Patrick Starfish Quotes Novels & Stories

"Grace—" "I named it Star," she went on, as if he hadn't spoken. "It was the prettiest thing I'd ever seen. I thought it was magical, like it could grant me wishes or something." She let out a small laugh. "Of course, that was stupid. It died after a week." She laughed again, but there was no humor in it. "Do you think fishes feel sad before they die?" she asked all of a sudden. "Like, do they know when it's coming? Do they feel scared? Or do they just... stop?"

I began to laugh, remembering the talk, "what's the big deal?" "What's the big deal?" Elisabeth gaped at me and I raised an eyebrow. "I just made a harmless statement," I shrugged as I turned my back to her and started walking away from her. "Sarafina, are you crazy? Quentin is the most powerful person that I know and I've never seen him looking so, so-..." She stopped, zooming past my face and stopped a few inches away from my nose, "how...how did you do that?" She asked me, her voice suddenly a whisper as she looked at me in amazement.

"Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him, "The day you left for New York, you said this to me, wiping away my tears, and promised you would see me again soon. But that wasn't the case. I waited for you, and every time I felt sad, I would whisper the quote to myself and it would put a smile on my face." "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," Atlas mumbles, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."

Their reaction is serious for those who seem to agree with what Ely said. "You're kidding me, right? Okay, I get it that mermaids do exist. Natalia is, and I accept that because I love her so much. That's why I'm willing to fight for her no matter what, but give me a good fight, princess. Don’t makeup stories. Talking sea creatures? I bet the crabby that you're talking about is a crab. Eff! Talking crab? What the hell? And Goldy? A fish, perhaps? Wow, can that be my pet? I love fish. What about Polo? What the fuck? Is that a starfish, perhaps? What else can they do, huh? Back tumbling and flipping in the air?" I know I'm out of line, but what the hell, what can I do? I can't imagine those ta

"I'm asking you. Were you done rambling like an idiot?" The starfish shivered. It felt a heavy pressure that almost made it crush its body. When it raised its eye, it finally occurred to him. The one who was talking to it was the black fog with countless purple eyes. "You only realized it now?" The black fog with countless purple eyes asked in a tone of disdain. "If you don't want to be disturbed, then you should have gone to the other islands that no one inhabited instead of bitching here like a fucking idiot." The black fog with countless purple eyes said.

Feeling exposed, she turned her head away and stubbornly replied, “I’m not mad! Karina already apologized. Why would I be mad?” “You’re still saying you’re not mad?” He gently pinched her puffed-up cheeks. “Look at you—your face is all puffed up like a little pufferfish.” Serena swatted his hand away. “Pufferfish are poisonous. You’re the pufferfish!” “That’s right. Because pufferfish are highly toxic, it makes me think you’re just like one—charming on the outside, deadly on the inside.” “What do you mean by that?!” Serena became even more annoyed.

“Just don’t forget your best friend when the next round of island getaways happens, I accept bribes in the form of wine and detailed stories.” “Deal,” I whispered. Tom’s voice rose from the table. “Mommy, did you know the boy anglerfish is really tiny and sticks to the girl forever and becomes part of her?” Maya snorted. “Sounds familiar.” I shot her a look, but couldn’t stop smiling. Tom kept going, completely serious. “The light is called bio… biolu… glowing stuff!

After a moment of thought, I said, “Five men have kissed me. When I’m not being held captive, I wash my hair with Pacifica. And it takes me three hundred and eighty-eight licks to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop.” He laughed at the fact I knew the answer to that question. “Fuck.” That single word said nothing and everything at once. “Is your curiosity satisfied now?” I questioned. His eyes grew heated, then he released his grip on my wrists and ran a thumb across my lips. “Nyet.” His touch burned and swelled heat inside me. My breath grew shallow. My chest burned. I was at the bottomof a pool, curly hair floating and aglow. And I no longer cared if I drowned.

He said and cast a sideways glance at Nathan. "How are they?" I started to ask, then trailed off. "Oh, that makes a whole lot of sense now." "What kind of fish would you be?" Tristan asked me. "Piranha," I said without hesitation. They exchanged a glance. "I thought goldfish," Nathan said with a shake of his head. "I actually thought mackerel," Tristan said in between fits of intense laughter. "Mackerel?!" I gasped in mock offense. "Why would you think that?”

“The guy selling it to me told me to get the black cord instead of a chain so you could wear it in the water. Something about it not sparkling.” I smiled up at him. “Barracudas and sharks are attracted to sparkly things,” I stated, my brain going into Science Mode without me realizing it. “The flashing looks like a distressed fish to them.” “You are such a teacher,” he said with a chuckle. “Do you like it?” “I love it,” I answered honestly.