Patrick Star Best Quotes Novels & Stories

“I can’t believe I almost let my fear stop me from experiencing that.” Parker turned off the engine and got off the bike, a warm smile on his face. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it. You know, sometimes, you just have to take a leap of faith, even when you’re scared. You did that, Natalie.” He told her seriously, “That officially makes you one of the bravest people I know.” Natalie nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards him. “Thank you, Parker.” She touched his arm affectionately, “For everything. I’m really glad I have you by my side in this.”

Paxton when he does a speech, he tries his best to get to the point. "Our meeting wasn't as accident prone like that, but I do recall you having four children dangling from your body as you were laughing and walking. You laugh was music to my soul. I was a goner when your eyes glanced up and met mine. I was so done for when you smiled and told me your name. I was over the moon when Eskimo yelled mate in my head. All I could think about was my mate was the most beautiful creature that walks this earth. You still are and you always will be. I would give the world to see you smile. That smile that reaches your eyes not that fake shit."

Paige looked up at him, "Because I hit Candy." He held her cheeks and nodded, "Hearing it made me so happy. I want you to be very strong, Paige, to face every obstacle without fear. Never give anyone a chance to take you for granted or disrespect you in any way. You are a star and you are special, always remember this and when the need arises, do not forget to put people in their place." As he looked into her eyes, Paige smiled, "I didn't intend to hit Candy though. She said awful things about my mum and it wasn't the first time. I just couldn't take it anymore.

I waited for Kristen to sit on the corner and plunged on the seat. “What quote?” Kristen questioned. “It is better to live for those who love us than to sacrifice for those who don’t even turn blind eye to us.” Kristen moved her pupils thinking deeply. “Who the hell said that?” I raised my right palm. “The Great Prisha Everdeen…” Suddenly someone patted my shoulder. I turned my head to see who it was before becoming stunned. “Newt?” I was astounded to see him sitting in the next row close to my seat.

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, as he spoke quietly. "I'm alright, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Just talking about it brings up some old, painful memories, but I'm fine. I'm sorry you had to hear all that..." Shush. I'm here, Trayaksh. You can talk to me about it. You know there's a famous quote by Paulo Coelho. It's something like "Don't forget: Beautiful sunsets also need a cloudy sky." She said, squeezing his hand in a reassuring gesture as her small hand held his big hand on its own, spreading a bright smile on his face for the first time in years.

Can he take a hint? “Neither am I.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? He seems to freely give out a massive amount of attention to anyone with two arms, two legs and a head. When I don’t say some desperate reply that one of the girls that circle him would say, he starts questioning me. “With pain comes strength.” Is he stealing a page from his friend's playbook by quoting my tattoo that runs down my inner forearm? “Is that a mantra of yours?”

Patrick stood in the doorway, watching her reflection in the mirror. He wanted to ask again, wanted to press, to demand, to command, but something about the cold stillness of her face made him stop. “I’m sorry about dinner,” he said finally. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” She looked at him through the mirror. “I’m not upset.” He hesitated. “No child should be hungry,” she said suddenly, echoing her words from weeks ago, her voice distant. “And no pack should be broke. You’re the Alpha, Patrick. Find a way.”

"You carry our child, Daria, and the marks that will be left behind are proof of your strength. You're the bravest, prettiest woman I know, and you should stop listening to Brooklyn's crazy words." "Brooklyn isn't crazy!" I exclaim, ready to defend my best friend. I catch Killian's eyes and glare up at the hulking man. "Sure, it's a little disturbing that she loves pineapple on pizza, but that is like her only flaw! Oh, and also, she roots for all the wrong people in the bachelor."

Peter mentioned something. "I never pretended to be a courageous guy," his hand trembled, but the pistol never left his forehead as his gaze focused on mine. "I was the biggest and best patriot who ever lived," he declared. The pistol shoots off, almost loud in this little, enclosed space. Other than my hitch breathing, I couldn't hear anything else. It seemed like I was stranded in an empty void with no one else there except myself. I wasn't anticipating any of this, so I was taken aback and unsure how I would respond. But before I could do or act to assist, I managed to prioritize my sentiments, letting out all of my gloomy muffles within my thoughts. As blood covered the wall beside him,