Booktok Quotes About Love Novels & Stories

"It makes people do stupid, unimaginable things—things they wouldn’t normally do." "But isn’t that okay? If it’s in a good way?" I countered. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "It always turns bad, eventually." I frowned. "You sound like you speak from experience." "Maybe," he said, tilting his head slightly. Then he leaned in, his eyes glinting under the dim bar light. "You see, love is like a cigarette." I blinked, caught off guard by the analogy. "What?"

It no longer felt heavy. He ordered black coffee and sat at the corner table by the window their table. And for the first time in a long while, he didn’t flinch. He opened the book again. Read the first line she’d ever underlined for him: “Love doesn’t always ask for more time. Sometimes, it asks to be remembered kindly.” He smiled. A small one. Honest. Before leaving, he placed the book gently on the windowsill, beside a half-empty sugar jar. He didn’t take it back. Someone else would find it, maybe read it, maybe feel something they needed to. Maybe even her.

I sobbed, recalling the expression on everyone’s faces. “No one hates you. They’re just disappointed with you, and you will have to earn everyone’s trust.”, he said, wiping my tears again. “Why…why are you … acting … so sweet with… me? Don’t you … hate me already?” “Martin Luther King Jr. once said, ‘Returning hate for hate multiples hate, adding deeper darkness devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, and only love can do that.’ The night when I chose you as my chosen mate, I swear to Moon Goddess that I would bring you the right place by hook or by crook. Because if you were stubborn, then I was stubborn too.”

She could hear the shallowness of her breath as it stole prematurely from her lungs. "...I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is..." His eyes never left Ashlyn's as he recited the rest of the quote from memory. His gaze was piercing, his voice hypnotizing. With parted lips, she swallowed.

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Their love radiated in the room, enveloping us all in its gentle embrace. "Love is a wondrous force," I continued, my voice carrying a hint of emotion. "It has the power to transform lives, to heal wounds, and to bring two souls together in the most unexpected ways. Seeing the love between Elliot and Brianna reminds me of the incredible journey we've shared, Roman. Our love has been a beacon of light in my life, guiding me through both joyous and challenging times."

"You know nothing about my marriage, Martin. Don't pretend to understand." "Maybe I don't know the details," Martin said calmly. "But I know one thing. True love is not built on force and fear. There's an old saying: 'If you love something, set it free. If it comes back, it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.'" Martin paused for a moment before continuing.

“Sophia and I are committed to building a strong foundation. I love her more than anything, and I want to give her the best life possible.” Thompson smiled, his gaze softening. “I know you do, Fabio. And I see that love in both of you. But love, as you know, is not always easy. It requires patience, understanding, and a willingness to face challenges together.” He paused, then quoted softly, “’Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken.’” He looked at Fabio, his eyes full of meaning. “Shakespeare knew a thing or two about love.”

Chapter Eight: Book True love isn't buying roses, giving gifts, cuddling or kissing, but it is the feeling that blooms in your heart, it is the longing of being closer to someone, it is the desire to share and understand. People tell me it's the best feeling, but I'm scared I'm going to get trapped.

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't