Tangerine Book Quotes Novels & Stories

With the book held close to my heart, I continue to delve into its pages, immersing myself in the fragrant world of love that Tuberose has created. And as I close the book, I know that I am ready to face the challenges that lie ahead. Tuberose's words have given me the strength to persevere and to continue striving for greatness. With her as my guiding light, I am confident that my journey toward success will be nothing short of extraordinary.

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

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Power was efficient when it didn’t have to shout. Later at recess, I saw her with that friend—Bethany—sitting in the corner like two awkward birds. I felt a pull at the sight of them, the same tug I feel when a plan checks out. I walked over, my twenty-dollar lemonade in hand because I liked the idea of ruining the picture fully. One toss, and the liquid hit the book. The soft rip of pages was satisfying in the way a good sentence should be.

He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer, as he spoke quietly. "I'm alright, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of gratitude and affection. "Just talking about it brings up some old, painful memories, but I'm fine. I'm sorry you had to hear all that..." Shush. I'm here, Trayaksh. You can talk to me about it. You know there's a famous quote by Paulo Coelho. It's something like "Don't forget: Beautiful sunsets also need a cloudy sky." She said, squeezing his hand in a reassuring gesture as her small hand held his big hand on its own, spreading a bright smile on his face for the first time in years.

Franc added, “And the pulse never fades.” Outside, the stars began to blink into view, their light twinkling like diamonds against the velvet sky. The mural shimmered with a soft, ethereal glow, a beacon of hope and resilience in a world that often felt dark and uncertain. The final visitor signed the guestbook, their words a poignant reflection on the journey they had undertaken: “I didn’t want the story to end. But I needed it to tell me I’m enough.”

His long eyelashes fluttered open and caught me staring. “Are you done admiring me darling?” He said. I gave him a weird look and rolled my eyes. I felt a hand tap my elbow later and saw a note underneath it. “When does the suffering end?” It read. I wrote back : “if you pay attention, time will move faster, a great philosopher once said” I passed it back and smiled to myself. “Does that great philosopher like lemonade? And has a last name that starts with C?” I chuckled.

she asked, her voice a low murmur, like rustling leaves. "We… we think so," Bima replied, holding up the notebook. "We're looking for a specific taste. Something… ancient." The old woman’s gaze flickered to the notebook, then to Bima's face. A slow smile spread across her lips, revealing teeth stained with the color of ripe berries. "Ancient tastes are the most potent. They carry wisdom. They carry life." She gestured to a pile of particularly ripe mangoes, their skins a deep, sunset orange. "These have been kissed by the sun. And soon, they will be transformed."