Quotes About Graduation

The night before graduation, my best friend Sophie talked me into confessing to Lucas Sterling, the boy I'd secretly loved for three years. She said Lucas was at the basketball court, wearing a white T-shirt. I gathered every ounce of courage I had, grabbed the bouquet of roses, and rushed over. I came up behind a boy and covered his eyes with my hands. "Lucas, I've liked you for so long!" I felt his body go rigid. He turned around — and the face staring back at me was dangerously handsome, with a wild edge to his gaze. It was Dominic Blackwood. The one person at Westfield High that nobody dared to cross. I spun around to run, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me against his chest. He dipped his head, breathing in the scent of my hair, his voice rough and low. "What did you just say? That you like me?" "Say it again." "If you don't, I'll kiss you right here in front of the whole school."

She is smart and strong-willed and he is obsessed. Four years after tossing her graduation cap into the air, Ivy struggles to get a job. She lives in an oppressive home with her self-assured stepmother and calculating stepbrother, Ivy yearns for purpose and desperately seeks an escape from her suffocating reality. But when a chance encounter leads to a night of intoxicating passion, everything changes. Liam Hartwell is everything Ivy shouldn't want: A 29-year-old powerful and cold CEO haunted by the consequences of a reckless past. He's built his life on power and control, burying regrets beneath success. But one night with Ivy pulls him into a love he never expected and a past he can no longer outrun As fate intertwines their lives, Ivy must confront her deepest fears and desires, igniting a wild journey of guilt, obsession, and an undeniable connection that could either heal or shatter her world. Will she embrace the forbidden love that beckons her, or will she continue to run from the truth? Prepare for a slow-burn romance that’s as thrilling as heart-wrenching in this tale of passion, fate, and emotional awakening

In the tenth year after I had married in his place, my brother, Thayer Ashford, suddenly returned. The whole family fell silent as they looked at him. He yawned as he spoke with careless ease, “I traveled through thirteen countries. I’m exhausted. “Where’s Seraphina? She should be in primary school by now, right? Why hasn’t she come to see me?” Seraphina was Thayer’s daughter. Back then, Thayer had abruptly announced he had a child. Yet on the very day of his wedding, he staged his own death, leaving behind Seraphina and his fiancée, Isolde Fairchild. The Fairchilds belonged to the old-money elite of the city. My parents did not dare offend them, so they decided to package me—fresh out of graduation—and send me to the wedding in Thayer’s place. Over these ten years, I became a competent husband and a responsible father. As my parents watched Thayer’s brazen composure, their gazes shifted toward me. I gave them a faint smile. “Sera went to Novaforge with Isolde.”

Foria Maxine lux was a simple yet beautiful young lady. She is innocent and committed to her dreams. No boys, no alcohol, and no other bad habits. She was a good-to-be-true kind of girl and had a perfect life. But one day on her graduation, all of them celebrated in a bar. She was drunk and unable to think straight. Until something happened that put her in trauma and changed her life forever. She was raped, that was what she thought. And the man who appeared from nowhere who she thought raped her. He hurt him, made him suffer, and even made him fall for her. Until the man gave up; the man left with pain. But what if all of her beliefs turned into regrets? What if all of her conclusions were false? What if she realizes that she’s in love with him? Will she find him and chase him? Will she suffer from the reality? “Take me... Darren, please take me. I don’t want to stay away from you. Hurt me, kill me, I don’t care! Just... Take me...”

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

Years after graduation, someone suddenly tags me in the class group chat. "Mr. Warren is gravely ill, Mira. Aren't you going to do anything? You really are heartless!" I only realize what's going on when I click on the fundraising link in the chat. Our high school homeroom teacher, Joseph Warren, has late-stage cancer. Thus, Lyra Fairfield, the class belle, is leading a fundraiser and patient-donor matching process. "I'll donate ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Waverly General Hospital, and I've already asked him to arrange a VIP ward for Mr. Warren." Right after I send that message, the group pounces on me. "Mira, you contracted an STD back then and tried to pin it on Lyra. She didn't even hold it against you, and now you're trying to steal her thunder? You're unbelievable!" "I can't believe you're still lying through your teeth during such a serious situation. You never change, do you?" Lyra immediately defuses the tension. "Mira, I don't blame you for what happened in the past, but you really shouldn't impersonate the director's wife. I've already arranged the ward and surgery, and I'm donating another 100 thousand dollars to Mr. Warren!" I'm this close to laughing out of sheer anger. She's the one who scratched her name off the diagnosis report and framed me for having an STD all those years ago. I never even confronted her about it, and now she's playing the victim? Lyra soon posts a photo in the group chat, showing off her husband's car. Yet, when I see the man in the passenger seat, I guffaw. Isn't that my husband's driver? When did he start running a hospital?

A wealthy heiress from Belvoria’s elite circle asked me to be her dead boyfriend’s substitute. My compensation included a 50,000-dollar base salary, plus 8,000 dollars per shared meal and 10,000 dollars per accompanying shopping trip. My hypocritical older sister quickly stopped me from agreeing to this deal. “We come from a respectable family. How can you sell your dignity for such little money?” Yet she later became a rich man's mistress and successfully married into wealth. Meanwhile, I struggled to balance work and studies to pay for my tuition. This hurt my academic performance. After graduation, I could only find a job with a monthly salary of 3,000 dollars. I even developed a tumor from overworking. I eventually died in a cold and impersonal hospital, unable to afford treatment. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the young heiress asked me to be her dead boyfriend’s substitute. This time, I agreed without hesitation. I was determined to take this role.

“You see, Brielle! That is how you pleasure an alpha!” He said to me, as he groaned with pleasure. Unaware of the path fate had placed for her, Brielle went home to deliver the good news of her graduation to her father in person only to find out that she had been given to Alpha Chase of the Crescent pack for marriage. Having no say on the topic, Brielle dropped her former life behind and became the Luna of the Eclipse pack. Little did she know it wasn't all butterflies and rainbows. After seeing the horrors that came with her new position, Brielle fled from her pack. And that was where she met Prince Zane and Alpha Lucien, who she later discovered to be her mate. Alpha Lucien was reluctant to make sense of the situation because Brielle was his second-chanced mate after the demise of his last. His reluctance paved the way for his brother to develop feelings for Brielle. Will Brielle be able to choose between her mate and her lover? Will Alpha Chase let go of his Luna that easily?

Alessa Sullivan, a 20-year-old orphan, counts Giulia De Luca as her best friend from college. Giulia is the daughter of a rising Italian tycoon in Washington. After losing her parents, Alessa lives on campus with the help of a scholarship she receives from the government. At the end of the year, there's always a party involving the students and their families, and during one such event, Alessa meets a charming man. Despite their age difference, he is not intimidated and offers her the best of what he has to give. Mattias De Luca, having lost his wife, hasn't had any long-term relationships since her death. With his daughter now in college, he was not looking to remarry. However, during a graduation party, he bumped into an attractive woman and ended up having a tryst with her in the school library. When he discovers the identity of the woman, the weight of his conscience and his concern for his actions lead him to accept his daughter’s invitation to have her friend move in with them. A romance with an age difference... An innocent girl who falls in love with her friend’s father... An experienced man who will show her how a woman should be treated…

On the day we chose our college majors, the influencer who was the school's heartthrob held a livestream and announced that he had decided to lead the anti-rat-race movement and would choose to attend a vocational college. The whole class followed him. Seeing the rapidly increasing number of followers, he smiled smugly. "They can do these low-class jobs if they like. I'll change my choice back to Harvard University at the last minute." I tried to dissuade him, but this would cause network congestion. My girlfriend slapped me. "You nerd! Who are you to tell our idol, Zach Simpson, what to do?" In my previous life, I spent half an hour dissuading them, and only then did the students change their college choices. However, Zach failed to change his application due to network lag and was admitted to a vocational college instead. He could not bear the blow and jumped into the river to commit suicide. The students who had entered prestigious universities collectively vented their anger on me. At the class reunion, they poured 99 bottles of beer down my throat and locked me in the karaoke's freezer. "Who cares about the prestige of a prestigious university? You'll just be working for someone else after graduation anyway!" "Why did we follow Zach in the first place? Wasn't it to break this damn rule?" "Zach was leading us to realize our dreams! If you hadn't interfered, I would already have gone to a vocational college with him!" They spoke disdainfully of prestigious universities, yet not one of them chose to drop out. I froze to death in a dark, cold freezer, my eyes wide open. Years later, they became elites in their respective fields, while my parents could only weep looking at my portrait. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Zach was livestreaming in the classroom. This time, I promised I would not interfere. Instead, I wished them a happy vocational college experience.