Best Quotes From Novels Love Novels & Stories

"Yes, you're right. He is indeed arrogant." "What?" He looked at me for a few moments. "Oh, he's in your class, right? His attitude must be annoying." I nodded. I was already in my room, reading Nicholas' book and getting excited every time I turned the page. The author was very good at making loveable couples, where the man and woman were both romantic in their own way. Therefore, they could be a couple in the man's book. I sighed softly, still affected by the sweet and enviable storyline. "When do I get true love for myself?"

Love was as real as everything else. It's just you have to wait for the right moment. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l* The end.

Badump, badump, badump, my heart thrummed loudly inside my chest. “Pietro, Il primo amore non si scorda mai.” (You never forget your first love) I don’t know how I managed to look straight at her after hearing her confessing to me in Italian. I felt drugged by her voice. “Anyways, L’amore non e bello, se non e litigarello.” (The course of true love never runs smooth). She continued. I don’t know if it’s just me, but it’s really getting hot in here. I can now see that Pericles is right. This really is a bad idea and I’m afraid that Lucrezia is already shooting on my defenses.

I am a good witch actress. I have noticed that everyone in this class all ears on her yet, she sounds too bored reciting the famous Romeo and Juliet. "Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs; being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes; being vexed a sea nourished with lovers' tears. One of the famous lines that I'd love, I joined her in reciting each word and she noticed me saying it. "The girl in the back row stood up." I used to point at myself and look around, I stood up in my seat and all of the students were staring at me.

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

He watches me carefully, and when he doesn't speak, I continue talking. "The tattoo on your back," I say, gesturing to him, "Love looks not with the ideas, a Midsummer Night's Dream. This was our favorite book all throughout middle school and into high school. We would go down to the waterfall and read the play together, and sometimes act out scenes." Atlas shifts uncomfortably in his spot on the bed, diverting his eyes to his hands lying in his lap. "Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall."

Veronica's POV: 'Love is not what you do... Love is what you are... Love never tests you... it embraces you...' I swear that I must have heard this quote somewhere on I*******m a while ago... now I totally understand the meaning of it. I dropped my phone onto the mat beside me and started walking toward the waves, my steps unsteady, dizziness washing over me as a memory from my past rose uninvited in my mind. Chase was standing across from me, fury blazing in his eyes. On the table beside me lay a neatly folded stack of laundry.

I know he would not stop asking me about what’s bugging me, so I decided to tell him, ” You said that loving me is just the second best thing that happens to you. ”Oh, is that it?” he let go of that sexy giggle, ”but that’s the truth.” ”See that?” I squinted at him as I stomped my foot, ” You know I did not like it, but you still repeated it.” ”Love,” he touched my face and made me look at him, ”the first best thing that happened to my life was when I met you.” ”That’s corny, Mr. Cordoval!” I rolled my eyes, but the truth is, I couldn’t hide my smile.

Only the pages of her favorite books did portray what true love looked like. The ideology of love was written in ink and laid to rest in the warm pages of hard, leather jacket books which were found in the cold, dusty shelf of an old library. There it laid, buried and not to be exhumed. What made her think mere mortals could find love? Romeo and Juliet's love story was one hell of a kind but it would never be real. At least, not in her lifetime or anyone else's.