Famous Quotes From Novels On Love Novels & Stories

But just when I think he's about to initiate another passionate round of sex, he looks at my lips and then refocuses on my eyes. "Brown eyes are just brown eyes, until you fall in love with someone who has brown eyes." "Smooth," I compliment with a nod, smiling as he smiles against our now touching lips. "No joke, though, it all comes down to your eyes," he tells me when we pull away, quoting the famous Dante Gabriel Rossetti. "Thank you for bringing me here, baby." "And thank you for everything else," he replies, expressing his feelings in six simple but meaningful words. But for some reason, I sense that he wants to say more.

"The course of true love never did run smooth." — William Shakespeare Chapter 40 I woke up the next morning with a song on my lips and joy in my heart. From the moment I got out of bed, it felt like I was being carried by butterflies; my heart, body, mind, and soul were floating, basking in the euphoria of my newfound feelings for the doctor. Not even for Jason nor yusuf had I felt this kind of overwhelming, all-consuming love.

That personal touch made the gesture even more unsettling. Her thoughts shifted to the small, leather-bound book she had found among the flowers. She retrieved it from the shelf where she had placed it earlier and sat down at the dining table. The cover was worn, and the pages were yellowed with age. She opened it to the last page, where the quote was written: “My love, my heart beats for you alone. In the chaos of the world, you are my peace. -A” The words sent a shiver down her spine. She closed the book and set it aside, feeling a sense of unease.

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Anastasia, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Sebastian?"

"Love is like a friendship 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 coals, deep-burning, and unquenchable." – Bruce Lee

I wondered, my mind unraveling the complexities of my emotions. The clasped hands seemed like a fortress, guarding against the vulnerability I yearned to express. “All good,” I nodded at him. And the girl has the nerve to smile at me. In any other circumstances, I would have found it pretty, but not today, though. "Love, a potent word entwined with the unity of a single soul spanning two bodies. Some endure an eternity yearning for a mere ounce of affection, while others bask in its abundance, indifferent. Gazing at mate, I lamented, 'We often fail to grasp the value of what we possess until it slips through our fingers.”

Odger and her had a fiery sensational love. Why fiery? Beacause she and Lubez never had a day where Odger and Matilda didn't make passionate love. During the time, it really hurt her eyes and innocent mind. Lubez and Thea have to be very far away from home so as not to hear any ambiguous voices But as quickly as the fire blown by the wind grows, the fiery love finally extinguished like splashed by water.

“And then, one not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote this story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that will live forever.” —From Moulin Rouge

He watches me carefully, and when he doesn't speak, I continue talking. "The tattoo on your back," I say, gesturing to him, "Love looks not with the ideas, a Midsummer Night's Dream. This was our favorite book all throughout middle school and into high school. We would go down to the waterfall and read the play together, and sometimes act out scenes." Atlas shifts uncomfortably in his spot on the bed, diverting his eyes to his hands lying in his lap. "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."

‘It’s going to be okay, I promise’ she said reassuringly, but I knew it wouldn’t be. I tried to pull myself together, telling myself it was a loveless marriage after all. It was a loveless marriage, but I felt so betrayed and stupid. I felt so angry seeing that girl on top of him, I liked the way his lips felt against mine. I longed to be in his arms all day long, I thought of him every time. I replay the first time he kissed me in my head to remember how good his lips felt against mine. My heart skips a beat whenever I see him. I don’t think this is a loveless marriage anymore. I think I am falling in love with Aaron Carson.