Quotes On Game Of Life の小説・ストーリー

“To me, life is the worst kind of game. Life is absurd. Cool characters profit, and poor characters are exploited. There are no principles worth respecting. It’s just a game of chance. There’s no point in pouring my time and energy into something like that, and there’s no need to. That was my way of thinking.” “O-okay…” Zoe’s smile was steadily turning to shock. “So even if I lost at the game of life—for example, people ignoring me in class, not having a girlfriend or even regular friends, having a low social status—none of that mattered. ’Cause the game was shit to begin with. On the other hand, games like Battle Royale were great, so it was way more meaningful to win at it than at life. It

Once he was outside he turned to say something to me, but I wanted none of it. I shut the door in his face, walked over to the couch, and buried my head in my hands. I thought of a favorite childhood quote of mine from The Lion King. “Life’s not fair, is it? You see, I shall never be king. And you shall never see the light of another day.”

I whisper. “Then go…" “I can't-” “No such word as can't!” He mumbles, standing up from the table. I chuckle, “that’s precisely what my mother used to say.” I look down at the table, drawing figure eights on it with my fingertip.” “Wise lady,” he mutters. “Doctor Cameron-” I start. “Go, Miss Bishop. If it's one thing that I have learnt in life, it is that life can be taken away in a split second. Don't walk through life wondering 'what if'.” He states firmly, picking up his backpack from the ground.

“No! No! On the left!” “Use the sniper!” “I said left!” “No! Now we’re dead! It’s game over! We lost the game!” “How could the great-genius Stefano lose a simple game?!” “What simple?! It’s hard and also stupid! What kind of person would be alive even after five shots of bullet? Is that dude immortal?” “It’s a game character! It’s fictional! What kind of boring life did you live that you don’t even know how game logic works?!”

"That's quite a deep perspective on life. Are you saying you see it as a game with a predetermined end?" She nodded, "Exactly. Life is like a complex game with its own set of rules and uncertainties. Some win, some lose, but in the end, we all face the same outcome." I leaned against the railings, contemplating her words. "So, how do you navigate this 'game' then? Any strategies?" She chuckled, "Survival is key. Adaptability, resilience, and a touch of unpredictability. Those are my strategies. What about you? How do you play this game?"

You will have an easier time getting me to school tomorrow as a result of this. Who was I to debate the matter? Henry V, played by Shakespeare, is the one who originally used the phrase "The game is afoot." When it came to having a genuine connection with Sharon, I couldn't help but get the impression that our relationship was like a game of chess being played out on a monopoly board. Now, let's hope that Sharon has at least a basic understanding of the game's rules. BOOKING

He said, shrugging, before getting his bag. “Wow. You are a whole new species. Still have the energy after extensive soccer training? Impressive. I’ll be out of your way then.” I said, standing up from the stool and starting to walk out of the kitchen. "You want to experience something more impressive?" He smirked at me, and I could already read what was going on in his mind. "In your dreams, Tanner." I said, forcing a smile at him before leaving him in the kitchen. “Mav! Oh my god! F*ck!”

I’m giving him an awful look, and while my head still hurts mildy, I say, “because it is. It’s naturally an awful game. I wonder whatever it is people see in it.” Pete holds out his hand which made me pause in my words. He closes his eyes for a second, breathing out and when he is ready, he reopens them and fixates his gaze on me. “The game of chess holds the secret of life. It hides the very essence of which we move in our routines till we achieve that greatness from our wishes.” He sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. “You must understand that every creature, whether strong or weak, want to be at the top of something, and that’s how competition, ecology, and other forms of adaptation

Livia’s gaze didn’t shift, but her tone was laced with quiet steel. “I’m willing to give it a try. Let’s see what you’re willing to offer.” He turned, looking out into the depths of the night. “But remember this, Livia: Anyone who plays with me ends up either a rival… or a corpse. I hope you’ll be the former.” “Then remember this too,” Livia said with a slight smile, her eyes calm and unfathomable as deep lake water. “Other people bet their lives—I bet my chances. And this game? I’ve played it before.”

None that would sway the game in my favour anyway. Darkly lashed eyelashes fluttered slightly. A tiny smile appeared on his face but his eyes were serious when he met my eyes. “Is that right? Life is like chess Taylor. Even when you think it’s over there’s always a choice to be made.” “That might be the case but-“ The sound of his black glass piece knocking mine over was loud in the quiet night air. “There, it is done.” The smile on his face grew. “But remember that you had a choice , you could have continued to fight.”