Contemporary Fiction Quotes

“You are the author of your life. So please don’t let anyone including yourself make you think otherwise. If you feel like you don’t like how your story goes, just write it differently. You have the tools, the courage, the power…you have it all!”
― Iva Kenaz, My Melancholic Diary

“Not because of you. You were perfect. Are perfect. You’re considerate, moral, brave. But you reminded me…”He couldn’t finish.
I swallowed through a dry throat. “Of her.”
“No.” He blinked. “Of me. Who I used to be. Somebody who would stick up for his friends, even if it was risky. Somebody who put other people first. Somebody who…” He let out a helpless laugh. “Somebody who screwed up a lot.”
― Jenn Marie Thorne, The Wrong Side of Right

“I want you,
As soon as you realize how bad this is for you,
You’d better disappear from here.
But until that day, I’m taking you.
You’re mine!”
― Britten Thorne, Devil's Fall

“Write your dreams down, toss them into the sea, and make a wish, Isabel. Life is too short to live with regrets, own today as if it was your last.”
― A.M. Willard, Fading Memories

“Talk to me. Say something, anything," he pleaded quietly as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.
"There's nothing to say."
He looked up and lowered his eyebrows on his eyes. "Why did you kiss me?”
― Stephanie Witter, Six Years

“She'd flown bareback across wide-open Texas land. She'd once shot a charging boar and never flinched. She'd put her life at risk for her country without a complaint. She was not a weakling.”
― Becky Wade, Her One and Only

“There are moments in our lives that define the people we will become in the future, like a symptom before an ailment, or the catalyst before the cure.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Could I be jealous of the way he was touching my horse? Yep ... I was.”
― Carly Kade, In The Reins

“Popularity is like a girl in class that you can't ignore. She give you eyes when no one looks then turns to her friends and laughs some more.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“The price of coming from a small town is that everyone knows your story. Your book has been read, shelved, dusted, and re-read by everybody.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“You know-portraits are odd things." "How do you figure?" I asked. "Well at the time, that portrait told the whole story. It told the truth. We were a family-a happy family. Now that same portrait just looks like a lie.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Character isn't something you talk about; it's something you show through your actions-through your every day habits.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Society gets by from the help of its citizens.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“I guess what's most important is that we chose to live with our hearts open and to let our experiences show us the way towards our brightest days.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“I guess it was only fitting that to them PUNK was a four letter word. However, to people like Dylan and I-punk was our hearts-our souls. We grew up with a lot of uncertainties. To be a teenager isn't always pretty, and our music reflected that.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Sometimes a beautiful woman had to do nothing more than smile to make you forget about any ugliness.”
― Bart Hopkins, Fluke

“The damage and destruction from the soft brush of pen on paper, a minuscule twitch of muscles at the end of manicured fingers, and people's lives forever altered.”
― Jason Greensides, The Distant Sound of Violence

“Il tempo è solo un'invenzione umana, una comoda unità di misura che regola il trascorrere della storia e dell'esistenza di una persona e cambia secondo i punti di riferimento. Nessuna misurazione è in grado di calcolare l'intensità di una vita vissuta. Un giorno misura le ore, ma non il grado di felicità, la passione, l'emozione o il dolore con cui sono trascorse.”
― Monica Peccolo, Il senso del nostro amore

“″Non voglio più guardare a quello che ho perso, ma a quello che abbiamo avuto insieme, Nat.″
Sopraffatto da quelle parole, Nathan la bloccò contro la porta, affondando con forza dentro le sue labbra. Pensava di trovarla impreparata, ma si sbagliava: lei gli si aggrappò alle spalle, contraccambiandolo con intensità. Poi sentì che lo spingeva via, per allontanarlo.
Per non interrompere quell'incredibile contatto, lui ruotò su se stesso, appoggiandosi alla porta e incollandola contro di sé.
Eva gli afferrò il viso con entrambe le mani e continuò a baciarlo, come se non esistesse altro al mondo: né un domani né un'altra occasione.”
― Monica Peccolo, Il senso del nostro amore

“You still give me butterflies.”
― Tan Redding, A Banquet Of Crumbs

“In times such as these, life often begs us to seek answers when in reality there are only questions available.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Dream-start with dream. Start tonight-become who you want-dream big!" He became animated at this point, "No money needed for dreams. Dreams are free.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“That night, he laid in his bed thinking about all the possibilities. They came like waves in his mind. At first they came slow, then gradually built up speed, cresting into full on dreams, until finally, they broke onto the shore with all of their reality. First dreams, then nightmares.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Christopher was wearing a suit and adorned make-up. As long as I had known him, he never wore a suit or make-up. The look of him defenseless to his appearance saddened me.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“What were we, but kids with apartments and jobs anyway?”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“Couples swayed and embraced to the beat as the singer's vocals soared above a group of confused teenagers and twenty-something's.”
― Brian Joyce, The B-Side Diaries

“He watches the shadows cast by her hands as she sorts through their clothes scattered across the floor. The shape of her arms as she reaches up, slipping his black T-shirt over her head -- like victory. He considers the triumph of this moment, the slick of sweat on his chest. A small clatter, then the sound of a striking match. Her face glows. he reaches for her. She blows the match out, darts across the room, lights another one, glows, blows it out.”
― Suzanne Alyssa Andrew, Circle of Stones

“You're very different from the man I pictured you to be."
I smirk at her, amused. What, so she didn't think I'd be a fucker with a drinking problem who is obviously very much into casual sex and reckless driving on a classic bike? I arch an eyebrow at her and run a hand along my square jaw. "I hope you find me sexier.”
― Stephanie Witter, We Shouldn't And Yet...

“Outside the snow piled up like insulation, and he took her hand. Her breath made little clouds that merged with the little clouds of his breath." (Visible Wounds)”
― Lisa C.Taylor

“She will toss the leaves in a wooden bowl with a micro spray of olive oil, a drop of balsamic vinegar, the insanely expensive balsamic vinegar that she bought at the gourmet store, so viscous it drips in a slow, thick stream. A tomato. A Persian cucumber. These will emerge, pristine, from her tiny refrigerator, chilled, perfect. She will slice them thinly and fan them into beautiful patterns, a vegetable mandala, courtesy of the mandoline, a feast for the eyes. She will hand-crumple Parmigiano Reggiano onto the top, and then, from on high, she will brandish the mill and grind coarse crystals of pink salt form the Himalayas into fine, sparkly shavings that will float, like snowflakes, onto the pale green surface of her salad.”
― Janice Y.K. Lee