Quotes When Enough Is Enough Novels & Stories

Enough! Already ...... enough!

Dante said. "That this is enough," Elian said. "Not enough in the resigned sense. Enough in the sense of — the correct amount. The right size. The thing that is specifically and accurately sufficient." He looked at Dante. "The character spends the whole novel learning that enough is not a settling. It's a recognition. The most complete form of having something is knowing you have it." Dante looked at him across the evening table. "That's right," he said.

Just now. That was enough. Always enough. Forever enough.

A/P "Don't ever think you aren't good enough for anything. There are a lot of things you may be too good for, but not anything you're not good enough for." ~A/N

“We’re taking it a day at a time.” “That’s the best way to do things,” Brown proclaimed. “Epicurus said, ‘Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not.’” Sarah grinned. Brown had an incredible brain for memorization, and always had a few words of wisdom from a philosopher at the ready. “I’ve missed your quotes.”

I didn’t want them to see me like this. A wreck. Weak. Nothing. A shell of an empty person. “I am enough”. I kept repeating in a whisper. “I am enough.”

--- Not promise. --- Just willingness. --- And for now… --- That was enough.

She prayed silently that he believed her. Quote for this episode: "This world would be a whole lot better if we just made an effort to be less horrible to one another."--Ellen Page.

“You told me that you couldn’t live without me.” “That was before…she’s the one I can’t live without now.” He looked away from her, eyes fixating on the wall. “Enough of this, it’s ruining the mood. Because I know you might’ve been influenced by the anger of not being enough, your punishment will not be severe.” The fact that he could say it like that had Quinn’s heart crumbling…she wasn’t enough, huh?

"Because I know you. And I won’t let you forget who you are, even if they try to burn it out of you." But her words slid off me like water on glass. But she kept whispering into my hair, "You’re enough, you’re enough, you’re enough.." like if she said it a hundred times it would finally sink into my bones. The memory sliced through the fog as my stomach twisted, but this time it wasn’t from shame.