F Scott Fitzgerald Quotes On Love Novels & Stories

I didn't understand why she left without saying to me anything, I even talked to Dr Poter about her potential who immediately agreed to take her to his hospital, I thought that it was a great idea to make her know the world outside and learn to work with doctors and surgeons. "Fuck, she got me wrapped around her fucking finger." I groaned and exhaled the smoke, placing the cigarette electronic down on the couch. I recalled the quote that Shakespear describe my situation with Hemilia. "Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." William Shakespeare

She said sarcastically. When they got in the car, she still didn’t want to change the subject. And the question was a good one, right to the point. As a successful man, Francis used to have many lovers, so he was very speechless and really didn’t know how to answer her question. At last, he only said, “My love for you is very real, Scarlett.” Scarlett just nodded readily and turned her away and asked, “So, were all those dates just about sex? Is that what you were in it for?”

Why had I been so obsessed with someone who clearly did not love me? I mulled it over on our drive to the shooting range. I’d always seen love as something I had to earn. It was like the Groucho Marx quote, “I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.” If a man was in love with me… well, obviously he had terrible taste. And he probably couldn’t do any better.

A quote, scrawled in his elegant hand: “To love is to recognize yourself in another.” I stared at it, my fingers brushing the paper like it was something fragile.

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.

He finishes writing the previous quote and then gestures for me to continue. "Love is friendship that has caught on fire. In the beginning, a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature, and our love becomes as coal, deep-burning and unquenchable." "Bruce Lee," he remarks after completing the transcription, nodding approvingly. "Nice. Any particular reason why?" He turns to ask me.

"To fulfill their obsession. To fulfill their obsession, I had to sell myself without getting anything in return. "I got nothing but numbness! I couldn't even love the man I love freely!" She whispered at the end of her sentence. Her eyes were directed at Gladwin. "I love you. Since forever. Since the beginning I knew you. But she underestimated you!" Phoebe pointed at her mother again. "Just because you come wearing a worn shoes and old clothes. Just because you don't drive a luxury car. Just because you're a younger man than me. According to her, you're not worthy of me. But I love you!

“You’re my everything.” I nodded, but Sophia’s shadow loomed, her green tea bitterness a poison I couldn’t ignore. In my journal, I wrote: 'Love demands trust, but trust demands truth. How do I love him when his past poisons my present?' The question hung, unanswered, as I sketched a fractured gem, a symbol of a heart breaking but holding.

“I love being around you. I love smelling you. I love touching you. I love it when you touch me. I love it when you kiss me. I love it when you look at me. I love looking at you. I love having sex with you. Goodness, I love that way too much for any normal person.” “I love everything too, baby.” She whispered, kissing my forehead. “Promise me that if anything goes wrong, you'll move on.” I said, and she pushed my head up, setting her eyes on me. “Where's that coming from?” She asked, “Just answer the question.” I sighed. “If I was the one, would you have moved on?” Scarlett asked. “There'd be an imbalance in the structure of the universe, and to eliminate that imbalance, I'd have to die also

When I was alone, I went back to my room and searched for the script. "Love is like spring, where flowers bloom and bring different colors. You have to watch them with a bright smile. Everything will disappear, but love will never. It will be with you on foggy winter nights to comfort you, to keep you warm. In summer, love will share the warmth. Autumn will always come, forcing the flowers to die, and trees will be left alone, but it will never be sad because it knows autumn never lasts for long." These beautiful lines were on the script. I wish love was what they describe in books. But it is far from it.