Great Gatsby Quotes On Love Novels & Stories

It was an expression filled with yearning for good things out of human nature. Jenna's eyebrows furrowed as she looked at him quizzically. "Do you love her then?" she frowned and asked. "Love?" Norton laughed suddenly. "That's silly of you, Jenna. How many couples in this world actually got married out of love? Love is the least needed in this world; it's everywhere. However, from the bottom of my heart, I want to marry her." Norton smiled nonchalantly as he said this.

Cee’s breath hitched sharply, her face flushing with exertion, sweat matting her hair to her temples like battle scars. “I’m here,” I whispered low, pouring comfort into my words. “I am with you—always.” She nodded without glancing up, but the subtle easing of her shoulders spoke volumes. “I know,” she replied, trust warming her voice. Rhea observed us, shaking her head with mock pity. “You think love holds firm? Love leaks—seeps through the cracks like water through fingers.” “Love learns,” Gabriel interjected, his eyes fixed on Vera with unwavering devotion. “And it plugs every hole, seals every breach.”

“Enough. That’s it. From now on, there’s no Leon De Santos in my life.” The taxi driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror but said nothing. Giselle leaned her head against the window, closing her eyes. But behind her eyelids appeared Leon’s face — that cold stare, the faint smile that once melted her, and the last words that echoed in her head. I hope you will all accept Qiara, the woman I love. Giselle let out a bitter laugh, half sob, half scoff. “The woman he loves, huh? If that’s love, I don’t ever want to know what his hate looks like.”

"They say girls mature faster than boys, but I think it was the opposite for us. "My love for you came twenty years earlier than yours. I hope you can make up for that," Quentin said as he took my hand and pressed it to his face. I felt the warmth of his tears on my palm.

I paused and took a deep breath. “I'm so sorry for the hurt I caused you back then,” I said as tears streamed down my face. “No, don't be sorry, John. It was when I married you I realized I left bronze for gold. You are a gift to me from God.” “Do you love me, Esther?” I asked in my hoarse voice. I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer. I have never been so eager to hear a positive answer from her. Esther was rendered speechless. It was written all over her face that the question hit her hard.

Her voice trailed off as tears welled up in her eyes. “I love you.” He told her sincerely before adding, “And I love loving you.” Florence smiled, her heart overflowing with love. “I love you too,” she replied, her voice filled with warmth. “More than words can say.” As the night wore on, they shared a romantic dinner, savoring each bite, each moment. They talked about their future, their dreams, their aspirations. They spoke of the life they wanted to build together, a life filled with love, laughter, and endless possibilities.

A quiet, bitter smile. "Love me? Was it love when you talked about Ruby in front of me with your friends? Was it love when you asked my wedding dress designer to make a gown for her? Was it love when you waited for me to fall asleep before sneaking downstairs to meet her? If this is your idea of love, then it's too cheap. I don't want it." With each word, Grayson's face turned a shade paler, until he looked as if he might collapse. Her words cut through him like a blade, slicing straight to the bone.

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."

Vincent's words were a balm to my wounded heart, a reminder that love was a force that transcended the boundaries of time and circumstance. "You made her happy, Vincent," I whispered, my voice trembling with emotion. "You gave her moments of joy that lit up her world, even in the darkest times." His eyes glistened with unshed tears, a testament to the depth of his feelings. "And she gave me a lifetime of memories that I'll carry with me forever." We sat there, two souls connected by our shared love for the woman who had woven herself into the very fabric of our lives. In that moment, I understood the true power of love — its ability to transform, to heal, and to endure, even in the face of t

) 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”