Novel & Cerita Great Gatsby Quotes On Love

“I didn’t want to lose you! I saw you with that woman and I broke! I did all of this because I still love you, Ashton! Please, have a little mercy on me…” At the word ‘love’, the corner of Ashton’s lips lifted into a chilling, cynical smile. “Love?” Ashton’s voice came out low and razor-sharp, as if it could slice the air. “You don’t know the meaning of that word, Gianna. You don’t love me. You only love the illusion of power and wealth attached to my name.” “Ashton, please…”

"I even prepared something." Elias looked at the paper. Then at her. "You prepared something." "A love poem. Just — listen. One minute." He said nothing. Which she decided to count as permission. She unfolded the paper. Cleared her throat. "Love is an ever-fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken." She glanced up at him, then back down. "Love is the fullness of life, like a goblet brimming with wine." She lowered the paper. Met his eyes. "You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?"

Occasionally, Atlas hummed a sentence or two. Suddenly she suggested: "Atlas, let's go on a date." Atlas looked at her in surprise. He didn't understand what she was saying. Daisy explained again: "I've already confessed my love to you, right? But right now, only I love you. I don't want unrequited love. I want you to love me back, so Atlas, I decided to pursue you." Her voice echoed in his ears, so gentle and sweet that he forgot to react. Looking at his expression, Daisy felt happy, deliberately bent down and hugged his neck: "I will make you forget that woman. From now on, you are only allowed to have my image in your heart."

Her voice was gentle, but it felt like a scalpel peeling back his skin. Leon shifted in his seat. “I don’t know what else there is to say. I messed up. I pushed her away. End of story.” “You mentioned feeling… possessive. Like you needed to hold on tighter when she pulled away.” He snorted. “Isn’t that what love is? Wanting someone so much it hurts?” Dr. Ellis tilted her head. “Is that what you felt? Love? Or something else?” The question hung in the air. Leon’s throat tightened. He looked away, his eyes landing on a framed quote on the wall: *“To be loved is to be seen.”*

A quote, scrawled in his elegant hand: “To love is to recognize yourself in another.” I stared at it, my fingers brushing the paper like it was something fragile.

He holds her hands tightly and continues,”Only as a friend, I know that you have feelings for me, but I am not that lucky one to be with you, I am extremely sorry but I can't accept your proposal, I can die for you but I can't love you because that's not what I am made for, please understand me” His answer actually shook her which I could notice from her expressions and the mug fell from her hands to be scattered in pieces,”Blythe, are you fine ? , Blythe are you listening me ?” he asked in a worried voice, to which she replied trying to keep calm,”Fine, but can I know the reason why you can't love me, is it my mistake that I expected too much from you or is it mistake of destiny that I met

The private chef Gabriel had hired began preparing their meal nearby, ensuring everything was made fresh and tailored to their tastes. As they enjoyed the courses, their conversation became more personal. Antonia shared that she’d never been in love before, which surprised Gabriel. She admitted that while she had never felt meaningful enough to truly fall for someone. This revelation intrigued Gabriel, who couldn’t help but feel excited. His exact words were, “that’s actually a beautiful thing. Because it means I get to show you what real love feels like. And trust me, Tonia, I’m going to make sure you never forget what it’s like to be loved the right way.”

"I love you, Cage, but I will never be in love with you." "Seriously, what does he give you that I can't?" "I-" "You heard her, Cage, leave her alone." Baritone voice, whiskey eyes. Tired, longing whiskey eyes. Jax. "Let her go," Jax yanked Cage's hands away from mine. "What do you think you're doing? You'll only ruin her life." "Scarlett is not your mother, Cage. She'll never be her," Jax pulled me to his side. "You heard her. She's in love with me, not you."

"It's just so perfectly New York!" Watching her, a smile tugged at my lips. "Do you miss it? The city life?" I asked, curious about her past. She turned towards me, a nostalgic glint in her eyes. "Sometimes, yeah. But moments like these? They're pretty special too." Her attention returned to the movie, and when Harry confessed his love at the New Year's Eve party, she sighed softly. "This is what real love is about. Honest and raw." Her words struck a chord in me. "You're kind of a true romantic, Emma," I commented, intrigued by her perspective on love.

They look like they’ve been together forever. Sebastian follows my gaze. “That’s going to be us one day.” I blink. “Oh? Confident, are we?” He shrugs. “Just stating facts.” The older man chuckles, clearly having overheard. “You two newlyweds?” My face flames. “Oh, no. We’re—” “Not yet,” Sebastian interrupts smoothly, and I nearly choke on the steam. The elderly woman smiles. “Well, take it from us—love isn’t about grand gestures. It’s the little things.”