Novel & Cerita Quotes From The Book Catcher In The Rye

I whined because I was so embarrassed while he laughed at me. "Hate pollutes the mind." He quoted again and I whimpered. "Next time, pay attention!" He stated, giving me a look. "If we’re quoting Shakespeare, I want to add one." I scoffed crossing my arms on my chest. He motioned his hand to tell me to go on. "Hell is empty and all the devils are here." I spat angrily but it only amused him more and clapped for me as if saying ‘bravo.’ "I hate you... go to hell!" I scowled and grabbed my bag to leave the room. When I was at the door he spoke again.

"Don't know; there was some kind of emergency that interrupted her class." "Uhh," I nodded, and I took a sip from my water can, still feeling tired and dizzy. "Hey, are you ok"? "Yeah, I'm fine, just dizzy from all the running". He nodded and began to read a book titled "The Gathering Storm." I glanced from him to the book and back to the book again. "Success is not final; failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that count," I quoted. "Easy tiger, I know you read this book; you don't have to prove it to me," he winked.

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."

‘I’m not sure I want answers. I huffed. ‘Too bad.’ Then I opened the book. As I perused the book, Emrae went quiet in my head, and something went still inside me. Several lines, quotes from many Chapters jumped out at me from the old yellow pages, giving me the answers I knew I wouldn’t like.

“All you gotta do is pick up a book from the return cart by the chapel door. It’s a donation. Look for “The Fault in Our Stars.” He blinked. “The one with the crying teenagers?” “Yeah, that one.” He eyed me. “There better not be a weapon inside it.” I grinned. “Of course not. Just feelings and sodium.” ***** An hour later: Quincy returns to the cell holding the book like it’s been dipped in acid. He drops it on my bed. “There. You and your teen angst.” “Much appreciated,” I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages.

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“Because I want to be your friend, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” I had a feeling he wasn’t going to listen to me no matter how much I argued, and there were only 10 more minutes before my next class. “What nonsense were you talking about earlier?” I asked. He frowned. “It’s a quote from the book.” He pointed at my book. “How many times have you read this that you memorized quotes like that?” I asked in pure shock. I didn’t ever remember him reading back in high school and he still didn’t strike me as the illiterate type.

"Just call me when you need help" "Sure" I smirk puffing out smoke from my cigarette *Guys any message for the author of this book?"

He laughed a genuine, deep sound that made something warm flutter in my chest. He set the book down gently, like it mattered to him, and picked up my well-worn copy of The Great Gatsby. “ ‘He had one of those rare smiles with a quality of eternal reassurance in it,’ ” he quoted softly, not even opening the book. “I read a lot more than people think. Grew up in a house where my dad was always working two jobs and my mom was a high school English teacher. She made me read the classics every summer or I didn’t get to play football. Turned out I actually liked it. Helped me escape when shit got loud at home.”

And Oh, How exhausted I was, mentally. The sight of the red Ferrari made me nauseous and claustrophobic. Untrue to my word, I ended up not calling Aunt Shirley, because I was good at procrastinating. Lyra from 'I hope I never lose you' had once said : ‘Procrastination is a must’ . I intended to fully make my reading useful, learning all those priceless sayings and then practicing it. Mr Young would be proud of me if he knew I was taking my reading seriously. The walk to my apartment from Mr Young was one of the most dreaded, deadliest walks. When I woke up this morning, all I needed to worry about was facing my handsome teacher but hours later, Aunt Shirley added to the list is stabbing my b