Novel & Cerita Great Gatsby Quotes On Love

“Yeah, it’s him. I heard that he hated the woman the old master forced him to marry back then. Now, I guess it’s just a rumor.” “It seems that today is their anniversary. Mr. Whitman even prepared a surprise for his wife.” “Tsk, I guess the saying is correct. You can tell whether a man loves a woman from his eyes. Look at the way Mr. Whitman looks at Eveline. You’ll only get that twinkle if you truly love someone.” Madeline could hear all kinds of envious and lamenting words next to her ears, and all of them were like sharp knives to her heart when they glided into her ears.

he said in disbelief. “They say everything is fair in love and war, and this is war.” He chuckled wickedly before heading out. The younger man turned to look at the older man, who was leaving the dark room in which they were discussing. He kept on looking at his broad and muscular back until it disappeared. He sighed once he left and looked around himself. The man around him immediately bowed down. He nodded and left from there. Everything is fair in love and war, the quote is really beautiful and amazing as well. People who fall in love even follow it blindly but using this formula, a problem was waiting for Daisy in her way.

Heat from the sheer audacity of her coming into my space and speaking of Cassandra like she was a failed investment. I let the drink pour, the sound deliberate, controlled. I could feel Nala watching me, trying to interpret my movement. Trying to decide whether she had struck a nerve. And perhaps she had. Just not the one she wanted. “Love isn’t a transaction,” I said calmly. The words came out almost gentle, which was perhaps the cruelest part. Because I knew what they implied. They implied she didn’t know what love was. I took the glass and crossed the room, sitting on the couch opposite her, one ankle resting on my knee, my gaze still fixed on her.

"It makes people do stupid, unimaginable things—things they wouldn’t normally do." "But isn’t that okay? If it’s in a good way?" I countered. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "It always turns bad, eventually." I frowned. "You sound like you speak from experience." "Maybe," he said, tilting his head slightly. Then he leaned in, his eyes glinting under the dim bar light. "You see, love is like a cigarette." I blinked, caught off guard by the analogy. "What?"

He didn’t even get mad at the woman’s comment. Instead, he smiled faintly and said, “There’s over a million on that card. Buy whatever you want. When you’ve got money, who needs love?” She laid her head on his chest and purred, “I was just saying.” Joseph tapped the ash from his cigarette, his expression turning cold. “Don’t ever mention that word—love—again.” “Got it,” she murmured obediently. At the time, Joseph didn’t give the conversation a second thought.

He chuckled, "I'm romanticizing you because you deserve to hear beautiful things, and Rumi had taken all the right words out of me ... I think I'm a few hundred years too late to be a poet." It made her laugh. "Gamble everything for love, if you're a true human being," he quoted. "He didn't say that?" "He did ... reason is powerless in the expression of love," he continued. She was still grinning, his arms were tighter around her keeping her warm from the chill. "These pains you feel are messengers ... listen to them." Her smile started to fade. He wasn't just quoting them randomly, she felt those words were meant for her. "Love comes with a knife, not some shy question, and not with fears o

“My mind is made up. This is my home. My family is here – most of them anyway. I love Billy, but we can’t be together. There are . . . obstacles.” “Let me tell you something,” Goldman began as he sat down in a chair across from her. “Most people don’t find real love in a lifetime. So, if you’re lucky to have it happen to you, you grab it with both hands and don’t let go. You don’t let ignorance or other people’s opinions get between you and true love.” “Jeff -” Gabriella started. “I’m not done, Ms. Garvey,” Goldman said in his cop voice.

If I kept driving, I would be so distracted and probably drive into an accident. “Babe, you know I would never do that. I will never abandon you, not now, not ever. I love you with all my heart, Daisy and whatever happened between us from the start till now has at no point made me love you less. In fact, each experience made me love you so much more.”

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 didn't think that I would feel for someone this way that I would forget any fight or anything. I won't ask her again about the Tuberose lie. I want to put that into a grave. We are perfectly happy with each other. I press a tender kiss upon her forehead, cherishing this moment of tranquility. With Abigail in my arms, I am reminded that love is not simply an emotion but a profound connection that surpasses all understanding. And as I hold her close, I vow to always cherish and protect the love we share, for she is my heart's greatest treasure.