Quotes Reaction Novels & Stories

ZARA “That’s what people do when you stop explaining yourself. They fill in the gaps with their own fears, their own projections. But I don’t owe the world every chapter before it’s written.” She took a breath then, slow and deep, as if centering herself. ZARA (CONT’D) “Sometimes people try to rewrite your story for you. But I’ve learned—I hold the pen.” The room stilled. Even the sound engineer behind the camera leaned forward slightly. That line landed like thunder. The host gave a knowing smile. SADE “That part. That’s the quote.” Zara smiled too—but hers was quieter, as if she already knew the sentence had wings.

I wanted to take a deep breath and continue but her sudden laughter made me pause for a while to listen to what she wanted to say. "Two-way thing you said. Isn't that funny and unbelievable? How can you call this a 'two-way thing'?" She made air quotes and I just had to lower my head, shaking it slowly as I didn't know what else to do. Many things ran through my mind as I looked away from the window but her voice brought my gaze to her immediately.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Some people began to understand, and some did not quite get it. Rose frowned as she annunciated it like a mantra, “Poison. Poison? Is there any difference?” "The double quotation marks can express emphasis and citation, or a special title, as well as irony and negation. So the word ‘Poison’ doesn’t represent the poison everyone generally thinks about." Lily explained clearly, "But this mark won’t be seen in our usual speech. What I mean is that I did say the words, but not with the meaning that everyone understands."

I shook my head and went to sit across Audrey. She was laughing at the quotes on the wall. “These are hilarious,” she said, reading one aloud: ‘I don’t need you to brag about me, I just don’t want you to deny me in front of people. – FART!’ Her laughter burst out, filling the café. I just stared, completely captivated. Every laugh, every sparkle in her eyes, it was contagious. “Here’s another one!” she giggled. ‘What a life! Eggs every single day… eggs, eggs, eggs… Do you know who said that?’ Her eyes gleamed mischievously.

“If I choose the job, I obviously can’t go back to my mom, though?” It took her few seconds before she sighed. “Yeah, it makes sense. Sorry, I got it from p*******t and thought it was a cool quote.” I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing. But failed miserably as she made an eye contact with me. I cracked up to the point she throws the sofa cushion right onto my face. “Shut up.” “It’s a cool quote, though.” “Fuck off.”

he quoted. “The what?!” He burst into laughter again, “You didn’t know?” “Woah! That’s so rude of them to call me that” I gaped at the thought. “Hey, stop laughing! I’m gonna take back the friendship handshake if you laugh anymore” I threatened. He sat straight immediately clearing his throat. “Sorry, it’s not my fault you quote too much”. “But schmuck?” I placed a finger under my chin squinting. “That’s so rude. Who even came up with that?”

Zaina snapped and emphasize the word ‘so-called love’ by quoting this word using her hands. Thanks to her. She saves me from the tension they gave me. “So?” he shifted his gaze at me, waiting for my response. “Huh?” How many times did I utter “huh” in our conversation? I don’t get what Quir was trying to point out. It’s vague; I sense no appropriate words on my mind as my response. The more this conversation takes longer, the more I couldn’t comprehend what they were talking about. Why do I have to be this slow minded?

“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.”

I turned to look at him, exhaling rapidly before I talked. “I know he won't make that mistake of attacking first again. And if he plans to, we act on the famous quotes.” I said as I took a deep breath, wiping my face with my palm. “What famous quote are you talking about?” He asked as his eyes were opened widely, raising an eyebrow and looking rather curious. I smirked a little, tilting my head to face the direction of the crib of my baby. “Never interrupt your enemies when they are making a mistake,” I said slowly as if I were counting my words as they came out of my mouth. I adjusted on the bed, leaning forward a bit as I exhaled rapidly. Lucas took a deep breath as he licked his lips.