Quotes Stories

Do you have a quote from your story that you'd love to share with the world? You have come to the right place. Starting every Friday, we will publish one quote from your story. The quote can be a maximum of two lines and up to four lines for poetry. Read more to find out! Cover made by the wonderfully talented Deanna :)

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. 🎶 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." . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ ⟡ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

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

incorrect quotes from my fandoms and OCs

Poems and quotes that contains love and heartbreak, and everything else in between. 2K readers and counting! #1 in Sad Poetry - 29/12/25 #1 in Writings - 01/02/26 #1 in Poems - 01/01/26 #1 in MaleWriter - 29/12/25 #1 in Love Poetry - 01/21/26 #5 in Poem Collection - 01/02/26 #9 in Quotes - 27/12/25

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

යළි පිපෙන්නට පෙරුම් පුරන බලාපොරොත්තුවක නාමයයි - ටියුලිප් -Es_TeFa_Nia-

"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!

notes from seasons that never truly ended. all rights reserved © zunera qazi

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. ~~~

The Aki-Kota Squad begins their normal routine to school. Yet, they feel like something is missing. Will they ever know and find the missing piece they're finding?

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.

❝Drowning always comes at a price, only this time it might just be too high❞ But Tanisha Roy didn't dread the price. For she had been drowning quietly for years now. Sealing lips never sealed her heart from woes. In contrast to what people saw from the outside Tanisha's life was far from perfect. She was already dealing with her brother's 'condition' and the toxicity of her family. And it's not until she moves from a small town in Meghalaya to Mumbai after a long isolation, that her life transforms. It was supposed to be a new beginning. But instead she finds herself entangled with a group of notorious teenagers with a whole baggage of their own. And as secrets begin to unravel, the crew must learn to confront their darkest fears, before it makes them question their own sanity. And if she doesn't learn to swim, then this time-- drowning might not be something Tanisha survives.

a collection of thoughts I sometimes have that seem quote worthy or notable. they may be vague and/or depend on my mood.

Some people stay forever. Some people only stay long enough to change your life. Seo Yuhan spent most of his life believing attachment only leads to loss. Quiet, distant, and emotionally guarded, he never expected anyone to truly notice him - until Kang Minjae walked into his life like warmth during winter. Minjae was the kind of person who made ordinary moments feel unforgettable. Late-night walks, shared silence, soft laughter, and memories that slowly became impossible to leave behind. But some people arrive at the wrong time. Forced apart by society, expectations, and circumstances, Yuhan learns that love alone is not always enough to make someone stay. Years later, when life finally gives him another chance at happiness through Han Taewon - someone willing to love him without fear - destiny proves once again how cruel it can be. This is not just a story about love. It is a story about memory, grief, healing, and the people we carry inside us long after they are gone. Because sometimes, even temporary people leave permanent marks on your soul.

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.

A poetry collection of flowers, especially Hydrangea. Blue hydrangeas often symbolize apology, regret, and forgiveness. Pink means love, romance, and heartfelt emotions. White stands for purity, grace, sincerity, and abundance. Purple implies royalty, wealth, pride, and dignity. Green means renewal, rebirth, prosperity, good luck, and health. Red signifies passion, deep love, romance, and respect. Culturally, in Japan hydrangeas are linked to apology and gratitude, reflecting heartfelt sincerity, whereas in Victorian Europe they could also carry a negative hint of boastfulness or vanity when given as a gift. Together, these colors weave a spectrum of emotions from sorrowful apology to passionate love.

What the World Never Sees

Thoughts of a fool, about the world. Some curses are not given by gods or demons - but by our own hearts. "The Foolish Curse" is a collection of thoughts and poetry drifting between reality, dreams, attachment, and emotional ruin.

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.