Booktok Quotes About Love Novels & Stories

There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going. "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever." A quote from Lord Henry. Lucia sighed, Lord Henry was indeed a cynical character especially to the matters of love but was it a crime that she hoped her first love would be her last love that her it would last forever. Was it wrong that thinking about him and every little moment they shared made her skin quiver. Thinking about him gave her mixed emotions. It was so hard, extremely hard. They say time heals all wounds but

I muttered and sighed, "He gets me. And he makes me feel things... He makes me feel like I'm alive. Like I’m free. Like all these times before I met him, I had just existed," A wide grin suddenly appeared on Elle's face. "Why are you smiling?" "Because of what you said. I think you just got your answers," she said, cocking her head to the side. I looked at her quizzically, waiting for some more explanation. "Look, you like Fitzgerald, right? I think it was him that said: there are all kinds of love in this world, but never the same love twice. Now I know I haven't been around a long time and I'm no Plato, but I can tell you this: the kind of love that you have with him, is the best kind of l

“Like?” “Like…do you still love me?” “Of course I still love you. I never stopped loving you.” “Say it again.” Libby stood on her tiptoes and peppered his face with kisses. “I love you. Love, love, love you, with my heart, my soul, my everything. Quinn McKay, you are my everything, and if you think for one moment I’m ever letting you go, after all we’ve been through—”

“And don’t even get me started on Nicholas Sparks books and Nora Roberts. What do they know about love? I’ll tell you – nothing, nada. Delusional little people. Ugh. Do you want to know about love? I’ll tell you – it sucks! S-U-C-K-S. It is stupid and you should never love again. No one should ever love again.” Evan whispered to Zivah in a low tone. “Do we have to stay here?” Zivah nodded. “Yes, at least now she’s talking to us. Yesterday she was talking to the Ice cream tub, complaining about how those love quotes are all lies and the whole world is filled with hate.” She paused, pointing at the two empty Ice cream tubs. “She ate it all. In one sitting. That’s DEFCON 2.” “What’s DEFCON 1?”

“Usually the signs of love troubles.” Anya was amused. “And what does a cherti know of love?” “I wrote the book on it, that's what! For example, my love of cream is on par with none. I could give you advice, if you'd like.” “Oh? Like what?” “That whatever you're worrying over isn't worth fretting about. Love should be easy, a breeze.” Aym moved on to licking his rear. “But what if no one can know?” “What?” Aym laughed. “You mean you and the two brain cell bannik?”

Love C H A P T E R 2 0 R H Y K E R "I love her so fucking much." He spoke, making me groan with irritation. "Shut up Roman." I grumbled as I threw him the book that I was reading in perfect silence and like the annoying bugger he is, he decided to annoy me by spitting nonsense things about love. Love is complicated, like a sickness that is not curable, a deadly thing. Saying those four words that include everything is simple yet complicated, those words that make us believe our feelings for that person.

“I used to think that love was nothing more than a fairy tale—something other people read about in books. But then I met you, and everything changed. You made me see that true love isn’t flawless; it’s forged in fire and tempered by pain. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.” Sophia sighed, feeling the truth of his words resonate within her. “I was so afraid—afraid of trusting you, of being vulnerable. But you taught me that sometimes the greatest strength lies in letting go of that fear.” He kissed the top of her head gently. “And I learned that opening up isn’t a weakness. It’s the courage to be real.” Their words hung in the air, a delicate promise that the past no longer defined them.

Because I'm not that patient. I will find happiness above his happiness... always... forever... Let this feeling be stored in my heart, not to be forgotten, but just a reminder that at some point, I loved him deeply... And let the other side of my heart be open to receive the love that You have chosen for me...

Michael read aloud from a book of Italian poetry he bought in Florence, and I tried to translate the ones I knew. He stopped at one. Read it slowly. Then looked at me. “It says,” he translated, “that real love is not a firework—but a flame that doesn’t forget how to flicker, even when the wind comes.” I swallowed the lump in my throat. “That’s us,” I whispered. He nodded. “I want to promise you something tonight.” I turned toward him fully. “I want to promise that I’ll never stop being amazed by you,” he said. “That I won’t forget to say thank you. That I’ll keep asking questions. Keep showing up. Keep choosing softness, even on the hard days.”

Annette said. "If he has fallen for you, he will want to change for you," Jane said "It's that a book quote," Annette smiled as she stared at her friend "Nope, it's a quote by yours truly," Annette said as she pushed her friend on the hand playfully "Was the food any good?" Jane asked "Yeah, and we brought you something. It's in my bag," Annette said "I love you," Jane said as she kissed Annette on the cheek "You love food more," Annette said with a smile