Quotes Of Unknown Novels & Stories

I almost threw it into the river, b‌ut something ma‍de me gl⁠ance. > Un‌kno⁠wn: “You should’ve ex⁠pect‍ed this. Men like him⁠ never chang⁠e.” A chill spread th‍rough me t‌hat had nothing to do‌ with the rain. I st‌ared at the message until the le⁠tters bled into the water stai⁠ns on the screen. Then anothe‌r came, seconds late‍r: > U‌nknown: “You deserve the truth. Check your email.”

pfft- it was funny though, so I didn't stop him. "Hey Evin, just how much do you hide from me huh? I only hid a new friend of mine, you hide way more than that, you hypocrite." "I'm not hiding Mez, it's just unimportant you see, I do tell you the important facts don't I? "Alright alright oh wise and mighty Evin, so tell me, do you know about soul cracks?" "Soul cracks? how do you know that?!" Evin asked me looking surprised.

Unlocking it, I tapped on the notification: Unknown. We need to talk. I frowned. We? Me. Who are you?. Unknown. Your question will be answered when we meet. Me. Fine. Where do we meet? Unknown. Muchita's café. Me. Be there in five. I wonder who this stranger is. I'm sure they know me somehow, for them to know my number. I'm always conscious of who I gave my number to. That was why I had two numbers. One private and one personal and this person messages me through my private number which I gave to my close friends and dad.

“Well, you don’t know yourself at all. Someone said a strong person is not the one who doesn’t cry. A strong person is the one who is quiet and sheds tears for a moment and stands up and fights again.” “Let me guess, our Founding Father?” “Just some random quote from the Internet.” I had to look away because I knew this man of a few words beside me who had full of wisdom, and he just triggered something deep inside me, something that I couldn’t and wouldn’t want to ignore. I could also sense that what he was saying was based on his experience. I could feel that he had been through a lot, but he managed to pick up the pieces and stand on his feet again.

Unknown Number. This time there was no photograph. No video. No warning. Just a date. A location. And one sentence. “Ask your father what happened that night.”

I can't keep quiet until I know less about my father’s personality. “Don’t live in a world that lacks knowledge about reality, be observant of what is happening around you,” Youno told me seriously. I frowned at what he said because I could not understand what he wanted to convey to me. "Lack of knowledge will lead you to death," Youno added to me. "What are you saying?" Youna asked Youno. The elevator stopped on the twenty-fourth floor, the elevator opened, but I still didn’t act on what Youno said.

“I have a lot of money. I am talking about my own fortune, not the fortune of the lions.” “Do– do you have a lot of money?” She stupidly questioned her again. Whatever the reason was, it sounded so ridiculous. In The Unknown, the people weren’t exactly materialistic, therefore, they didn’t really accumulate their wealth. Furthermore, it was much more harder to build any business because it was already old fashion to start one. To them, as long as they had magic, they could do anything. It was a ridiculous concept that constantly bit them in the ass at the end.

So I had to make sure she never reached it. I had to keep her leaning on me. Trusting me. Until it was too late. The glow of the monitor reflected in my glasses as I scrolled through the latest round of comments. Half of them were from people who had never even met Jacqueline, yet spoke like they’d known her since elementary school. It was almost poetic, the way the world devoured its own heroes the moment they looked imperfect. My phone vibrated again. Not Derek this time. An unknown number. I considered ignoring it, unknown calls at this hour were rarely good news, but something in my gut told me to answer.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

He crossed his arms while narrowing his eyes at me. Time passed while playing, laughing and revealing a few things about each other which made me late for the office. Just thinking about it gives me a weird feeling. •••••••••••••• 'Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see'. ~Mark Twain. I used this quote in my poem. H.LOCKHART.