Quotes When Enough Is Enough Novels & Stories

“To know she is entirely genuine with you and entirely genuine with someone else simultaneously. That you are not enough. That you have never been enough.” “That’s not—” “Don’t.” His hand came up, stopping me, a wall not a touch. “Don’t tell me what it is. I was there.” “You are enough,” I said. My voice broke on it. “Nate, you are more than—” “If I were enough, you wouldn’t have needed him.” I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

"Which is?" "You are enough. You will always be enough, no matter what others tell you." A faint smile touched one corner of Clohes' mouth as her eyes started to water. "That is the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me." She sniffled, wiping the inner corners of her watery eyes with her pinky fingers as she tried not to smudge her eye make-up

“Enough! Violence will not be tolerated on school grounds.” But she only spat, her voice venomous. “Then I’ll say it again until they obey. Kneel! Or I’ll…” Her voice cut off. Abruptly. Her mouth opened, but no sound emerged. She strained, face turning red, hands clawing at her throat, but silence choked her every attempt. The crowd gasped. I stood tall, my hand half-raised, my eyes steady. “Enough,” I said, my voice carrying across the yard. “My sons will not be humiliated for defending themselves. Not now. Not ever.”

None at all. Just survival. Just love. Just us against the world. And that would have to be enough. It had to be. Please let it be enough. Please.

Right now she is listening to the laugh. Right now is enough. Right now has always been enough. She is finally, fully, here for it.

I held him tight and let him break. "I don't deserve you," he said. "You keep saying that." "Because it keeps being true." "Then stop saying it." "Why?" "Because I'm tired of hearing it. I'm tired of you pushing me away. I'm tired of you thinking you're not enough. You are enough. You've always been enough. You were enough the day I met you. You were enough when I hated you. You were enough when I loved you. You will always be enough." He laughed. The sound was broken. Hollow. Then he kissed me. Hard. Desperate. Like I was the only thing keeping him alive.

"You first give me the news when you carry come, after bad news, good news go enter." "Seriously? You are now forming for me abi?" "Ehen?" I shrug my shoulders "can't a babe form again? See it's not easy to be a diva and right now that is what I am, so madam, abeg, allow me form small." "No problem oo, just know that 'first to do e nor dey pain, second to do e eye go red' remember oo" I laugh uncontrollably at her words. She had just said a quote about how bitter revenge is on the victim, and it was a quote I heard mostly from pre teens thus hearing it from her seemed kind of akward but in a funny way.

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters appearing in this work are a work of fiction and only a product of my imagination. Enjoy reading! ------ Did you ever wonder when will be your last day living in this world? What will be the last word you will say to your loved ones, who will be the last person that you will see at your last moment. It's either a doctor or a person who will bring an end to you?

Maya dropped the phone and knelt in front of her again, gripping her hands firmly. “Don’t say that.” “Then what should I say?” Diane snapped, tears finally spilling over. “What should I tell myself when everyone around me is moving forward and I keep getting left behind?” Maya’s eyes burned with unshed tears of her own. “You should tell yourself that you are enough. That people’s betrayals are not a reflection of your worth.” Diane shook her head violently. “It doesn’t feel true.” “I don’t care how it feels right now,” Maya said, her voice firm but trembling. “It is true. And one day, when this pain dulls, you’ll see it.”

He strained his ears to hear what could be causing it when the movie was just about over. He picked up on the soft words she sang along to the music. He knew then that she wasn’t alright. “Wake me up, Say enough is enough, I'm dying to live. Something's gotta give, Pull me out of this sinking town. I'm dying to live, Something's gotta give.”