Quotes About Life Is A Game Novels & Stories

“Try me.” I stared at him, shocked at how easily he said it. He took a step forward, closing the distance between us, his presence suffocating. “You really think you can walk out of here?” “I’ll find a way.” He smirked — that slow, dangerous smirk that always made my stomach twist. “You think life is a fair game, sweetheart? Fine. Let’s make it one.” I blinked. “What?” “Our games aren’t over,” he said, his voice quiet but sharp. “You want your freedom? Win it.”

He flashed me his full set of teeth, but there was nothing friendly about the action. “Is winning really worth risking your life?” An older man scoffed shaking his head at the rest of us, “You young people have a lot to learn. This is a game, no use killin’ yourself trying to win.” “I’m confident in my abilities, old man.” The guy with the slick smile snorted, brushing back the dark strands of his oily hair. His head turned and his eyes met mine as he spoke his next words. “If anything’s worth dying for, it’s this.”

She bet that was his motto for life from what she had seen about him. She refrained from making the comparison out loud, however. She reached up and pulled the lever. The wheels began to spin, and she watched as two polar caps and a penguin came to a halt on her screen. Money lost. "Just keep playing. You win some and lose some. That's why they call it gambling." "Feels more like being robbed."

"The game where everyone loses, the game where there are no winners, only survivors. The game where the only way out is to burn everything down and start over." I stood up, my hand on my stomach, my voice steady, my heart cold. "Then I'll burn it down, I'll burn it all down, and I'll build something new from the ashes."

Half of Kenny's chips were won by Celeste, and he suddenly laughed. "Why is that so?" Celeste asked humbly. "After winning, you didn't show your excitement as other people would. You were calm even after losing a game. Being confident and lucky really makes you a winner in life," Kenny said. Really? If she was, why did her mother die, then? Bitterness flashes across Celeste's eyes, yet she said with a smile, "In the end, life is just like gambling. I'm just braver than the other players in life."

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

We ended up playing three games of chess. Nobody spoke. Only the sound of the chess pieces moving and sliding across the board could be heard. He played aggressively against me like he was trying to vent out some of his frustrations. Meanwhile, I played steadily, making every move deliberate. "Are you afraid of losing?" he suddenly asked. "I can't afford to lose," I said, placing down my chess piece. He chuckled lightly. "Life is like a game of chess, and it eventually ends in death. No matter how much you fight back, you'll still lose in the end."

The only option Life is a very big game. And mine is much more than that. It is not just any game. No, of course not. My life is a very big drama game. A drama I really wish wouldn't come near would always stay in two metre radius from me. So, my life is a very big drama game. And it was endless misery to me. I just couldn't put a full stop to it. Like how difficult will it get. It's always a drama. It seems to have been around me since I was born.

The thing about life is not how you think it is. Life is a game, some rise high out of luck but some rise out of wit. In this case, it seems like both of luck and wit isn't in the girl's favor. "Ahhhhhh I hate this! I freakin hate this!"

I could hear Adalyn lightly chuckle at my behaviour but I was way too burried in my thoughts to acknowledge that. "So basically... You are trying to say that with all the advices I gave you, it gives you more reasons to be late and this is your 'game' as you tend to say?" "You got it all right!" She said smiling I looked at her dead in the eyes before taking a sip from my coffee only to realize that I was sipping on air. "You have a mind Adalyn... You have a mind." "Well as it is commonly said 'Don't hate the player, hate the game' " She said before winking at me