Quotes When Enough Is Enough Novels & Stories

“Be thankful for what you have; you’ll end up having more. If you concentrate on what you don’t have, you will never, ever have enough.” – Oprah Winfrey MELODY POV Warm, dry air breezed into the dining room through the open window. The curtains rustled on the walls with a smooth hum and a melodic white. In front of me lay 8 seat dining table, with all seats occupied except one on my right. I was slowly getting pissed off by the cat-and-mouse chase Jordan was playing with me, and I know I said I wasn't going to give up. But fuck.

Nothing she needed to escape. She woke with a deep sense of calm that didn’t fade with daylight. Before bed, she opened her notebook one last time that evening and wrote: Enough is not a stopping point. It’s a way of standing. She closed it gently. Outside, the city breathed. Inside, Serena did too. And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t measuring what she had against what she lacked. She was simply living within what fit. And it was enough.

Just enough. Enough to make me breathe again. Enough to make me break. Enough to make me swear— When she returned, nothing and no one would ever take her from me again. Not gods. Not marks. Not destiny. Nothing. Not ever.

she moved closer to him and clasped her hand over his, “I am telling you my favorite quote because it applies to you Nathan. I have seen you so many times put yourself down because you are blind but I want you to know that you can do much better, you don’t have to beat yourself up everyday because you can’t see, you are still the Nathan that the world knows and the world awaits more from you” “Babe…” he whispered but he could not get the words out of his mouth, he wasn’t expecting her to do this for him, this was the first time and it was beautiful. “Should I tell you another quote from the book?” “Hmmm” he nodded, “i really want to hear it” “Don't take life too seriously. Punch it in the fa

“Because you've been staring at the same slide for ten minutes.” I opened my mouth. Then closed it. She was right. I leaned back. “What if they don't like it?” “Then they'll tell you what they don't like.” “And?” “And you fix it.” I smiled. “You make everything sound easy.” “No.” She shrugged. “I just know you.” That sentence stayed with me. I had spent so much time worrying about whether I was enough. Strong enough. Smart enough. Capable enough. Now I was beginning to understand that being enough didn't mean never being uncertain.

[VECTOR] “Enough is enough!” Roberto Sandri, the septuagenarian leader of the Sandri empire, slams his cane against the pristine marble floor, demanding the rapt attention of those gathered around the expansive circular table. His eyebrows furrow in frustration and his voice booms through the room, commanding respect and authority. It’s clear that he’s reached the end of his patience, and his sharp words leave no room for argument or negotiation.

“Every night is girl’s night?” “Are you done?”. “Even if I can’t make it perfect, I can make it better”. “That’s enough of the barbie quotes”. “Nooo, it’s Kenough!”. Laughing loudly, I plant my ass in her abomination. “Seriously though, what the hell happened with this thing? A candy cane vomited all over it?”.