F Scott Fitzgerald Quotes On Love Novels & Stories

I heard many speeches and quotes throughout this day but as I stood in the middle of West Lane's function hall in my graduation gown, the one quote that kept playing in my head was a quote from a book that I read a long time ago. I'll tell you...what real love is. It is blind devotion, unquestioning self-humiliation, utter submission, trust and belief against yourself and against the whole world, giving up your whole heart and soul to someone who smites it. Charles Dickens pretty much sums up what it feels like when love is unrequited in Great Expectations and what it feels like to love you, Adrian. I didn't even see you at all today but you are the only one I kept thinking about. I know tha

It was trust — fragile, beautiful, growing stronger with each word. At some point, the conversation shifted to lighter things. Travis cracked a joke about his disastrous attempt at cooking, and I laughed until my cheeks hurt. “See?” he said, grinning, “I’m not perfect.” “Neither am I,” I admitted, smiling back. “But maybe perfect isn’t what we need.” He nodded, eyes shining. “Exactly.” Later, as I rested my head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, I realized something profound: love wasn’t about grand gestures or flawless moments. It was about the quiet, imperfect ones — the late-night talks, the shared silences, the knowing glances.

Her teeth nibbling on his lips , filling him with the insatiable lust he has for her. Enjoying the heaven till it lasts, he places his hand on her hips and pulls her up to him. Kissing her back Forgetting about all the problems and the choices, in the very second. To only live in the moment. To only have his little Phoenix to himself. ..... "It's love not a product which you can buy and exchange . It's easier to fall but difficult to come out without scars and restraints. Your love was flawed, I knew it since, but maybe I lacked the courage to try it with someone else.

Nothing. I move on to the next day. The page is a little burnt on the sides. I try not to imagine what must have happened to the hand that held that diary. 2 July 2010 ‘I don’t know whether my love is shallow or unfounded since we have never talked. But unrequited, untold love is the purest form of love. There is no pretence in that.’

he laments. I sneak into my wristwatch. I look at it. Time seems to be messing with me. It hasn't been more than five minutes since Penelope started filling me up looking for answers. I almost moan with frustration when I notice that it is so long before my day comes to an end. "It's strange, but it makes sense," says my friend, hitting her nails lightly on the table. "Getting in love can be compared to a lot of manure, because it only ends in shit. The motto is not to fall in love, guys. Follow that and be happy.”

Fiona said awkwardly. Scott smiled warmly at Fiona, his eyes sparkling with affection. He gently brushed a strand of hair behind her ear before responding. "Well, my love, I have to admit that morning breath and messy hair have never mattered to me when it comes to you," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "When I wake up and see you beside me, all I feel is love and happiness. So, please, don't ever feel self-conscious about those little things. They're a part of you, and I love every part of you."

He took her other hand so that he was holding both her hands. “We cannot start dating like we are equals who stumbled into each other in the course of our lives. If you hadn’t lost your wife in such horrible circumstances then you would never have even known that this neighbourhood existed. And if my brother had not sold you this house and made our paths cross, then I would never have even appeared in your radar,” she said. “Even if I had a job and I wasn’t destitute and penniless, we would still be worlds apart.” “And why does all that matter? Yes, I have money. But when we are together, it is not my money that makes me happy. It is you. Your love is what I need.”

"Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him, "The day you left for New York, you said this to me, wiping away my tears, and promised you would see me again soon. But that wasn't the case. I waited for you, and every time I felt sad, I would whisper the quote to myself and it would put a smile on my face." "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," Atlas mumbles, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."

She smiled and said, "Lately, everyone has been quite interested in my romantic life, finding many connections between Mr. Belasco and me. Here, I am reminded of a quote by Duras. "Love for me is not skin-deep, nor is it about sharing meals. It is an undying desire, a heroic dream amidst a weary life. "Over the years of my career, I've had many opportunities for romance. Many wonderful people have extended their hands to me. Still, I chose to spend my best years alone." While Dora's evasive response sounded sincere, little was said. Essentially, what she meant was, "Everyone is interested in my love life. In fact, many loved me back then, but I chose to be single." Megan, familiar with Dora'

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and whispered, "Thank you, Sean. I'll cherish it always." As the night grew older, they found themselves entwined on the penthouse terrace, the cityscape sprawled beneath them like a glittering tapestry. The gentle breeze tousled Katara's hair as they stood close, their bodies drawn together as if by an invisible force. "You know," Sean said, his voice low and intimate, "I used to believe that love was just a word people tossed around without truly understanding its meaning. But you've shown me that love is a profound force, capable of healing wounds, mending broken hearts, and creating miracles."