Short Story Collection Quotes

“Summoning my inner Kojak, I tried to convince myself that she would have sat next to me even had there been somewhere else on the bus to sit. Unfortunately, I didn't do a very good job of self-persuasion. Good thing I wasn't in court suing myself, because I would have lost.

From: "My Best Valentine's Day.Ever: A Short Story”
― Zack Love, Stories and Scripts: an Anthology

“In some mystical way, Lenny seemed to ennoble work more than anyone I had ever met"

Also in "Stories and Scripts:an Anthology”
― Zack Love, The Doorman

“She had been waiting for someone to notice her, like, really notice her. She felt that that was the key, that she would go from the duck to the swan the minute someone recognized her potential. And they would look into her like they were trying to pierce her eyes with theirs, like they were trying to make her heart stop, and the whole world would become background noise and she would take her first breath after all of these years of nothing but existing. It would be like a coronation, or a star exploding, and then she would be born. She would be alive, and she would be loved.”
― Rose Fall, Heart: A Romantic Short Story Collection

“Sadly enough, sometimes you and Lenny are the only real human interactions that I have all day. The rest of the day I'm just like a machine that mechnically computes and produces

Also in "Stories and Scripts:An Anthology”
― Zack Love, The Doorman

“You sit beside the sorcerer, your love, and unzip your ribs. Tucked under your heart is a small oak box, plain and unvarnished. You offer it to the sorcerer. 'I brought this for you.”
― A. Merc Rustad, Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology

“I'm trying to be a better man, Liz. Are you watching?”
― Sophia Rose, The Darcy Monologues

“I’ve never been a believer in fate. I like to think I’m in control, that my life hasn’t been plotted out ahead of time. Sometimes all it takes is one wild thought, one brave decision to change everything. This must be one of those times.”
― Kyle Richardson, Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology

“When she sat down on the tile next to him, unafraid, his kaleidoscope senses drank in the years that had been printed onto her mind before she was old enough to remember, and he told her a story, projecting into her darkness sensations of light and color and shape, butterflies swirling like silk-spun gold out through a window that opened to a big green field in the days before the bomb.”
― Mel Paisley, Love Hurts: A Speculative Fiction Anthology

“I'd been sent to Girl Scout Camp... I believed for years afterward that tongues should taste like the clovers we'd sucked for the honey at their roots.”
― Lauren Groff, Florida

“In the three years, she and Noel had been friends, she'd spent a lot of time pretending she didn't need anything more than what he was already giving her. She'd told herself there was a difference between wanting something and needing it...”
― Rainbow Rowell, My True Love Gave to Me: Twelve Holiday Stories

“آفتا ب
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یکی بود یکی نبود مردمانی بودند با قد های کوتاه پشت دیوار های بلند روستا ، رنگ آفتاب ندیدند هنوزاز پس پنجره بسته به روز، شکایت پیش حاکم بردند بسیار که این دیوار که کشیدید بر گرد حصار ،بچه هامان همه رنجورند وزار ،مزرعه ها همه خشک گردیده،سفره ها از عشق تهی گردیده .حاکم عاقبت گفت که حرف آخر را من زنم ..... آفتاب میخواهید چکار ،روی کاغذی با جوهری قرمز کشید آفتاب را گفت بروید این نقش را بر دیوار بیاویزید”
― Ardashir Zand

“Sidney Hellman doesn't remember who he was the last time around, if there was a last time. But how can he? None of us do.

Still, there are clues.

For instance, he starts seeing things. Images of events from another life. Terrible images."

--From the story "The Monster Inside," included in BROTHERS, FATHERS, AND OTHER STRANGERS, the new story collection by Mitchell Waldman”
― Mitchell Waldman

“Ryan had read half his book, listened to all his music, eaten two packets of biscuits and an apple, played seventy-two games of Donkey Kong, completing all the levels, and counted every Italian sports car they’d passed in the last hundred miles. Twenty-four hours of groggy sticky travel, twenty-four hours stuck in this overheated tin can on wheels, and he finally knew what it was like to be utterly and unendingly bored. He propped an elbow on the car window frame and stuck his arm out of the opening. Combing his hand through the slipstream, he let the cool air tickle his fingers as he watched the countryside stream past.”
― Peter Bunzl, Tales from the Blue Room: An Anthology of New Short Fiction

“In high school, she’d been the loner fat girl and I’d been the asshole jock. There had always been something between us; we had gotten on so easily. I remember being both confused and upset that when I’d finally experienced that thing everyone called chemistry, it had been with her of all people.”
― Rose Fall, Heart: A Romantic Short Story Collection

“Everyone began to pack. Jerry put on his sunglasses, and Alex put some sunscreen on his nose. Mexico wasn't all that bad, they said. It was a very good road trip.”
― Drew Angelman, J.P. Hern

“There are two types of drinkers: those who drink to enhance their personalities, and those who sought to take something away.”
― Haruki Murakami

“There’s several colonies setup on islands that have not been touched yet by Europeans and I’m sure some of them will be happy to take them in, also anyone that wants too can join my crew but I won’t force them to join, it will have to be their decision, either way it will be a though life for them but it will be a free life... their life and that’s all that really matters in the end... making your own decisions”
― Gordon Allard, A Walk in the Brambles and Other Short Stories

“В събота следобед безчет летовници се стичаха в този участък от реката, където плитката вода стигаше едва до пъпа и децата се плискаха в нея на орляци, редом с дебели жени и отпуснати по гръб мъже, и девойки по бикини, и боричкащи се млади петлета, и надуваеми дюшеци, топки, спасителни пояси, автомобилни гуми, лодки с гребла, лодки с прът, надуваеми лодки, моторни лодки, лодки на спасителната служба, каяци на гребните дружества, рибари с кепчета, рибари с въдици, старици с чадърчета, госпожици със сламени капели и кучета, кучета, кучета - от пудели до санбернари, - така че от цялата река не се виждаше дори един свободен сантиметър.”
― Italo Calvino, Marcovaldo

“The tub wife fills.
The pork wife cures.
The quill wife writes.
The soap wife scrubs.
The needle wife knits.
The lard wife spreads.
The door wife knocks.
The candle wife burns.
The clock wife chimes.
The broom wife sweeps.
The womb wife conceives.
The stamp wife licks herself.”
― Sara Kachelman, Socratic Wig

“And, thus we went out. We talked. Briefly. Intensely. Being as open as we could. Judging as little as possible. For an hour or less. Every day or every alternate day. Over the last month or so. We talked till we parted. Initially, we found our time too short and childishly expressed that we would look forward to our next chat. Then we saw the value of speaking face-to-face, in a city that hardly spoke. We cherished our little time. Our conversations grew deeper. We set them free. And returning home felt less shackling. We shared nothing more. An accidental touch of fingers, or a wrist held while crossing the road, or an arm around the shoulder, rather barely above it, scraping the thin air. But we didn’t hold hands. We didn’t hug. We hadn’t so far. Though we both wanted it. So badly.”
― Ameya Bondre, Afsaane - A Collection of Short Stories

“A small ground, some burnt woods, a building – the last place for everyone”
― Rabi Chatterjee, Finding and other stories

“He said, “I was doing a job Tuhin but that old pain sometime, I can’t handle." - A memorable day.”
― Rabi Chatterjee, Finding and other stories

“To live without a dream would be like living in a house without windows. How many of us will fulfill out dreams before the cobwebs of time cover the caverns of our minds ... (Mary M. Cushnie-Mansour)”
― Mary M. Cushnie-Mansour

“My knowledge is just tiny pinpricks of light on a gigantic black sheet of ignorance.

From "Strangely Luminescent in the Dusk," Music from a Strange Planet”
― Barbara Black, Music from a Strange Planet

“My knowledge is just tiny pinpricks of light on a gigantic black sheet of ignorance”
― Barbara Black, Music from a Strange Planet

“Sidney Hellman doesn't remember who he was the last time around, if there was a last time. But how can he? None of us do.

Still, there are clues.

For instance, he starts seeing things. Images of events from another life. Terrible images.

--From the story "The Monster Inside," included in BROTHERS, FATHERS, AND OTHER STRANGERS, the new story collection by Mitchell Waldman”
― Mitchell Waldman

“Sidney Hellman doesn't remember who he was the last time around, if there was a last time. But how can he? None of us do.

Still, there are clues....."

For instance, he starts seeing things. Images of events from another life. Terrible images.

--From the story "The Monster Inside," included in BROTHERS, FATHERS, AND OTHER STRANGERS, the new story collection by Mitchell Waldman”
― Mitchell Waldman

“She had fallen, fallen into an endless void, and fallen into the bony fingers of Death. He was a wisp of a man, with frail limbs the color of smoke and a face shaded by a hood. His protruding eyes glowed with the brilliance of the brightest of stars, yellow irises that sent shivers down her spine.”
― Keerthi Eraniyan, Pebbles: A Collection of Short Stories

“Periodically, Johnny's hidden wounds would come to the surface and show itself.”
― Randolph Randy Camp, Monica A Short Story Collection

“He has battle scars far deeper than any soldier.”
― Randolph Randy Camp, Monica A Short Story Collection