Novel & Cerita Famous Quotes From Novels On Love

It made my body go soft. This devil was always flirting with me. I couldn't help but be curious about how someone like him, who was always serious, could talk to his student about this matter. He raised an eyebrow, glancing at me with a smile. "I learned a phrase from a novel you read. I think it's something like 'love at first sight.' I felt the phrase perfectly described the moment I saw you when I was six, so I remembered it. Your future husband is quite clever, right?"

Her love wouldn't have returned in a snap. Her love life was not a New Romance chapter. We did not get over it as quickly as in our favorite readings. There was always something fairy about love, but she didn't know all the tricks. Those which would make it possible to make her date return on their beautiful white horse, ready with a marriage proposal, with a flower between to the teeth. So she wondered how her heroines, with their heavily wounded hearts, managed to heal their disappointments. Judith loved her female readings. The books, placed on her nightstand, piled up a bit more night after night. She read a few chapters, tried in vain to guess the rest. She imagined feelings to the voic

Zhao Sean felt his lips stretch into a genuine smile, facing his friend (another real person he was lucky to have met), and clinking their wine glasses together. "Aw shucks, I think I'm in love again!" Bai Muyang said, clutching a hand at his chest as if hit by an invisible arrow and pretending to faint dramatically at seeing Zhao Sean's smile. Because only a few people get to see that real smile. "Shut up! Where's Qiushi-ge and Chris-ge?" Zhao Sean asked as he took a sip of his wine. Ahhh, this wine is quite good. Zhao Sean may not like drinking beers but he sure as hell could appreciate a good wine when he tastes one.

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

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.

She pulled out a black leather bound notebook from her bag, then flipped through the pages. "Let's see... In Jerry Maguire, Jerry said to Dorothy 'you complete me'. Pride and Prejudice, Mr. Darcy said to Elizabeth 'You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on'. When Harry Met Sally-" "Hold on," Kyle cut in, realising what was happening. "Are you comparing me to movie characters?" "I'm comparing you to men who set the bar." Wynn deadpanned. "You limboed under it."

She was trying to help him, and he was thanking her by being ignorant. "In my own way, I believe it's like the poem," he said, making Paulina look at him quizzically. "'Fire that burns without being seen'; like the touch of lovers. 'Discontented contentment'; like accepting the happiness of the other, even if it's not with you." He continued without caring about the astonishment and animosity on Perez's face. "Yours doesn't fit into any of that. Nathaniel was afraid to touch you, and you were afraid too. And it's clear that you will never accept that he prefers someone else." "First: that's a quote from Camões. Second: you don't know anything about my love. Third..." she pressed her lips tog

"You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?" A long pause. "Those aren't your words," Elias said. Liora blinked. "What?" "The first part. That's Shakespeare." Her mouth opened. Then closed. "Sonnet 116," he added, almost bored. "I — yes. Okay. Fine. But the second part was mine." "The goblet line." "Yes." "It wasn't very good." Liora stared at him. "Even Shakespeare," she said finally, with as much dignity as she had left, which was not much, "would bless us."

Their bodies became a storm, mirroring the chaos they had survived outside. Luke whispered her name over and over, each utterance laced with devotion and longing. Sophia’s head tilted back, eyes half-closed, chest heaving. “Luke… I love you,” she breathed. “I’ve never felt… like this before. You’ve changed me. Made me feel… alive.” Luke’s lips brushed hers again, soft yet searing. “I love you, Sophia. More than anything. You’ve been my anchor, my fire, my reason. Every danger, every fight… it was all worth it, because I have you.”