Fiction Quotes


You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.

Frostbite

Richelle Mead

Frostbite

It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a
story
.

Some of these things are true and some of them lies. But they are all good stories.

Wolf Hall

Hilary Mantel

Wolf Hall
Book    Books    Fiction    Read    Reading    Stories    Story

When someone cries so hard that it hurts their throat, it is out of frustration or knowing that no matter what you can do or attempt to do can change the situation. When you feel like you need to cry, when you want to just get it out, relieve some of the pressure from the inside - that is true pain. Because no matter how hard you try or how bad you want to, you can't. That pain just stays in place. Then, if you are lucky, one small tear may escape from those eyes that water constantly. That one tear, that tiny, salty, droplet of moisture is a means of escape. Although it's just a small tear, it is the heaviest thing in the world. And it doesn't do a damn thing to fix anything.

Crying    Fiction    Pain    Romance

Sometimes you wake up from a dream. Sometimes you wake up in a dream. And sometimes, every once in a while, you wake up in someone else's dream.

Succubus Blues

Richelle Mead

Succubus Blues

Margo always loved mysteries. And in everything that came afterward, I could never stop thinking that maybe she loved mysteries so much that she became one.

Paper Towns

John Green

Paper Towns

Time passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.

New Moon

Stephenie Meyer

New Moon

I have claimed that Escape is one of the main functions of fairy-stories, and since I do not disapprove of them, it is plain that I do not accept the tone of scorn or pity with which 'Escape' is now so often used. Why should a man be scorned if, finding himself in prison, he tries to get out and go home? Or if he cannot do so, he thinks and talks about other topics than jailers and prison-walls?

Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.

Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties -- all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name's Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion -- these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.

Do you know what we call opinion in the absence of evidence? We call it prejudice.

State of Fear

Michael Crichton

State of Fear

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

The Great Gatsby

F. Scott Fitzgerald

A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction.

A Room of One's Own

Virginia Woolf

A Room of One's Own
Fiction    Money    On writing    Virgin    Women    Writing

Someday, Locke Lamora, he said, someday, you’re going to fuck up so magnificently, so ambitiously, so
overwhelmingly
that the sky will light up and the moons will spin and the gods themselves will shit comets with glee. And I just hope I’m still around to see it.
Oh please, said Locke. It’ll never happen.

No. No, I don't believe you'd betray me with her. I don't believe you'd cheat on me. But I'm afraid, and I'm sick in my heart that you might look at her, then at me. And regret.


Stories are the wildest things of all,
the monster rumbled.
Stories chase and bite and hunt.

The greatest enemy is one that has nothing to lose.

Eragon

Christopher Paolini

Eragon

Why do people always assume that volume will succeed when logic won’t? - Damon

Nightfall

L.J. Smith

Nightfall
Argument    Damon    Elena    Fiction    Romance    Vampire

Well, that depends, I suppose. I heard someone once say that men dance the same way they have sex. So, if you want everyone here to think you're the kind of guy who just sits around and—"
He stood up. "Let's dance.

Succubus Blues

Richelle Mead

Succubus Blues
Dancing    Fiction    Georgina    Persuasion    Romance    Succubus    Vampire

If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.

The Stranger

Albert Camus

The Stranger

But wishes are only granted in fairy tales.

Perfect Chemistry

Simone Elkeles

Perfect Chemistry

There is no doubt fiction makes a better job of the truth.

Peeta opens his mouth for the first bite without hesitation. He swallows, then frowns slightly. "They're very sweet."
"Yes they're sugar berries. My mother makes jam from them. Haven't you've ever had them before?" I say, poking the next spoonful in his mouth.
"No," he says, almost puzzled. "But they taste familiar. Sugar berries?"
"Well, you can't get them in the market much, they only grow wild," I say. Another mouthful goes down. Just one more to go.
"They're sweet as syrup," he says, taking the last spoonful. "Syrup." His eyes widen as he realizes the truth. I clamp my hand over his mouth and nose hard, forcing him to swallow instead of spit. He tries to make himself vomit the stuff up, but it's too late, he's already losing consciousness. Even as he fades away, I can see in his eyes what I've done is unforgiveable.
I sit back on my heels and look at him with a mixture of sadness and satisfaction. A stray berry stains his chin and I wipe it away. "Who can't lie, Peeta?" I say, even though he can't hear me.

The Hunger Games

Suzanne Collins

The Hunger Games

I do not pretend to be able to prove that there is no God. I equally cannot prove that Satan is a fiction. The Christian god may exist; so may the gods of Olympus, or of ancient Egypt, or of Babylon. But no one of these hypotheses is more probable than any other: they lie outside the region of even probable knowledge, and therefore there is no reason to consider any of them.

Babylon    Belief    Burden of proof    Christian god    Egyptian    Fiction    Gods    Hypothesis    Knowledge    Olympus    Probability    Proof    Rational    Reason    Santa    Satan    Superstition

The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)

The Princess Bride

William Goldman

The Princess Bride
Fiction    Humor    Love

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

The 5th Wave

Rick Yancey

The 5th Wave

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent. We would not dare to conceive the things which are really mere commonplaces of existence. If we could fly out of that window hand in hand, hover over this great city, gently remove the roofs, and and peep in at the queer things which are going on, the strange coincidences, the plannings, the cross-purposes, the wonderful chains of events, working through generations, and leading to the most outre results, it would make all fiction with its conventionalities and foreseen conclusions most stale and unprofitable.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth, and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again.

You should never read just for "enjoyment." Read to make yourself smarter! Less judgmental. More apt to understand your friends' insane behavior, or better yet, your own. Pick "hard books." Ones you have to concentrate on while reading. And for god's sake, don't let me ever hear you say, "I can't read fiction. I only have time for the truth." Fiction is the truth, fool! Ever hear of "literature"? That means fiction, too, stupid.

We'd stared into the face of Death, and Death blinked first. You'd think that would make us feel brave and invincible. It didn't.

The 5th Wave

Rick Yancey

The 5th Wave

And it's hard to hate someone once you understand them.

I can't go on, I'll go on.

And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

After a moment, Wrath turned to John. "This is Lassiter, the fallen angel. One of the last times he was here on earth, there was a plague in central Europe-"
"Okay, that was so not my fault-"
"-which wiped out two-thirds of the human population."
"I'd like to remind you that you don't like humans."
"They smell bad when they're dead."
"All you mortal types do.

A man once asked me ... how I managed in my books to write such natural conversation between men when they were by themselves. Was I, by any chance, a member of a large, mixed family with a lot of male friends? I replied that, on the contrary, I was an only child and had practically never seen or spoken to any men of my own age till I was about twenty-five. "Well," said the man, "I shouldn't have expected a woman (meaning me) to have been able to make it so convincing." I replied that I had coped with this difficult problem by making my men talk, as far as possible, like ordinary human beings. This aspect of the matter seemed to surprise the other speaker; he said no more, but took it away to chew it over. One of these days it may quite likely occur to him that women, as well as men, when left to themselves, talk very much like human beings also.

Tatiana: "Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?"
Alexander: "That wasn't fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay.

The Bronze Horseman

Paullina Simons

The Bronze Horseman

I've committed to nothing...and that's just suicide...by tiny, tiny increments.

High Fidelity

Nick Hornby

High Fidelity

Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

Fiction    Invention    Life    Reality    Strangeness    Truth

In our twenties, when there is still so much time ahead of us, time that seems ample for a hundred indecisions, for a hundred visions and revisions—we draw a card, and we must decide right then and there whether to keep that card and discard the next, or discard the first card and keep the second. And before we know it, the deck has been played out and the decisions we have just made will shape our lives for decades to come.

A good story is always more dazzling than a broken piece of truth.

The Thirteenth Tale

Diane Setterfield

The Thirteenth Tale
Books    Fiction    On fiction    Stories    Writing

I was glad my father was an eye-smiler. It meant he never gave me a fake smile because it's impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren't feeling twinkly yourself. A mouth-smile is different. You can fake a mouth-smile any time you want, simply by moving your lips. I've also learned that a real mouth-smile always has an eye-smile to go with it. So watch out, I say, when someone smiles at you but his eyes stay the same. It's sure to be a phony.

Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.

Good fiction’s job is to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable.

But I couldn't help myself, couldn't help the way I felt as I recalled the bliss and rush of a vampire's bite.

Vampire Academy

Richelle Mead

Vampire Academy

So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

Cleopatra    Epiphany    Fiction    Journey    Life    Loss    Love    Relationships

When I walk, I walk with you. Where I go, you're with me always.

The Story Sisters

Alice Hoffman

The Story Sisters
Faeries    Family    Fiction    Love

My heart started racing, not the bad kind of heart racing, like I'm going to die. But the good kind of heart racing, like, Hello, can I help you with something? If not, please step aside because I'm about to kick the shit out of life.

Comic    Fiction    Funny    Humor

So...Mason, Eddie, and Mia went to Spokane to hunt Strigoi?"
"Yes."
"Holy shit. Why didn't you go with them? Seems like something you'd do."
I resisted the urge to smack him. "Because I'm not insane! But I'm going to go get them before they do something even stupider.

Frostbite

Richelle Mead

Frostbite
Fiction    Frostbite    Mead    Novel    Richelle    Vampires

I'm really not up for answering any questions that start with how, when, where, why or what.

As a man, I instantly became aware of the gold in her hair, her height measured against mine, and how easily she'd fit in my arms. ~Ren

Awesome    Colleen houck    Fiction    Romance    Teen    Tigers curse    Ya

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