Quotes From The Book Catcher In The Rye Novels & Stories

Can I? 'Believe in yourself, Kamila. Because I believe in you.' Who said that? You can guess… I will do this. A movement in the shelf brought me out of my trance and I guess there was someone there. I quickly took any book and began to move. I wasn't paying attention and I faced the consequence of bumping into a hard chest. Not again! Bad day indeed! I took the book I had in my hands, which had fallen to the ground when we bumped.

“You?” She glanced up as thought thinking. Then in a soft but yet certain voice, she said. “He really had been through death, but he had returned because he realized he had not yet finished living.” There was this passion in her eyes as she quoted the line that it made the hair on my arms rise. I’d never met anyone like her…that I could actually quote lines from a classic book and would get it. Even in literature class, I always felt like an outsider because nobody felt comfortable with the jock who practically knew the poem by Italian poet Dante, by heart.

Once again, I felt her looking at me, like she wanted to ask something but chose to stay quiet instead. After a while, I spotted a small café along the road and pulled over. “I bought some food earlier. We can bring it inside,” I said. “Okay,” she replied shortly. I grabbed the plastic bag of food and we both stepped out of the car. A large sign greeted us at the café entrance: “Sip your coffee, pour your feelings.” I couldn’t help but smile. Even at the entrance, there were already emotional quotes everywhere: “Even when you’re struggling, don’t give up. That’s how it is when you’re the main character, you lose at first.”

“You are the only person who has ever really listened without making it weird,” Zack admits, his voice dropping to a lower register. “Everyone else either starts crying or tries to give me inspirational quotes or something.” The wind rustles through a nearby oak branches overhead while they sit in comfortable silence for a moment. “Inspirational quotes,” she echoed. “That is a new one. What like ‘hang in there’ cat posters? Weird.”

At least, that’s what I thought. “You know…” Rox called, gaining my attention. “Have you ever heard of the quote ‘like an open book?’” I instantly pursed my lips. Did he found out what I was thinking? “Yeah, you bet I did.” Aw shoot. “I-I didn’t mean anything by what I thought. I-It’s just, you know… like random thoughts of the day?” I stuttered. “It’s night though.” Rox retorted. This jerk. At least let me win this fight. I already lost in terms of everything against you.

Now, however, it was back to reality and I wasn't sure I could take it. "So are we clear about what's happening here?" she asked abruptly. I nodded. I felt like I was being scolded by some private school nun. "You know," she said, "I learned something a long time ago. It's a quote from a book I read while in college." She walked over to the bookshelf set deep in the ornamental wood behind her desk. "I still read it, one of my favorites." She shuffled for a moment before pulling out a leather bound book worn from handling, seemingly ancient. "It's not very popular, but an excellent read, especially when I come across someone like you." She flipped through some pages, sat back down and looked

Chapter 59 I still remember a saying from Ralph Waldo Emerson: "Do not go where the path may lead; go instead where there is no path and leave a trail." A year ago, I was a hopeless and lifeless person. It was so hard for me to live. The life I had was not ordinary, and everyone saw that. Since I was young, I used to be alone. Until Marcus and Laura came, they were the only ones who made friends with me—no one else. I thought my life would be forever a mess; I can't see any path, so I don't know where I'm going. Until something happened, which led the way for me to become stronger, braver, fiercer, bolder, and more dauntless.

The words written on the book and it's pages clawed hard at my heart. "deranged people like you shouldn't be in a school like this" "crazy" "psycho" "psychopath" "mentally defective" "is this contagious? I'm afraid I'll go crazy just by touching you" " why are you still here" "just go die"...."this school really needs proper screening for students like you..ickkk you should be at a mental school if there's anything like that"...." Go away"...."crazy girl".......

Additional Chapter 2: Part B * Nothing is impossible. ---- a quote from, Alice in the wonderland. * *** " Why are you crying, Mom? " Caleb's sultry voice rang in the living room, jolting her... She had actually, become so lost in her thoughts that she didn't realize that she still had tears in her eyes... Rose who was comforting her earlier had gone to prepare lunch for them as she knew that her friend might not in the mood to...

Bobby reminded me of that sometimes, someone who belonged among the unusual, yet somehow existed in the middle of the ordinary. He often talked about writing in his spare time, and when he did, his speech would occasionally be laced with literary references. “Can I see some of the things you’ve written?” I asked. “You don’t really mean that.” “Yes, I do.” He hesitated, thinking it over. “Maybe I’ll bring something next time.” “Did you always want to be a writer?” “Ever since I read The Catcher in the Rye.” My heart sank slightly. I braced myself for another ageing, angst-ridden adolescent clinging to Holden Caulfield like gospel.