Witty Book Quotes Novels & Stories

Alaric pov "Liam, do you know that popular quote?" I asked, drumming my fingers mindlessly against the desk as I took a bite of the apple in my hand. "They say when life gives you lemons, squeeze them into your enemy's eyes." I tilted my head, a smirk curling on my lips as I watched him sigh and shake his head. "Boss, you got it wrong. The quote is 'When life gives you lemons, make lemonade.'"

Jace: I believe I am known for making interesting threats. Me: Don't flatter yourself. Jace: Why not, Amy? Do you think otherwise? Me: Ofcourse not. Jace: Good, because I was starting to think about very many effective kinky ways to awaken a forgetful mind. Me: Oh... Jace: What? Are you curious? Me: Definitely. Jace: Curiosity killed the cat. Me: Just a hint. Jace: I would say no telling but that is kinda over used, won't you say?

The little sweetheart of a lady tottered down the aisle, faced the congregation, and said, "I outlived the buggers." Memorable Quotes "Scattered showers my ass!" Noah. "I have no problem with you talking to yourself as long as it doesn't turn into an argument" Woody Allen. "If at first you don't succeed try, try again. Then quit. There's no point being a damn fool about it." W.C.Fields. "The one thing that all porn stars have in common is a dread of filming the scenes that don't involve sex" Fanny Lightfoot (Porn Movie Director) "For every human problem, there is a solution that is simple, neat, and wrong." H. L. Mencken

Britney asked bluntly, her eyes briefly glancing at the changing area for the ladies. Franklin's lips curled into a slight smirk, his hands clasped in front of him, his steady voice answering, "Britney, sometimes I really want to advise you: don’t be so smart! Being too clever isn’t always a good thing…" Britney sneered, "Is that so?"

I pushed all the old books in annoyance. There was a vase just beside it which I broke. I scattered everything still having no satisfaction. Coming down on my feet, I cried in disgust and so much pain. I began hitting the floor with anger. It was then I noticed something on the ground. A particular book stood out from others on the floor. It laid opened and there were words carved on it: “A wolf with powers never forgets his abilities.” Then there was another one. “And when darkness entails, I will lift you up.”

"No women ever shot her man while he was doing dishes." ~ Author unknown. - "Everyday. I couldn't be happy if I didn't see him everyday. He is absolutely necessary to me." Lucia read a quote from The picture of Dorian Gray. She vaguely smiled, this book meant so much to her. It was the book she once shared with him, a book that later hurt her because of the character he had compared her to but she loved it now. There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going.

Before I could even think of closing my mouth the correction poured out of me. “Perfect,” I corrected. His eyebrows flew up at me as if asking me a question. His face was a mixture of curiosity, and annoyance. “The quote. It’s “The more a thing is perfect, the more it feels pleasure and pain,” I said, looking back into his dangerous eyes, “I’ve read this book more times then I can count.” “Is that so? I like my version better,” he said. “You like your version even though your version is wrong?” I said, giving him a mocking smile, "That sounds like something a typical man would say."

“I didn’t say that.” “You heavily implied it.” “Well, if the shoe fits.” I laughed—a real laugh. Deep and warm, it resonated in the quiet cabin, startling even myself. God, he was sharp. I forgot how much I liked it when he snapped back. He didn’t always do it, not overtly, but when he did, when that razor-edge wit cut through the corporate niceties, it was addictive. “You’re lucky you’re cute when you’re annoyed,” I said, folding my hands in front of me, a picture of innocent observation.

Wounds that don’t really heal. But my ears were attuned to these sarcasms from my best friend. Every time he said something like this, I felt a strange urgency within. To arrive at the moment when I would make it big with my book. To arrive at The Booker. I would take those words in, like you swallow a bitter-tasting Saridon when you have a headache. And I would become quiet for a moment. He would understand, as always he did and then try to pacify me with kinder words.

'Not everything in the Mafia is illegal. And not everything can be settled with blood and money....' That was the first line, a brown cover book said. A sly grunt like a silly laugh escaped my lips as I read the malicious lines, most writers were perfect at preaching fallacies. Boring. Hypocrite. I'm not sure the perfect word to describe what those phrases actually meant. I read the lines again, somewhere in my head, my eyes studying the calligraphy on paper. I frowned. Stupid quote. My hands touched the words, and I tore out the page. Rumpling it and tusking it into the waste bin by the door.