Pillow Thoughts Book Quotes Novels & Stories

Dragging the ladder with me to the next empty shelf, I find the easiest way to pack books is to stack them up like a tower near the ladder for easier packing. I do all this whilst in deep thought. If only I could say I think of ways to escape. If Vale has managed to get the red yarn or find a solution to our Night Wolf problem. These thoughts are what should be on the mind of a slave who is planning an escape but no- I think of none of these things. Instead, I think of words, of stories that aren't mine but are painfully familiar. I think of death, of shadows, of colors painted on a canvas.

He take a quick glanced at me before turning back at the book, "This book fits my pocket. If you're wondering how I able to bring this." Wait, did he read my mind? It can't be. "How did you know I'm thinking about that book?" "I just now." Great! Another weird people in the house. What a great day to start. Don't forget the sarcasm.

I had so many questions in my mind which begged for an answer, yet I didn't have any to give, sadly. ...... A/N : Enjoying the book so far, guys? Let me know your thoughts in the comments section. Thanks^_^

“How insignificant my life is. Very sedimentary. There’s no fun, no twist, it’s like a book published without any plot at all.” “Wow, huge comparison. I guess your day was way worse than mine.” “Well, I think anyone’s life is more exciting than mine right now.” “You’re crazy.” “What? Why?” “No one’s life is comparable to anyone else’s. Yours might not be as dazzling as everyone else’s right now, but your time shall come.” “Well...” her mind suddenly fell on deep thoughts, a distinctive voice was starting to whisper against her ears, “Hmmm.” “What is it?” “Something just started to fill my mind, it’s like a memory or something. But I could not quiet comprehend it.”

They were my own personal homework, and getting used to the thought, I hadn't picked up any book other than a cooking book in years. They held so much truth, things that I had no idea had actually occurred. Those books were her life and the more I read, the more I understood what she went through in life. I looked at the colorful sticky notes around my apartment; quotes that I'd written from both books. Try new things. Learn to appreciate the silence in your heart. Smile more often. Do things that make you happy. Those were a few of the things that I'd written down. There were so many, but I decided to concentrate on these few. Maybe if I tried a few at a time, I could do more good for mysel

"What is this?" She picked up the note and started to read it slowly. "When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face; And bending down beside the glowing bars,

“Maybe that’s one of your many powers. Upside down reading.” I close the book and glare at him. He raises his eyebrow at me, before walking around to his side of the bed, easily sliding on. The bed is so large it doesn’t even dip as he lays down on it. His smell engulfs the space around me, permeating my senses. I start squirming, not sure what to do with myself as unfamiliar thoughts slide into my mind. “Firefly,” he says tightly. “You gotta stop with your thoughts, I can smell you. It’s driving me insane.”

***Patricia*** My mental health is hanging by a thread. I’m barely holding it together, yet here I am, trying to advise my best friend, Hyacinth, who’s even more unstable than I am. The weight of her daily trauma makes my struggles feel almost trivial in comparison. Just this morning, I was lost in the fantasy world of my ebook, a temporary escape from reality. Now? My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, conjuring up countless scenarios of how to catch the bastard who’s been tormenting us. I imagine shoving his face into a cloud of pollen, watching him suffer as Hyacinth has suffered. The thought brings me a twisted sense of satisfaction.

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

She seemed relaxed and comfortable. I tell myself maybe he’s really just a friend. Maybe I’m reading too much into it…. But there’s something in the way he looks at her that makes my blood boil. I pull the pillow over my face. All I want is to stop these intrusive thoughts from coming. But I know I’ll be awake until dawn. Guess this is the price I pay for every stupid fucking decision I made. ********************