Famous Quotes From Novels On Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Charlie said. “I love you to the moon and back,” Taylor answered. “I love you more than all the stars in the sky,” she countered, smiling. “I love you with every fucking beat of my heart,” he said with his hand on his chest, eyes still shut. “I love you more than words can say,” Charlie added. “I love you more than life itself,” Taylor declared with a dramatic sigh. “I love you like Romeo loved Juliet—minus the whole dying thing,” Charlie declared. “You’re the cheese to my macaroni,” Taylor added, making Charlie giggle.

Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth .

Until I met Cedric. I forgot where I read this quote before. I read many romance novels. If I'm not mistaken, the words were like this. Someone else may be your first love, but it doesn't mean they'll be your last. It's possible that your last love is someone so close to you, without you realizing it. Similar to my story with Cedric, right? Ah, I suddenly want to hear his voice. This time, I'm not blaming or dragging Baby into it. It's purely my own feelings.

Then there's the one about star-crossed lovers, two innocent people who love each other deeply but at the end of everything their relationship is still doomed to fail just like Lancelot and Guinevere in King Arthur's mystical tale Round Table, Heathcliff and Catherine from Emily Bronte's Wuthering Heights, and Lyla and Majnun from the classic love story Nizami Ganjavi. Jakob says I have my head in too much fantasy, but I can't help but wonder... I heard car honks from a distance, then I heard the sound of a vehicle driving closer, it was probably my mom, I thought to myself. Right now I was home alone with Topaz, everyone else was basically at the back to school party grinding and making out

) Ayo asked, shaking his head in disbelief. The three of us burst into laughter at his dramatic exasperation, and Dami tapped him on the shoulder. “Isn’t that love?” he said with a grin. “As James Baldwin said, ‘Love does not begin or end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle; love is a war.’” Ayo raised a brow and curled his lip in a sneer. “Abeggi! Ikorodu Shakespeare isonu! You don see woman, now you dey quote Baldwin. Dey talk wetin I no understand”

together: If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die. Every word of it had been true then, and it would remain so always. END OF BOOK SIX

The words run out my mouth before I can stop myself. Sometimes I wonder how I've survived all these years with a mouth as big as mine. "Miss Snowfall?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—." I begin to apologize, but he cut me off. "You're right it sucks, but it a decision only the brave can make." I remember his quote from the book A Little Of Everything, but it seems he kind of mixed the whole thing. So I ask, "Isn't love the decision only the brave can make?" He stands up and straightens his suit, then moves to my seat. "Well, Ms Snowfall love is a luxury that's people like me can't afford." He tells me and stretches his hand towards me, I take it and together we exit the room.

William Shakespeare once said, “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.”. Falling in love was one mistake I made, I fell in love with a monster, the devil himself. Face to face with death, yet the only voice I hear in my head is his. I guess to understand my story, We have to start from the beginning.

She cleared her throat, over-enunciating as though performing Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. “Love isn’t patient, love isn’t kind… it’s fire, and it burns everything it touches.” She looked at me expectantly, starry-eyed. I wanted to slide under the table and melt into the floor. Was this real life? Was I being forced to quote my own tortured prose like a trained parrot? “Um.” My voice cracked. “Yes, that… that does sound like something I wrote.” “It is!” another boy shouted. “Page two seventy-three, right after the betrayal scene! I highlighted it!”

Dante said. Elian looked at him. "Possibly," he said. "Or because the direct approach to love in fiction is almost always the wrong one." He paused. "The best love in novels is in the corners. In the incidental things. Not the declarations — the coffee handed over without being asked." "The coffee handed over without being asked," Dante said. "You've noticed I do that," Elian said. "I noticed it the first morning," Dante said. "In the Budapest safehouse. You guessed correctly."