Novel & Cerita Tangerine Book Quotes

Whoever wrote this must’ve been carrying a lot of pain in them. ’To be happy is to be free and to be free is to meet death, as an old friend he walks awaiting my hand and I will leave with him, leaving behind no regret’ I closed the book and held it pressed against my chest. I needed a breather before I opened it up again, this time in the middle, and started reading. ’I see you in her eyes and her smile is all you, I wish you were here and could see her smile too. I wish you could hold her, feel her tiny fingers on your hand, I wish you could kiss her goodnight as you promised in the end’

As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me. Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved, the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed. For if you always think of me, I will never be gone. Margaret Mead “Let us never forget those who gave all to Skatom Mochain,” I said and lowered my glass to drink. I can say one thing for sure, this stuff wasn’t for the weak, it burned a bit going down.

“When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging and try filling it instead” stared at me in big blocky white letters. I stared at the motivation quote with the backdrop of an early morning beach of some crystalline blue ocean and wondered why I thought tacking that up in my locker was a good idea. I wasn’t even sure it made sense. “Robin Douglass, you are an idiot,” I whispered as I shook my head. That would explain why I’d think tacking up some silly quote would somehow change the insignificance and dullness of my life.

A tangerine has spread to the sky in the waves of voluminous illumination as the sun prepares to bid adieu. It’s too chaotic and crowded to feel the sensation of nature. Still, almost inevitably my eyes keep flickering back to the hovering birds twerking in the distance. ‘Umm…have I wronged you in any manner, Luna?’ Himanshu, the walking CCTV, asks through a mouthful of butterscotch with extra Choco chips. Sierra and I raise a questioning eyebrow at him.

He interlaced our fingers and whisked me away. ┌⁠|⁠o⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠o⁠|⁠┘⁠♪┌⁠|⁠o⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠o⁠|⁠┘⁠♪┌⁠|⁠o⁠^⁠▽⁠^⁠o⁠|⁠┘⁠♪ "Mummy! Your phone is wringing!" Tiffany scream was followed by hurried pat-pats of feet, and the kitchen door swung open.

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.

“Try them. They might taste like Willow Town.” At the mention of Willow Town, her eyes became a little blurry. She clenched the things in her hands and turned to leave without saying a word. Looking at her back view under the setting sun, John’s eyes dimmed. He turned to look at the pomegranate tree that was dyed orange by the setting sun and smiled sadly. He raised his hand and caressed the tree trunk, stroking the names carved in perpetuity. The words on the tree trunk did not become blurry with the passage of time. Instead, they became clearer.

I found a comfortable spot in a cozy nook, nestled among the towering shelves, and began to lose myself in the words. Minutes passed as I delved into different worlds, my eyes hungrily consuming each page. The slight tang of citrus filled the air as I sipped on my juice, its refreshing taste adding a touch of sweetness to the words. Time lost its meaning in this enchanted sanctuary, where the only limit was the boundless imagination within me.

Michael obediently followed Jane back to their seats and even patiently peeled an orange for her. Jane took the orange directly from his hand and smiled at him. Zachary watched coldly different attitude towards him and Michael. Frank gestured for me to sit down. I glanced at Zachary and then went to Jane's side. Seeing the wound on her lip, I asked, "Doesn't it hurt?" She was still eating an orange, that was really reckless. Jane shook her head. "I'm not that fragile. It's just the right kind of stimulation, it can help kill bacteria."

It tasted like the night we carved our names into wood and believed wood could outlast empires. It tasted like the valley I will never reach and the children whose names I still whisper to the stars. If anyone ever finds this diary, tell them the last safe word worked. It just took sixty years for the right creatures to hear it. Tell them two teenagers invented a silly word because they thought the universe had no imagination. Tell them the universe listened harder than we ever did. Tell them a boy kept a pomegranate in his fist until it bled through his fingers and still never said the word.