The Poet X Quotes With Page Numbers Novels & Stories

Four months later... Over time, we became accomplices, and every day my feeling for Mr. X increased. His words warmed me and made me happy. Mr. X says: I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you yesterday. To make up for it, a poem. "You’ll know that I don’t love you and that I love you since in two ways is life, the word is a wing of silence, The fire is half cold. I love you to start loving you,

Xavier He pulled away from her. “Do you remember our poem?” “You mean Wordsworth’s poem?” “He might have written To a Butterfly, but we inspired him.” “From the future?” “Yes.” “Do you remember how it goes?” he asked. Sighing, she leaned away and looked at him. “We’re not back together, Xavier.” “I know.” he brushed his lips against her. “I’ve watched you now a full half-hour. Self-poised upon that yellow flower. And, little Butterfly! Indeed, I know not if you sleep or feed.”

I look out of the window, seeing the trees pass by me, so quickly. " Let the time, brush past us, still we will stand in the wave of memories, living a thousand years together in seconds," I say the quotes, I once wrote in my diary. " You and Xander. Your love's special. It makes me desire something like that too." Says Jacob, with his eyes fixed on the road. His lips curved to form a small smile.

--- Silence Absolute silence. --- My Chest Hurts Because suddenly— I understand. --- The Guilt The guilt isn't logical. But it's there. --- Xavier "When I called back..." He stops. --- For The First Time I see genuine pain break through his control. --- Xavier "It was too late." --- My Eyes Burn Immediately. --- Because No matter how powerful he became afterward— No amount of success fixed that moment. --- My Feet Move Before I Think Toward him. --- Xavier Doesn't Stop Me

Then I remember I don’t bowl. Scott Dear Sarah, I’ve done it. I’m reading a poem that I know I should have read years ago, but it’s just so damn long. There’s a bit of Italian at the beginning that basically translates to, “Listen up,” and then there’s this: Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table; Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats

I am going nuts by trying to keep her attention on me. "You know, there's my favorite quote from Dead Poets Society…" I began blabbering. In my John Keating voice, I continued. "I stand upon my desk to remind myself that we must constantly look at things in a different way." I took the brief second from my monologue to look at her. She isn't doing anything--which was both a relief and a panic to me. Who knows what's going on in her mind.

He moved through the aisles slowly, running his fingers along spines, until he stopped at the poetry section. Rilke. Of course. Her favorite. He pulled a copy from the shelf and flipped it open. A note slipped out, falling to the floor. He bent to pick it up, thinking it was a bookmark, but when he unfolded it, his breath caught. “When love becomes memory, let it teach you how to stay human.” It wasn’t hers he knew that. Just a quote someone had written and left behind. But somehow, it felt like an answer. Like the universe whispering what he couldn’t say out loud.

His dry lips fumbled over the words, pale and trembling. “If I’d known it was Seraphina—I would never have—” “Shut up.” Xander’s voice was a low snarl, venomous and shaking. “You’re not worthy to say her name.” He turned his back, but the moment he did, his strength vanished like a flame in a blizzard. He collapsed, sinking into the snow as though crushed by a mountain. “Seraphina…” He crawled forward, inch by agonizing inch, his hands shaking. Blood streamed from his eyes, mixing with the frost. His lips parted, but all that came out were broken, gasping sounds—choked syllables of her name.

“P-please.” Choking back a sob, Ava nodded. “Good,” Xavier breathed. “Now…go get me…some help.” . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 10:00 PM

A smile blossomed on his face, “I’m just a boy standing in front of a girl, asking her to love him.” Serenity’s smile widened at the familiar quote. She wanted nothing more than to tease him for it, but the melting of her heart stopped her. Every steady thud of Xander’s heart beneath her fingers sent a shockwave through her. The way he held her so securely to him, left tingles on her skin. “How long have you been waiting to use that line on a girl?” She grinned wickedly. “Ever since you forced me to watch that movie.” He revealed with a laugh of pure joy.