Quotes Stories

[4x AWARDS🏆] Motivations are everywhere, and nowadays Hopes are nowhere.So, lets combine them together in a Poem, prose and quotes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ MOTIVATION FOR YOURSELVES : KEEP HOPE ALIVE This book may contain a collection of poems and thoughts which inspire you and help you to be positive in your lives. I believe words have the power to heal, and I'm on a mission to prove it. Through my motivational book, I want to remind you that you are enough. It's my FIRST BOOK on Wattpad. I Hope you will like this book. Feel free to read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ASTONISHING RANKINGS: (12.11.2025) #1 in POETIC JUSTICE, #1 in MOTIVATOR, #1 in RHYME, #1 in SOLUTIONS, #1 in BEPROUD, #1 in SPOKEN WORD POETRY , #1 in POEMS OF LIFE, #1 in MOTIVES, #1 in MOTIVATIONAL QUOTES, #1 in FEEL BETTER , #1 in SWEET WORDS, #1in MOTIVATIONAL, #1 in PROSE, #1 in POSITIVE, #1 in DEEP POEMS. #2 in GOAL. #3 in THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS, #3 in POEM COLLECTION. #6 in POESIA.

"Every child is an artist; the problem is staying an artist when you grow up."~Pablo Picasso Welcome to my second vault of graphics! For those of you who are familiar with my first graphics vault, some things will be the same in this one and others will be new! I'm looking forward to jumping into this with all of you and I hope it'll be fun for you too!

No year is a perfect year. Some days will be written properly. Some days will be messy. Some days might be missing. This is just a person, going through a year, trying, failing, resting, hoping, and writing when it feels right. If you're here, you're welcome to stay ❤️

Poems and quotes that contains love and heartbreak, and everything else in between. 2.5k readers and counting! #1 in Sad Poetry - 12/29/25 #1 in Writings - 01/02/26 #1 in Poems - 01/01/26 #1 in MaleWriter - 12/29/25 #1 in Love Poetry - 01/21/26 #1in Rhyme - 05/20/26 #5 in Poem Collection - 01/02/26 #8 in Quotes - 18/05/26

I go to a weird school. I am part of a very weird friend group. This is a list of some very weird things people have said to me, or just around during holidays.

incorrect quotes from my fandoms and OCs

This is the story of two girls who were more like soul-sisters than cousins, Sara and Anabia. They shared secrets, laughter, dreams, and a bond everyone admired. They were each other's home. But everything changed when Sara married the man Anabia once loved. A wedding that brought happiness to the family quietly broke Anabia's heart. She lost the person she once prayed for and had to smile through the pain. Sara thought marriage would bring love and comfort. But the life she stepped into was not what she imagined. The vows were real, but the feelings were not. Then there is Zayn, a man who grew up in a house without love. He never believed in it. To him, marriage was just responsibility. Yet he married Anabia, a girl trying to heal from heartbreak. She stopped believing in love because she lost it. He never believed in love at all. When two broken hearts are tied together, can destiny teach them what love truly means? Find out in THREADS OF DESTINY.

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

everything's written in the title

New book, new start. I shall suffer upon giving up my main book

_ "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦" #jayhoon

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 🎶 LALALAAA, my dandelionsss!!! 🎶 Guess who's back??? Yep, your chaotic little Luna with my third workkk 🥳 and honestly... I'm both excited and nervous because this isn't like the usual stories. This isn't a plot. No mafia, no kings, no queens. Just music. Just lyrics. Just emotions that refuse to shut up inside my head. Because let's be real - I'm also that person who: - replays the same song 500 times like a maniac 🙃 - screams "THIS SONG IS SO ME" every 3 minutes 💁♀️ - cries at 3AM with earphones in like it's free therapy 😭 - and still says "one more replay" while already on the 87th one 😌 So yeah... welcome to my chaos disguised as a book. 🎧 WELCOME TO MY LYRIC WORLD 🎧 A safe corner where: ✧ Some songs broke me. ✧ Some songs healed me. ✧ And some just sat in my chest like home. Languages??? Oh bestie, we don't do limits here. English, Hindi, Telugu, Tamil, Spanish, Arabic - if it makes my heart scream, it's going in. Because your author is HIGHKEY obsessed with music in every language (lowkey is a lie 👀). And you know what? This isn't just my diary - it's ours. If you've ever: - stared at the ceiling while letting lyrics eat you alive, - whispered lines under your breath like a secret spell, - or felt your whole chest ache because of a verse- Then welcome home, bestie. You belong here. This is not fancy. It's not polished. It's messy, chaotic, and loud in the quietest way. But it's real. It's soft. And it's honest. So grab your headphones, lie down, and let's vibe together through words that don't just rhyme, but bleed. To my dandelions 🌼 - thank you for vibing with me always, for listening, for laughing at my chaos, for turning my noise into comfort. This book is for you. For us. For every soul that ever whispered... "this song is me." . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

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Enrich your day-to-day vocabulary and attain the wisdom of many generations. Each memorable phrase, adage and proverb will pass the torch of confirmed and invaluable knowledge with respect to the behaviors of people, perseverance, the passage of time and the importance of the self. ~~~ Always unfinished. Updated regularly. ~~~

uploading my quotes/poems here bcz why not🤤

The Perpetual Anguish is my record of a life that slowly stops insisting on its own exception. In my late twenties, I begin to treat every interaction as a quiet confirmation that I am misplaced. Robots outperform me without hesitation. Men and women move through the world with a coherence I cannot replicate-more composed, more capable, more fully assembled, as if they were built correctly while I was left unfinished. Even animals lose their distance. The cat and the dog in my home, simple and self-contained, no longer sit beneath me in any imagined hierarchy. I stop separating myself from them in any meaningful way. I arrive at a blunt, uncomfortable equality: I am on the same level as animals. Not as metaphor, not as comfort-just as fact in the way I experience myself. Another organism reacting to hunger, habit, and routine, without the clarity I keep expecting consciousness to provide. What follows is not collapse, but simplification. I stop believing I am meant for long expression. Long thoughts begin to feel like borrowed clothing-ill-fitting, performative. I give myself permission to exist only in fragments: quotes, jingles, brief observations never exceeding seven lines, each one a way of shrinking before I can be judged for taking up too much space. My inner world contracts around this rule. Every idea is edited before it fully forms. Every sentence is trimmed in advance, as if restraint is the only honest shape I can maintain. And so the book becomes what I have become: a series of brief, controlled reductions. Men and women, robots, and animals all remain moving through their own forms of certainty, while I exist as a quieter, reduced presence among them-no longer reaching upward, only continuing in fragments.

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

Ayda Aydnik returns to her hometown with a plan: survive one school year teaching at the same high school that once broke her, collect the money, and disappear for good. The people haven't changed. The secrets definitely haven't. On her first day back, an anonymous blog appears. Every Monday at exactly 9 a.m., a new post is published-old high-school essays written by The Chosen 16, exposing secrets they never meant anyone to read. Affairs. Violence. Betrayals. Mental breakdowns. Abuse. Love stories that destroyed people instead of saving them. Ayda is on the list. Worse-she recognizes the writing. She wrote those words years ago, during the summer she refuses to talk about. As the town devours each post, friendships collapse, old hierarchies return, and trauma resurfaces. Ayda is forced to face the people she once loved, the ones she failed, and the one truth she's been running from: The past isn't haunting. Someone is weaponizing it. And whoever is behind the blog knows exactly how the story ends.

What happens when death becomes impossible? Nineteen-year-old Shinji Kazuhiko's life shattered the night a masked killer invaded his home. Left for dead, he made a horrifying discovery: he cannot die. And with each death, something inside him grows stronger. He is the Trascender-a being of ancient prophecy that has remained hidden for millennia. Now cosmic forces beyond imagination hunt him across realities, wielding power that can unmake entire worlds with a thought. To survive, Shinji must unlock abilities he never knew existed while questioning what it truly means to be human and what could the truth really be. From alien planets where death lurks behind every shadow, to arenas where the fate of civilizations hangs in the balance, Shinji's journey will push him to limits he never imagined. But in a universe where gods walk among mortals and primordial entities stir in the void, power always comes with a price. And some prices are more terrible than death itself. Can one young man's refusal to stay down change the fate of existence? Or will the very power meant to save him become his ultimate curse? The Fourth Gust is rising. The cosmos will never be the same.

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