Yearbook Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

He leaned on the couch as if fed up with life, "I never met someone interesting these past few days, life became boring." "Too bad for you," I whispered and sipped the alcohol in my glass, yeah. Too bad for him but lucky me to meet someone who can entertain me for the time being. "By the way, I heard you are going to join the summer fest this year again. Last year was great, so sure many were looking forward to your first project as CEO. Can you feel the pressure?” He laughed shockingly, "Geez, can't imagine you getting nervous, dude."

“Oh, those were the glory days! We conquered every challenge that came our way, armed with our wit and a seemingly endless supply of late-night snacks. You, my friend, have always been the brains behind our academic triumphs.” Emily flashed a modest smile, her gaze filled with appreciation. “Well, you were the one who kept me sane throughout those sleepless nights. Your humor and infectious energy were like magic potions, revitalizing my exhausted mind.” Sarah playfully nudged Emily’s arm, the sleeve of her floral dress shifting. “Aw, come on. You're just being modest. And don't forget the guys we dated in college! Oh, the tales we could tell. Remember when we both went on blind dates and en

I didn’t have to wait long for the replies. “Aww,” Dad commented immediately, making me giggle. “Someone’s living their best life,” Mike teased. “Look at you, Miss Paris,” Leo added, followed by three laughing emojis. “Try not to embarrass us while you’re there,” Zack chimed in. And then there was Ryan. “You’re lucky I’m not there. I’d push you into the Seine.” I burst out laughing, covering my mouth as I scrolled through their silly comments. They were ridiculous—every single one of them—but I loved them more than words could say.

“And . . . they’ve been teaching us how to use them." I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE EXPERIENCING A STRONG SENSE OF déjà vu,” Saul says, but no one laughs. I wouldn’t describe the Northwest seconds as the jolliest of bunches, but they usually tease each other, dish out jabs, and exchange inside jokes that go way over my head.

Laura asked. Maya smiled. "Anything meaningful." Ethan looked horrified. "Oh no." The discussion immediately became chaotic. Some students planned to include letters to their future selves. Others wanted photographs or personal mementos. One person apparently intended to include an expired student meal card. Nobody could explain why. "I have no idea what to put inside," I admitted. Nick glanced toward me. "Really?" "Really." He seemed surprised. I couldn't blame him. Usually I had opinions about everything. This felt different. How were you supposed to summarize four years of your life in a single object? After the meeting ended, everyone headed off in different directions to find something

"That's some serious dedication right there. Me? I once took a dare from my college roommates and ate a pizza topped with anchovies, pineapple, and hot sauce. The combination was... unforgettable, and not in a good way. Our laughter mingled, filling the space with ease and creating a bubble of comfort amidst the day's tasks. It was these lighthearted exchanges, sharing silly stories over a simple lunch, that made the days feel vibrant and connected, like we were building a collection of shared memories one meal at a time.

No matter how difficult it may be to do for me today. It may be challenging. But it's pretty easy to excel in life. I will apologise to myself. I shouldn't begin my life on a negative note. I need to be brave to see life differently. I need to excel. Yes, I need to grow in life. I have grown stronger than who I have been those dead years. Not dead years. Years passed by. I don't very much appreciate the word death or dead in usage. I end my day's note with a new quote: "Maybe there is a super microbe which, if present in large numbers in my body, can make me live forever." I may be right in that. I will explore it today.

At least, tell him how I felt about him. I smiled sheepishly. "The thing is... It's been a long year for me. A really long one and although it's easy for me to say that it's been the most horrifying twelve months of my life, I'd be lying to myself if I said some of it hadn't be fun and exciting. I've met horrible and despicable monsters but I've also come in contact with some amazing people whom I will never forget in my life time." He chuckled. "Let me guess, I'm hashtag one on the list of horrible monsters."

Oh, he’s going to be quiet now? Me: I didn't even know you knew what those were. Ian Quinn: Emojis? Me: Yes. Ian Quinn: LOL. Just to needle him some more, I’m smiling as I type back. Me: Ah, you know acronyms too, this is interesting. Ian Quinn: What is? Me: People like you never know what LOL means. Ian Quinn: People like me? Me: Yeah, old people. The text shows the bubbles appear and disappearing, did I manage to make the great Ian Quinn speechless? I laughed under my breath, feeling quite pleased with myself. Take that Quinn. Finally, his reply pops in and I wasn’t holding my breath.

One of the guys gasps in horror, looking at my bag and it's telltale bulky squarish shape. "Uh…" I hesitate, grinning sheepishly and the guy shakes his head in disappointment. "First year, right?" I nod and he leans in as if to tell me some great secret. "First year grades mean nothing, you should be enjoying your first year. Skipping classes, getting drunk, making memories and fun but regrettable decisions. Not up late at night studying and stressing out." "Thanks." The bus turns up and they all climb on, apparently forgetting about me and continue talking about their plans for the night.