Dramatic Moment Quotes

“What doesn't kill us sharpens us. Hardens us. Schools us. You're beating plowshares into swords, Vosch. You are remaking us. We are the clay, and you are Michelangelo. And we will be your masterpiece.”
― Rick Yancey, The 5th Wave

“I’m not sure how big ten centimeters is, but Emily’s passageway into life was definitely not large enough to suit me. In fact, everything had been pushing on me for hours. I felt like toothpaste emerging from a tube. Painfully and slowly, like an inch per hour.”
― Jack Getze, Making Hearts

“I woke up out of the ether with an utterly abandoned feeling, and asked the nurse right away if it was a boy or a girl. She told me it was a girl, and so I turned my head away and wept. ‘all right,’ I said, ‘I’m glad it’s a girl. And I hope she’ll be a fool — that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby

“In the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive me what I’m about to do.”
“Forgive you wha—”
My sentence was cut off as he clamped his mouth over mine, kissing me deeply.

...

“Ready to make a scene?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Do I have a choice?”
“Not really. To quote something someone said to me recently, in the interests of friendship, I hope you’ll forgive what I’m about to do.” I drew back my hand and slapped him across the face. The smack of flesh striking flesh echoed through the hall. Conversations stopped as people whipped around to stare at us. Raising my voice to something just below a shout, I snarled, “You asshole!”
― Seanan McGuire, Late Eclipses

“And as a cloud passed over the sun, sending the scene into shadows, the last thing Agatha saw was a new king cast in a golden glow and the old one dragged into the dark by his twisted green chains... The Snake become the Lion and the Lion become the Snake.”
― Soman Chainani, Quests for Glory

“«Εύχομαι να μη σε είχα συναντήσει ποτέ!» του είπε με χαμηλή φωνή. «Έτσι δεν θα υπήρχε λόγος να θέλω να σ’ εντυπωσιάζω. Δεν θα υπήρχε λόγος να σε θέλω. Δεν θα υπήρχε λόγος να κλαίω για σένα μέχρι να με πάρει ο ύπνος, ούτε να πονάω. Δεν θα είχε ραγίσει η καρδιά μου. Δεν θα με πλήγωναν οι ξεχασμένες υποσχέσεις που κάποτε ανταλλάξαμε. Δεν θα χρειαζόταν να υποκρίνομαι πως δεν με νοιάζει. Δεν θα χρειαζόταν ν’ αντέξω όλα όσα μου έχεις κάνει και που με άδειασαν. Δεν θα χρειαζόταν να σ’ αγαπάω.»”
― Γιώτα Παπαδημακοπούλου, Μέχρι το τέλος του χρόνου

“She loved her father with ease and loved her mother with effort.”
― Megan Angelo, Followers

“I don't see any hint of you missing me,
It's time to put sense in this misery
I love you too much, too deeply
Now it's time to bring that love back to me.”
― Miss Rainbow Moonfire

“For the first and the last time in his life, Corax cried. He cried not for the loss of life, though it was great.
He cried not for the degradation that has been heaped upon his dead warrior, though it was obscene.
He cried for all Astartes, for the shame that Horus has brought upon them. They had been the Emperor's trusted sword, and they had betrayed him. It mattered not that Corax himself had remained loyal, he was Astartes and the shame of one was the shame of all.
'Will they ever trust us again?'
A tear rolled down his cheek and dropped onto the fallen Raven Guard. Should they trust us, was the next question.”
― Gav Thorpe, Raven's Flight

“But a woman that depends on anti-anxiety medication and has a hundred nervous habits and never settles into her true self is not enjoying anything — I know this firsthand.”
― Tracy Bayle, A Convenient Catastrophe

“Não é como a velhice e o câncer, ninguém prevê um suicídio.”
― Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why

“Oh my God. Oh my God, J.P. is in love with me. And we blew up the school.”
― Meg Cabot, Princess Mia

“Seems like we own the day! Now die like a good Christ!

- Boniface de Monteferret, ON THE WALLS OF CHRIST

As Constantinople falls.”
― Earl Devere

“Would you not say that peace is the greatest desire of true soldiers? Do we not have the most to lose from war? And businesses, most of them except military and oil ones, most of them have a vested interest in peace and prosperity. You cannot sell a house to a war refugee living in a tent, can you? Really hard tto sell an iPhone to a shattered victim. Businesses and corporatoons run this country. So yuou have to approach them with logic. Emotional appeals to the hippies of this world will not change minds. Stick to logic.

- Shane Gibson, candidate for Governor, THE PLATOS ASCENSION BRIEF.”
― Earl Devere

“Certainly, all of us at Callahan's were heir to the tradition of the B-movie — and the A-movie for that matter — that any female who enters your life in a dramatic manner must be your fated love.”
― Spider Robinson, Callahan's Crosstime Saloon

“Siamo monadi, incapaci di messaggi reciproci, o capaci solo di messaggi monchi, falsi in partenza, fraintesi all'arrivo.”
― Primo Levi, The Drowned and the Saved

“Lonliness is a bitch, but then so is alimony and child support.

- a very disillusioned Apoorva, THE PLATOS ASCENSION BRIEF.”
― Earl Devere

“And at this moment of weakness, where her body was ready to surrender, she had never felt so alive.”
― Wilmar Luna, A Bitter Winter

“finally he speaks
'if you come into my cave, child
you will not come out again unchanged'
his hands gesture beyond him
trying vainly to describe
something greater than him
'if you come into this deep cave,
down halls few feet have ever trod,
you will not be you again
you will be another you,
a newer you
a blinded yet unblinded being,
footsteps following the footsteps of those
who have painted here before
will you come?”
― Marie Burdett, The Little Boy and the Painter

“I don't see any hint of you missing me,
It's time to put sense in this misery
I love you too much, too deeply
Now it's time to bring that love back to me.

(Ultradramatic Sh*t, Miss Rainbow Moonfire)”
― Miss Rainbow Moonfire

“Stars guide you,” she whispered, holding her dagger and ring closer to her chest.
“And winds never steer you wrong.” He stood and closed the door behind him when he left.”
― J.C. Cole, Transcendent

“LaForche for his standing, understood Christina’s seditious intents, and for that, he monitored and hated the rude Vixen of Woe. Innumerable times they had quarresquabbled, sometimes very loudly, both during and after class. Christina’s wit, as fast as her blade, for the most part won the scathingly bitter, single-edged dialogues, much to the chagrin and embarrassment of LaForche. It was no big secret that trying to deal with his Anti-Mr. Spock logic was like trying to cross a baking salt-flat desert mid-summer with nothing to drink or eat except stale crackers and a big jar of out-dated defunct Peter Pan peanut butter, its original “crunch” now being only pasty sand mouth goo. She often asked herself how could you argue against no mind. It was an unassuming study in stupility to say the least.

—Christina Brickley, The Lady and the Samurai”
― douglas laurent

“Logan’s guts twisted a little more with each of Maddie Eastman's stuttered words. A horrific accident... Oliver's new Pathfinder... Jaws of Life... the coroner's van…”
― D.A. Charles, Shattered

“One evening, a male friend hosting a house party was interrupted by a frantic call from the princess, who was threatening to commit suicide by throwing herself from her bedroom window. Panicked, the gentleman rang up the queen, who remained unfazed by her sister's dramatics. With characteristic sangfroid Her Majesty informed the caller to "carry on with your house party. Her bedroom is on the ground floor.”
― Leslie Carroll, Royal Pains: A Rogues' Gallery of Brats, Brutes, and Bad Seeds

“I never force anyone to become a parasite because I am the parasite. I spent many years ashamed of what I was and still am. Yet you, my wild and free bird chose to let me of all people in.
I knew instantly that no matter what, after that first night together, I knew I couldn’t and wouldn’t ever leave you. I would move heaven and earth if necessary. I would do it all again too. I regret hiding around and withholding the truth, but I don’t regret you, not for a second. You were the reason for all of it."-Hyder”
― RNA Author, Parasite

“She had always been unpredictable. She rushed decisions based on her current mood and said things she quickly regretted. If she had been any other way, they would’ve never met. But this was something even her idiosyncrasies couldn’t justify.”
― Federico Tritscheler, Sad Song

“This is the part where we should have exchanged glances (from what I had gathered from my limited literature recollection, it added dramatic flair), but I was too intrigued by the staircase, and where it led, to look anywhere else.”
― Finn Eccleston, The Community

“Since when did we become I.” He breathed out a frustrated sigh. “Look, whether the baby is mine or not, I’ll take care of it as if it were my own….. because I love you.”
― M. Marie Walker, My House

“It’s mayhem, it’s chaos, and then the hose is unleashed.

An icy torrent of water knocks me to the ground and separates me from Seth. Water fills my nose, and I choke on it, coughing hard and desperately trying to shield my eyes from the worst of it so I can see. The spray moves away from me long enough that I can stand on shaky legs. It’s a fight to regain my bearings, my vision still blurred, and stray limbs and bodies tangle across the ground, tripping me with every step. The gate is at my back, and everywhere I look is a mess of water, people, and mud. It’s so loud; even when I blink away the last of the water, I still feel too disoriented, like I’m disconnected from my body. I slip. My shoulder slams into concrete, and I breathe through the pain as I force myself to my feet again. Someone shouts my name, but then there’s a guard in front of me, his helmet visor pulled up so I can see the wicked gleam in his eyes when he pulls out a small black object from his belt. I spot the metal prongs and realize what’s about to happen. Terror lances up my spine, thick and suffocating in my throat. I can’t move.
Behind me, Ajei screams.

A large hand wrenches me back by the arm, and I lose my balance. Electricity crackles from the end of the taser, missing my drenched side by a centimeter as I crash to the ground hard. “We saw you!” Someone screams. “We have a video! Murderer! You tried to kill him!”

Without warning, hands are everywhere, grabbing me and pulling me back to safety. “No, wait!” I shout, struggling to free myself from their grasp. I can’t leave now, not like this. I need to be up at the front, strong in the face of danger, just like our ancestors. I need to make my family proud; need to protect them and the land we were blessed with the way I promised I would. There’s a cry of pain, and I catch a glimpse of Seth yanking my attacker’s arm behind his back until he’s forced to drop the taser, which Seth kicks away. His eyes are ablaze, and he’s utterly ruthless, but despite everything, I can only think of how beautiful he looks. Then, he swings out a leg and takes out another guard who is going after a fleeing Ajei, her phone in her hand from where she had been recording everything.

He spies me on the ground amidst the throngs of protestors, something like fear on his face, and roars, “Get him out of here!”
― Joy Danvers, Guardian's Guard

“Lucas stopped inches from my fingers, but he was still too close. "And I don't?" he whispered. "I get you more than anyone ever has, and you know it. There's still something between us. You can't ignore that." A primal spark blazed behind the cool blue of his eyes. "Andy."
I didn't want him to say my name like that, like it was all he needed to remind me of an entire summer of longing that I'd tried so hard to forget. He didn't get to do this to me. Not this year.”
― Jessica K. Foster, Andy and the Summer of Something