Novel & Cerita Quotes On Game Of Life

LILA POV I'm about to do something stupid. Don't blame me. Sometimes, life is like a cruel joke, serving you lemons when you don't even have water or sugar to make lemonade. And yet, they say you have to make it work. Either you stand up and do something, or you sit there and let life devour you whole.

he announced, voice brimming with satisfaction, “concludes the Game for today! Players, please step forward for final count.” Final count. A guard waved us into a single uneven line. I stumbled into place, my head so numb I barely registered my surroundings. There were far fewer of us now. The Game Master paced slowly in front of the line, hands clasped behind his back like a professor examining students’ homework. “Much better,” he said brightly. “The strong rise, the weak fall, yada yada—natural order, survival of the fittest, insert motivational poster quote here.” He flashed a grin that could have slit a throat.

"We don't have it!" Theo shook his head with a bitter smile. "What did you say?" Woody's unfriendly face became even colder. "Some people don't accept defeat till they face death. But an old fool like you won't surrender even after knowing that you could get killed. "Are you really stupid enough to value your assets over your own life? "Theo George, I advise you to think before you answer me! The reason why you're still alive is not because you're lucky, and it's certainly not because of my kindness!

Chapter 49: His Life Zaina’s POV In this world, life is like a game of survival. You need to be brave, wise, and strong to survive. The only difference between life and a real game is… once you die, it’s over. You can’t be resurrected. If you’re lucky enough to stay alive, then move forward and continue living in this chaotic and cruel world.

Additional Chapter 1: Part C. * One man may be the difference between victory and defeat ---- a quote from the movie, Entitled, Mulan. * *** ---- Stacy ---- Do you know the feeling of losing a part of you? When you feel like your whole life is meaningless? The pain of losing something so priceless that can never be regained... I was there, when My best friend, Jemmy breathed her last. I heard when the doctor said the words... << Time of death, 11:59 am. >>

You ripped my pride! 'Words are more dangerous than swords and guns. They reach further and hurt deeper.' That day I realized the depths of these lines. The wounds given by swords can heal but nothing can heal the wounds your words inflicted on me. They made me feel dirty like filth of your shoes, like a whore as you always say. You killed me that day Alexander.

"Stop being difficult, William! Just take the blame for plagiarism so the plot can move forward already!" Having had enough of these brain-dead comments, I pulled up the office surveillance footage I'd copied. "And here's the monitoring footage. It shows me working diligently every single shift, completing my tasks without slacking for even a moment. As for Maxim..."

"Natalie, why don't I give the necklace back to you? I shouldn't have accepted it in the first place." The moment her hand touched the necklace, Hunter spoke. "Keep it." Then, he turned to me and stressed, "Whoever drew it got it." I chuckled softly. The private room fell silent for a moment, and Hunter's gaze grew colder. Gabriel frowned and said, "Natalie, it was just a game. Did you really have to make an issue out of it?" Then, he stepped in front of Tiffany. His voice remained gentle, but to me, it felt like a knife pressing against my throat.

Simon raised a brow, waiting patiently for her to continue. “Why do you have to make a game of everything you do?” Simon opened the door of the car, but didn’t leave before responding. “Because life is a game, darling. The sooner you realize that, the easier it becomes.”

The Game of Life "Life is full of games." Those were the words that echoed in my mind as Marl and I left the country. Miss Aguirre said them to me as hot tears streamed down my cheeks. I carried the painful experiences in my chest, like heavy luggage. My departure was fueled by resentment, anger, and sorrow.