Famous Quotes From Novels On Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Perhaps Lady Audrey could tell us.” All eyes turned to her then—her ladies, her governesses, even Elijah, who stood quietly by the door, his expression unreadable. Audrey felt the heat rise to her cheeks. She smiled faintly, looking down at her hands. “Love,” she said after a moment, “is when one man burns your favorite book to ashes and somehow still manages to make your heart ache for him.” The room erupted into laughter, though there was a hush beneath it—a recognition that her words, though lightly spoken, held truth.

Sean chided, glaring at Alastor. “Yeah man, give four eyes some credit!” Harry said, looking too amused. Alastor scoffed but said nothing, leaning back on the couch while Nick smirked, fixing his glasses, “So… what do you want to know about your unlucky lady?” “Everything,” . . . “When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.” –Paulo Coelho

There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going. "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever." A quote from Lord Henry. Lucia sighed, Lord Henry was indeed a cynical character especially to the matters of love but was it a crime that she hoped her first love would be her last love that her it would last forever. Was it wrong that thinking about him and every little moment they shared made her skin quiver. Thinking about him gave her mixed emotions. It was so hard, extremely hard. They say time heals all wounds but

Jacob POV “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” It’s a quote from Lao Tzu that’s been going through my head ever since Emily shut that door with me standing behind it. I wouldn’t call myself a romantic. Once upon a time, I didn’t even believe in love, but this woman has stirred my loins back to life. She’s like a fire burning bright, setting the darkness alight. The very thought of her makes me dizzy with desire, but I fear this morning may have been the last time I’ve ever seen her.

I plant a kiss on his forehead and carefully move aside his arm from my shoulder. I silently close the door of his bedroom, after glancing at him with careness. He caused me heartache for three years, but I still can't move away from him, can I? Is it call love, huh? I recall the famous quote by British poet Alfred, Lord Tennyson - "Tis better to have loved and lost, than never to have love at all."

he kissed her twice and said “Clasp me close in your warm young arms, while the pale stars shine above, and we’ll live our whole young lives away in the joys of loving love. You are mine and always will be mine” Emelda caught one popular line that made her day and sweetened her heart; she was lost in the euphoria and attributed the line to Shakespeare. “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me” No. She just remembered and snapped her hands in disagreement. It was W.H Auden; Shakespeare didn’t write in that style as far as she could remember. The line dug deeper into her mind, taking up all parts of her brain: “If equal affection cannot be, let the more loving be me”

Eijaz asked. Gladwin just smiled. "She will come back. And if she wanted me to search for her, then she wouldn't have said that she 'will return.' And my answer would remain the same. Even if she never returns, my heart will forever belong to her." Jonas could only shake his head in silence. So did Eijaz. Love truly makes a stone look like a cake. Smart heads become foolish. And it makes perfect people appear flawed in the eyes and ears of others. But Jonas didn't comment.

"I have another one titled How do I love thee. Elizabeth Barret Browning. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death." She

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

‘I found my soulmate, I found my true love, I found my one and forever, and now I may lose her forever.’ Nathan thought back to a quote he once read as he sat next to Amore's bed, holding onto her hand while the constant heart monitor echoed in the background.