410 Quotes About Short-story

i’m super, it’s like my favourite meal and a birthday blowjob from Christina Hendricks in here.

There was something about him that had always rubbed her the wrong way. Before her mother’s death, she [Shiara] could remember her saying that he was a nice enough young man, but not the one for her daughter.

İnsana mutluluk kadar sağlık katan bir şey yoktur ve en büyük mutluluk da bir başka insanı mutlu etmektir.

It is dull enough to confuse the eye in following, pronounced enough to constantly irritate and provoke study, and when you follow the lame uncertain curves for a little distance they suddenly commit suicide—plunge off at outrageous angles, destroy themselves in unheard of contradictions.

If I knew this is your final goodbye; I'd have told you that still I've a lot of things to say. I'd have told you how you changed my life, how you made me close to Me, how you made me realize the beauty of the world.If only I knew, this is your final goodbye... I'd have never let you say it...

My hope is that you read these pages and know you aren’t alone when you submit your short work. You are part of a wonderful community of writers and editors who want to see you succeed. We want you to write what’s in your heart and then submit your work for the rest of us to read.

We all have an ongoing narrative inside our heads, the narrative that is spoken aloud if a friend asks a question. That narrative feels deeply natural to me. We also hang on to scraps of dialogue. Our memories don’t usually serve us up whole scenes complete with dialogue. So I suppose I’m saying that I like to work from what a character is likely to remember, from a more interior place.

वहाँ पे इतने लोग एक दूसरे में गुम थे कि ऐसा लग रहा था कि पूरी दुनिया में दो लोग ही काफी हैं दुनिया चलाने के लिए । पहली बार शाम को डूबते सूरज से भी ज़्यादा सुंदर कुछ देखा था मैंने उन सारे लड़के लड़कियों में जो रोज़ एक दूसरे का हाथ थामकर दुनिया को बिखरने से बचा लेते हैं

I saw sunrises fade and burn among fleets of sparks. The moon blossomedlike a lily carved of bone...The Death of the Astronaut, page 390.