The Novel Quotes
Action is the pulse of any good story, but the character is the heart. If the action has no consequence to the character, the story loses heart.
I never want you to deny anything about yourself because you have grown up thinking it’s unacceptable or inconvenient for the people around you.
It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.
True. The school admin decided that a girls clothes were more important than her education.
...Love can give you the most exhilarating wonderful highs at times... ...Then there will be dives that will take all you have just to hold on... Quote on the Title Page of "Love TORN Asunder
She is my friend, and there is nothing you can say or do that can stop me from helping her.
In this world there are two types of people: the ones who hurt, and the ones who are hurt. But if we all claim to be the victims, then aren't we all the criminals too?
Baggage? Who are you talking to? I am the Maharajah of baggage. I could fly to the moon and back and never have to do laundry.
She was always like this, only moves when her mind and heart tells her to move, not doing what everyone demanded her to do.
This many pretty girls in the room, all watching you boys like you’re a wedding-reception one-night stand waiting to happen—
I’d like to say I’m not dressed up for anyone in particular, but that would be a lie.
I do not think, Prospero, ' he said, 'that one should attribute a very high degree of reality to your house.
Nahum bobbed again. 'My crest is cropped by croaking cranes. I go to drown in doleful dumps, dead-drunk with drearihead.
I take my food very seriously. Whenever I hear that bell, I know Mrs. Norris is hankerin' for some spam.
Stars crown the world, she said, but the lights in your eyes, those are stars, too. They make up your crown, he said.
A great book increases my heartbeat as if I’m prey, melts my insides in anticipation of a first kiss, immerses me in its depths.
And so we continued to live in fear, hoping that we would not get caught. Fear had become our constant companion at this dreadful Lashkar-e-Taiba camp.
We’ll have to go back there one day, the both of us. You can show my all your favorite places.”“Silly man, ” I laughed and pulled his face down to mine. “You are my favorite place.
Eli had shone a light into my world, he'd lit up the dark corners just by existing and even if I walked away now, I knew I'd ache for him.
It’s always the ones we’re not supposed to have who are the most irresistible.
Some people you meet and they're your friend for a day. Some you meet and you never really know at all. And then there are those who get caught inside your soul and stay there forever.
My mom says . . . there are bad people who hurt others for fun . . . and there are good people who do it by accident. Like, they make a mistake? I think you're a good person.
Penelope? Thank you. For not leaving me alone to deal with this . . . when things got hard. other people would have. You're a true friend.
Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.
Dreams are meant to become reality. Don’t ever think you can’t do something just because it’s difficult.
Every great novel begins with a single word. One word, followed by another and another and another. Sentences forming paths to that dream.
Someone once told me that we move when it becomes less painful than staying where we are".
It's like people don't only look good when they look like a magazine. People can be aesthetically beautiful in the way sunsets and leaves and things are.
Man only has eyes to beauty when it costs them the inevitability of losing.
Every gesture and every look he gives me takes me by surprise and causes my heart to stutter.
I grab the nearest lamppost when my knees threaten to give out, panting for breath as the words rip through me
It is a dangerous thing to substitute reading or writing for living. Live first, then write.
There is no revelation in my words. I am merely stating what others have forgotten to write down.
When we step onto the bridge, Nathan turns and spreads his arms out wide. ‘Welcome to Pont des Arts, a.k.a. The Lock Bridge.
I head in the direction of the Eiffel Tower when I exit the alley, relieved to be out of the dark.
People wonder why the novel is the most popular form of literature