Fiction Quotes - Page 20

Entah mengapa, mendadak dia merasa bahwa berkenalan dengan si pemilik nama itu sepertinya akan menyenangkan.

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He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.

Even in the gay spots around town, he could walk in and suddenly realize he was the only person of color in the room. He faced questions in all the eyes he greeted. What’s he doing here? Does he think he’s one of us? How ironic that even here in the nation’s self-proclaimed “gay summer capital” he should feel unwanted, excluded.

There is nothing so sexy as a good-looking man in a good-looking pair of shorts.

I shall be up before you are awake; I shall be afield before you are up; and I shall have breakfasted before you are afield. In short, I shall astonish you all.

The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop.

Love is the greatest unseen force in the universe." - Cole

Dead. Supposedly Suicide. That's how they'll kill Michael too. Make it look like a suicide or an accident of some sort.

I've learned that the most unbelievable is the most believable.

Maybe that was the best part. The beautiful peace that came with
living her own story, knowing every turn of the page and tug of the
heart was a new beginning.

Cinta hanyalah sebuah cerita yang mencoba membahagiakan para tokoh tanpa tahu ending-nya bagaimana.

Energy is neither created nor destroyed. It just changes shape.

An eye for an eye my friend.

Justice will prevail!

God, there must be a meaning. Fiercely he was certain that there must be a meaning.
Surely, while we live we are not lost.
Oh Janos, Janos my brother!
Surely we are not lost-while we live.

Death. It was something I had to think about once. Weird, right? Strange that death was ever an inevitable end, but it wasn’t anymore. Not really. I eluded it. Tricked it. It was an odd concept - the world aged, moved forward, yet I . . . didn’t.

Aunt Rosa, a fussy, angular, wild-eyed old lady, who had lived in a tremulous world of bad news, bankruptcies, train accidents, cancerous growths - until the Germans put her to death, together with all the people she had worried about.

The sight of her made him understand why he'd lost his faith in God.

If I were a character in one of my books, I'd be the optimistic one, believing the best and urging others to do the same.