because they contained effort. People choosing tomorrow.

"People are convincing in a crisis. The truth of who someone is comes out in the ordinary days." "I know that too." "So we take it one ordinary day at a time." "Yes," he said. "One ordinary day at a time." They drank their coffee. The morning continued outside the window. Ordinary and quiet and full of the specific texture of something beginning. Henderson called at noon.

It was actually really great how he was just being normal, like every other average human unlike other wealthy people who would never even be caught in a street like this or a town like this or even a diner this small. I liked and enjoyed the fact that he was just being him and having fun with it. You should see many rich people out there; their attitudes disgust me sometimes. Why the fuck do they usually be like that? I mean, I get the fact that you grew up rich and you never ever suffered a day in your entire life, you literally had everything handed to you on a platter of gold and you never lacked anything but can you act normal and regard other regular humans? Please.

She said that they even dress like ordinary people, so you really got no idea that the one who serves you food is richer than you. I just realized that people like them are really existing. Those who are already living a great life, the ones who don't have to work hard, silvered-spoon, but still chose to work in the streets instead of going back and forth in their huge offices. “Maybe they are not happy being rich.” said Miss Mia who's sitting beside me, just outside our stall.Tim and Sir Flinn are arguing about how to pronounce the word they saw in the dictionary, but later, they will found out both of them are wrong.

We all like things to be predictable. We expect things to be safe and to keep on happening just the way they always have. We expect the sun to rise in the morning. We expect to get up, survive the day and finish up back in bed at the end of it, ready to start all over again the next day. But maybe that's just a trick we play on ourselves, our way of making life seem ordinary. Because the truth is, life is so extraordinary that for most of the time, we can't bring ourselves to look at it. It's too bright, and it hurts our eyes. The fact of the matter is that nothing is ever certain. But most people never find that out until the ground suddenly disappears from beneath their feet.

Even if it was just such small scratches? Sighing, I let my gaze wander over the people. They all looked so normal. Most wore simple casual clothes, a few were even there in suits or evening dresses. If I ran into these people on the street, I probably wouldn't even have a second look at them. They all looked so ... average, normal, nothing out of the ordinary. It was all the more incomprehensible to me that they let themselves be attracted by such a carnage.

"The Ordinary Survivors Initiative is thriving. Forty-three people have jobs. Hundreds of families have support. Thousands will be helped. All because you chose to listen instead of defend. To give instead of punish. To love instead of protect yourself." "I was wrong about you. About the foundation. About what matters. You taught me that ordinary is enough. That being human is enough. That love is always enough." "Thank you. For everything. For seeing me when I felt invisible. For trusting me when I'd betrayed you. For showing me that redemption is always possible." Elena was crying now, still holding Ava's hands. "I promise I'll honor your choice. I'll make sure every single person who come