Novel & Cerita 2nd Chance Quotes About Love

"Promises aren't enough. I need proof." "Then open my chest so that you can see that only with you does my heart beat this fast." Oh MoonGoddess, may my choice not be wrong this time. "So, what's your answer, my Luna?" I finally really looked into those eyes now. "When you have asked for a second chance, there is no turning back. You have to keep walking forward even if it's hard for you. Because there won't be a third chance or so on. This is a second chance that you can only get once in your lifetime. So can you make good use of it?"

He toyed with a strand of my hair, his touch lazy and soft. “Do you remember,” he murmured, “when you said you didn’t believe in second chances?” I closed my eyes, letting his voice settle into my bones. “Yes.” “And now?” I opened my eyes. He was right there — close enough for forever. “Now I think second chances are just love being brave.” He kissed me, slow and sure, a promise pressed into my mouth. Outside, the world kept spinning — bills, business, secrets waiting for morning light. But here, in this room, it was just us. Two people who broke, healed, chose each other over and over again.

I also told her what Mary said. "You have to grab this opportunity and give him a chance, also give your heart a chance to fall in love again" She said Should I give him a chance?

I was encouraged. "You think so?" "I know so. Sure, some miss it altogether, others realize it a bit later and some find it at first sight, but all the same love finds us again, no matter how many times we miss it. Love gives second chances.”

Disbelief washed over her features. " So, fabricating signatures isn't my father's only expertise; he also spins elaborate lies." She let out a soft, bitter laugh. “Love? Is that the rumor now?” She shook her head, her honey-blonde hair catching the moonlight. "I don’t believe in love. Never understood the hype it's just endorphins, a chemical reaction. I don't see why poets and novelists romanticize it as the answer to all problems. Love throws the world into chaos. It’s the reason people act foolishly, obsessively. Love is a haze. A pain in the ass—the kind you don’t want."

“I’m very sure. I am in love with you, Elizabeth Smith.” “I didn’t think I’d ever love anyone, because I was convinced love didn’t exist.” Her eyes flutter shut, and my heart begins to beat faster and faster. “Then I met you, and I realized that love is real, and I don’t just mean romantic love. You have so much love for your son…and your family…every one of you.” She swallows hard, having a hard time with the words. Tipping her head up, she locks her eyes with mine. “I love you, too, Jonathan.” We kiss, and my heart explodes with happiness. For the first time in years, everything is perfect.

She thought it is just one-night stand, why the hell did the doctor tell her that she is pregnant now?!

Sheila said before turning back to the pasta on the stove. Amaliah sighed. "Oh, Rafael, my dear Rafael. I wish you were here." “He might not be here darling, but I promise it gets better. Remember I lost both parents? It’ll get easier. You can love him for as long as you like. Moving on doesn’t mean you’re forgetting about him or you’re betraying him." "Don’t live for Rafael. Live your own life and live it well. Give people chances. Extend grace. Fall in love again. You can do all of these while keeping Rafael in your heart.”

- No this can not happen, I had a mate already, you can not be my mate. - I know baby, John told me everything, he rejected you, but I am your second chance mate and I want you to be happy. I feel blessed to have you as my mate baby, I want to give you everything that he did not give you, please give me a chance, I will do anything. Please, baby. He begged me, and I was finally having a chance to be happy with my mate, I want to be happy, and I want to give him a chance, but I did not trust him completely.

Every single moment. It read: I couldn't escort Antonio to an important meeting I am too jealous I am too weak I am fragile I can't help Antonio in any way I am an easy target in the Mafia I can't handle a gun I love him too much I canceled the latter. He couldn't probably divorce me because I loved him too much. I am sure he did too. I hated how I was writing all this as a surface to what might be the real reason he might have taught about divorce. For a divorce to ever possibly land in his mind. I hated how I could be right. I clutched the pen in my hand, ink pressing and floating through my skin. I blinked away tears as I wrote: