Novel & Cerita Best Quotes From Novels Love

"Mr. D, I don't like cliffhangers. So spit it out," I urge him. I always know that there's always a sense to what he says behind his weirdness. "Jessica, in Merchant of Venice, says that love is blind and lovers cannot see. But I'd still say it's stupid." I laugh. Mr. D is indeed versatile. Aside from his immense knowledge about art and technology, I realize he's also well-versed in literature. Thus, the famous Shakespeare's quote.

Anyhow she spoke up, "I won't.. I promise to you, Daniel. You are the only one whom I choose to spend my life with. I can't lose you, my love. Iam afraid as much as you. We need each other to exist and live this life to the fullest. They say that Love is not only about kisses, it's about sharing pain, spreading positivity, kissing their scars, knowing the darkest secrets, less sacrifices, more understanding. I love you but I know you love me more, no matter what I say. Then how could I leave you when you become my existence?"

Their hearts settled. Not everything had been easy. But everything had been real. And as the sun cast long golden rays across the bench, across the family that had defied every odd, Juliette whispered the last words of their story – the ones that would live beyond pages, beyond time: “Not every love story is easy. But the real ones… the unforgettable ones… always find their way home”.

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said Falvio and continues "I am still saying, you have time. I'll find you someone better. Younger and more stamina" Maurizio was used to this and always smiled and walked away. The ceremony started with few of their friends and families Reading few thoughts from books. Friends came forward to read. One recited lines from Pablo Neruda: “I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.” Another read from Saint-Exupéry’s The Little Prince: “Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

Kingston says with an eyeroll, pulling me against his chest, his arms wrapped around me like a straitjacket. “They are the greatest love story ever lived,” Maddox defends himself. “That was because we didn't exist,” Kingston sighs, “But now we do, and our love is greater, is that not right, Ellie?” “Yes,” I nod, my stomach doing that stupid flip thing it does around him. When does it go away? And when does the teen in me realise we won? “The best one.” “The complicated one,” Maddox snarls, unable to tolerate slander towards his favourite love story. “But you have a happy ending, so I’ll overlook the steps that brought you here today, and half-heartedly agree, yours could be..maybe is the gre

“I love you.” “I love you.” End of Book Eleven

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. ~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship. There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison. ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion. Violet He tasted like mine and yet he wasn’t. I didn’t know how that could be possible but it was and if all I could ever have of him was this connection between us then it’ll be what I’ll have.

Now she is reading how Hardin proposed Tessa. "I have read hundreds of novels in my life. Most of them claiming that love is the centre of the universe. That could heal any damage inside of us. That it was what we need to survive. From Darcey to healthcliff,I thought they were fools. That love was something fictional. Only found in worn pages of book but all that changed since I met my Elizabeth Bennet. I never thought I would find myself completely and utterly consumed by another until her. She took my hand and lead me out of the darkness and showed that whatever our souls are made of hers and mines are the same. You once asked whom I love the most in the world. It's you."

“Perhaps Lady Audrey could tell us.” All eyes turned to her then—her ladies, her governesses, even Elijah, who stood quietly by the door, his expression unreadable. Audrey felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She smiled faintly, looking down at her hands. “Love,” she said after a moment, “is when one man burns your favorite book to ashes and somehow still manages to make your heart ache for him.” The room erupted into laughter, though there was a hush beneath it—a recognition that her words, though lightly spoken, held truth.