Quotes When Enough Is Enough Novels & Stories

The same core I had believed on the phone on Monday morning. "I know that too," I said. She looked at me. "Is that enough?" she said. I sat with the question. Enough was a specific word. It implied a threshold. A line between the side where things were insufficient and the side where they were adequate. I had been thinking about enough since Monday. About what it meant and what it required and whether I was capable of it yet or whether capable was something that needed more time than five days. "Not yet," I said. "But it's a start."

" Previously, anytime she patiently explained something, I would let it go right away. But this time, all I felt was irritation. I was tired of hearing the same excuses over and over. "Got it. I'll be late for work. I'm heading out."

His thumb brushed reassuring circles against the fabric covering my hip. “You don’t have to impress anyone.” “I know.” “You don’t have to prove yourself.” “I know.” “You only have to be yourself.” I looked up at him. “What if that isn’t enough?” His expression changed instantly. Serious. Certain. “It is.” The conviction in those two words settled somewhere deep inside me. “You are enough, Selene.” No hesitation. No doubt. Just truth. My throat tightened. No one had ever said those words to me before. Not once.

She simply stared at the disturbed earth covering Hazel's grave. "I'm tired. I'm tired of trying to fit into a life that was never built for me." The words came slowly, as though each one had to force its way out. "I'm tired of trying to be enough." I felt something tighten inside my chest, "You are enough." She laughed, "I don't want this anymore. I don't want to spend every day wondering whether I'm smart enough. Strong enough. Good enough. I don't want to stand beside someone who's always ten steps ahead of me."

"That's what matters. That's all that matters. That's everything. That's enough. That's more than enough. That's all I ever needed. That's all I ever wanted. That's all I'll ever need. That's all I'll ever want. That's all I'll ever hold." "Is it? Is it really? Is it enough? Is it enough to make up for the years? Is it enough to make up for the silence? Is it enough to make up for the pain? Is it enough to make up for the lost time? Is it enough to make up for the tears? Is it enough to make up for the nights I spent alone? Is it enough to make up for the empty bed?"

I hadn't had this kind of informal conversation with anyone not even with mom, though Noah tried many times being Eric James Winslet I never bothered. But today, I was giving in that too to this girl. "Don't you want anyone in your life?" she asked, breaking the series of my thoughts. "No, I am enough for me. This useless feeling makes a person useless too. It's a destruction that a person himself invites. Nothing else, if you want to achieve anything stop thinking rubbish." I coldly replied. "You know what we always need a person who holds us in a crowd, listens to us when we shout, embraces us we make them proud maybe because...," I cut her "Enough, now let's move." cannot take this anym

No one fights by begging. Or what do you think? A part of me whispered.. Sometimes z we must stoop to conquer.. Keep pleading and you just might be the first to touch some soft spot in his hardhearted nature. How hilarious! I chuckled. The King, show mercy? No way. 'Stop being a coward, Latifah'. I thought. How? I immediately remembered my father at one time, quoting the famous words of Julius Caesar, that… Cowards die many times before their death. But the villains never taste of death but once.

"My entire life has been built around refusing to accept 'enough.'" She laughed once. "Enough justice? Enough freedom? Enough truth? Those were always excuses people used to stop trying." Charlotte waited. Marra sighed. "But maybe..." She searched for the words. "...maybe that's different from knowing when *I* have done enough for today." Charlotte nodded slowly. "The world doesn't become better because we destroy ourselves trying to save it." Marra looked toward the windows. "I wish someone had told me that twenty years ago." "They probably did." Marra smiled.

“You're still going to apply. I don't care if I have to sell my kidney and half a lung. I'll definitely get the money somehow.” “But..” she sniffed. “You've already done so much and…” “I'm not giving up on your dreams, Eleanor.” I pressed a kiss to the side of her head. “One of us has to become something legendary, and I vote you.” Whoever came up with the quote Easier said than Done , was definitely referring to me, because that was the first harsh lesson I'd learned this afternoon.

“You’re right. I did, Henry. I really loved you. “But I’m not a toy. I’m a person. “What made you think you could take my love for granted? That you could hurt me over and over again, and I’d just take it? “What made you think that after all the pain you caused, you could just say ‘I love you’ and I’d come running back to you like a fool?”