Novel & Cerita Quotes For The Catcher In The Rye

He flips through the pages with a skeptical eyebrow. “Cliché number one,” he mutters. “Rain-slicked streets. Cliché number two, ‘Her scent reminded me of regret and cigarettes.’” He closes it with a snap. “You can do better.” “And here I thought you were going to defend your people.” “What, FBI agents with tortured souls?” “Exactly.” His mouth curves with half amusement, half something else. He reaches into the stack beside us, pulls out a paperback with a battered spine. “Here. Try this instead. And I quit remember? My soul is smooth as glass.”

He said, standing up. "Why didn't you just take us?” I yelled after him. “You know I'm a terrible driver" he yelled back. I scoffed, smiling. That was true. His favorite quote was, why drive a car when it's not trying to kill you? Only God knows where he read that one from....

“‘He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same.’ ” I hear Sebastian’s husky voice behind me, quoting the novel’s most famous line and turn my head to face him. Gosh, it was dark out already. Had I read the entire afternoon away? “You have read Wuthering Heights?” I ask him with a smile and put the copy of my book down on my lap. He had his hands in his pockets as he walked towards where I was seated, giving me a gorgeous Jake Gyllenhaal lopsided smile. If my heart had a face, I would punch it right now for its irregular beat. That smile, oh my gosh.

“Get going, Captain Underpants.” He laughed, loving the title, and raced from the room. I followed a little more leisurely and paused just outside the bathroom to let him do his thing on his own. Every wall of the hallway was plastered with hundreds—maybe thousands—of little slips of paper with a quote either handwritten or printed on each one. When my gaze caught on one near the bathroom entrance, I snorted derisively. It said something about regrets only coming from things you never tried.

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

Instead she said, “I quote, ‘don’t let any man touch you like that,’ end quote. I think you should let go now and head back to wherever you came from.” “I’m the exception.”

"What are you talking about? We closed all those loopholes." Sophia maintains her unwavering gaze, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "Did we?" she asked, her voice dripping with confidence. Noticing the shift in Alexander's demeanor, Sophia feels a surge of satisfaction. She turns to leave, but she swiftly moves back towards him. Close enough that he can catch a whiff of the light, alluring fragrance of her Chanel Les Exclusifs Gardenia. Sophia leans in, her eyes captivating as she whispers seductively, "You know, Mr. Stone, I love The Godfather too. But my favorite quote is spoken by Calo. Do you know which one that is? No?"

A/P "The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall. Pain is temporary, Quitting lasts forever." ~A/N

He was just mad at everything; Buckley, his clothes, the shower, the water, the damn graffiti quote on the wall, life itself. Wait a minute...graffiti quotes!?! Of all the things students scribble on the wall, quotes were the least of them, so what in the heavens was a quote doing there... He pulled closer to the wall, near the broken sink to read the description which was written in a well written ancient Roman lettering. "The Road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began, now far ahead the road has gone and I must follow, if I can. Pursuing it with eager feet until it joins some larger way where many paths and errands meet and whither then? I cannot say."

“You don’t dim me. You sharpen me.” We sat there for a moment, suspended in something fragile and real. Then, quietly, he said, “There’s more.” I waited. “Do you remember Paris? That night I didn’t come back to the hotel?” I nodded. “I walked for hours,” he said. “Read the letter again and again. I told myself I’d end it. That I’d ghost you. That you deserved better.” I froze. “I was ready to sabotage it all. But then I passed this little shop—a bookstore. And in the window was this quote painted on glass: ‘What if the love you’re avoiding is exactly what you need?’”