F Scott Fitzgerald Quotes On Love Novels & Stories

I don't want to see some pityness from others. Finally, the car stopped in front of the mansion and my heart skipped a beat. George opened the car door and greeted me inside. I got out and walked towards the hallway. "Young madam, he is waiting for you in the study room..." Sam told me with melancholy smile. I nodded him with expression less face because I don't like everyone pitying me...Am I that pity??...no I am not..!!! It's true that he always hurts me but i don't care about his words and i don't wrangle with him. I don't like to argue with arrogant people and I can't face it's outcome ....

Do you think you were worthy of my love? “I meant that, every word I said. You being my moon, my sun, my stars.” I loved you like the nascent leaves of spring love warmth; I loved you like the ancients loved the night sky; I loved you like a cool draught of water on a summers day. Love couldn’t be fireworks for an entire lifetime, though we've had our share. Love must flow quietly, peacefully, always remaining strong. “My beginning, my ending.” Love was nothing like finance, we didn’t give a certain amount to get something back; we simply give. Love didn’t lead us to chide or sulk when we feel the lack of it from our partner. It showed me how to bring life and fire back to my soul, to love h

Jace articulated, his voice a reflection of the uncharted emotional territory they navigated. Marvis, her countenance radiating with unyielding love, mirrored his sentiments with quiet affirmation. "Jace, our unanticipated love signifies the triumph of understanding and empathy—a testament to the transformative potency of unspoken longing and shared vulnerability." Their tender exchange unfolded against the backdrop of the evolving tapestry of their shared emotions, intertwining with the echoes of unyielding love and unfaltering companionship.

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

Katherine POV "How do I love thee?" I said quoting from the famous poem of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It was high school literature when I was first introduced to the poem, but it was only now that I fully comprehended its meaning. I can enumerate the many ways I love Lucas Sanders. But that would take us to a lifetime and beyond and would be unfitting for this setting. Besides, Lucas is already crying buckets. He'll be dehydrated if I prolong this moment, I thought cheekily to myself.

I tried to make some sense. "Oh!" She gawked at me and scrunched her nose. "You don't know whether you love me or not, is it that difficult to comprehend?" She gave me a bitter laugh. "You are stuck on this word, Scarlett. Love is not everything, it is not the only thing that keeps two people together." I kept my sight fix on her. "I am stuck?" She asked me. "Yes! You are. You are so blind to the idea of being in love that you are pushing me away from you." I breathed.

'Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make, one day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without and find that breath is of little consequence.' ❤❤❤❤ CROSSING JASON'S PATH ❤❤❤❤

Sometimes, falling in love with someone might just be a warm smile, an affectionate glance, or a tender gesture, all just fleeting moments. In these eight years, if you want, you can find a girl better and more amazing than me. She had implied these words countless times to Quincy and he understood, but he just couldn't let go. Jessica was frustrated by this, he was such an excellent and intelligent man but so foolish and stubborn in matters of love. "Did my grandfather say something?" Quincy's voice was low, filled with hurt, silent, and subdued.

“ It seems so hard for me Jas, I mean I love that girl so much more than you can imagine ” “ That's why you need to go out, as times go by you will learn to forget about her ” “ That's the thing, I can't forget about her ” Scott said and Jasper sighed. “ I understand ” “ You don't understand cause you... you have never being in love before ” “ Wow ” Jasper said and Scott realize what he just said. “ I'm sorry, I'm just not myself right now ” “ it's alright ” Jasper said. Soon after some pleading Scott finally followed Jasper out of his apartment to have some fun.

I laughed at myself. "I know now that we have figured this out. You need to go home to your fiancée she just texted me saying she is worried." "Right." I closed my eyes for a brief moment trying to consume everything. "Listen Angelo. We can choose who we like but when it comes to those whom we love. I'm sorry but you have no say." He paused. "That's a qoute by some smart person if it wasn't Shakespeare but you get my point." "Thanks Brad." I sighed. I didn't know if I was thanking him for being there or for helping me come to terms with my own feelings... "Anytime."