Novel & Cerita Hopelessly Romantic Quotes

Everything I’ve wanted since I realized the coffee you spilled on your shirt matched the shade of your eyes perfectly. I love it when you smile at me—really smile at me. I can almost pretend you remember as much as I do. They went on and on, telling me everything he’s never said aloud and some things he has, like the repetition is necessary for me to believe it. Either way, these notes were everything I never wanted to hear. Everything that would make me fall again. “You said maybe you believed in romance. And I said maybe isn’t enough when your eyes leave me breathless and your touch makes me feel alive. Not when the love we had is boiling beneath the surface. When I’m so ready to let my lo

You never really did. According to a Japanese author, a poetic way of saying how much you love is more romantic than just saying the phrase I love you. A phrase you should tell someone you like or love under the moon... I flashed a genuine smile. "Quel," He looked at me in the eye. "The moon is beautiful, isn't it?" ... and the proper response should be "I can die happy." Say it, Quel. Say it, please. He titlted his head stared at it for minutes. The wind blew, carrying fallen leaves. The charms of fireflies iluminated the part where he was standing.

My face widened. “I'm disappointed in you, Max” “I'm also disappointed in myself. It's always as if my tongue is being held in my mouth whenever my eyes meet hers. I know it's love but I'm always saddened because Alicia never fails her eloquence in front of me” “So?” I gasped, shocked at his words that sparkled the word, ‘romantic’. “You know no man can overrule Alicia's eloquence. That's just her” “It always melts my legs”

“You should start driving your own car from now on, you are really irritating.” “Yay, dearest Romeo,” he says mischievously, with sparking eyes. My cousin is really irritating and childish! I stop responding to him and turn the music volume really high until I don’t hear his voice. Mmh, can I be her Romeo? That body of hers would be divine. Scratch that, that’s a tragic story, I don’t even know why it is regarded as romantic. Two lovers committing suicide is nothing close to being romantic. I am certain that ours would be worse than that. It would definitely end with two murders instead of suicides. That does not stop me from imagining her being all mine though.

“What are you? A slam book? How can you love yourself when you don’t even recognize love itself?” Romance never goes out of style. It does not wither or die like plants in a glimpse of summer. We fall into its captivating curse the moment we find perfection in a soul filled with flaws. The second we see beauty in the laceration of their scars and lips maneuvered by deception, we are bound to plunge into the deepest fragment of their life. The day our heart palpitates at a rapid velocity is the day we chain ourselves to an immeasurable misery.

“ but i want him to suffer slowly, above all, let him smell what it’s like to lose everything, you ever have” “it shall be done!!”.....

He was gonna turn her ass crimson. ”I’ll send you their location later when you’ve calmed down-” Romero crushed the phone in his fist and threw it in the trash bin beside his desk. Fuck later. He would find her right now. __________________________________________________________ ‘Do you think our love can make miracles?’ ‘I do.’ Anateya giggled as she simultaneously chimed in with Diana, repeating their favorite line from ‘The Notebook’ word for word. People turned and glared in their direction, making them giggle even more.

The love he felt for the woman in front of him was out of this world. “Rita Jones, I am usually the romantic one but surprisingly today, I’m at a loss for words. I promise to love and cherish you for the rest of our lives. I promise to do my best to see your beautiful smile every day. My promise to you is that I will give you all the love, love, and love that I have in my heart for you. For me, you were my first in everything and I’m glad that you’re my last. In sickness and in health and in abundant riches, being poor is no longer my portion. Till death do us part. I will always love you.”

I stammered, unsure of how to respond. Ryan smiled, a look of gentle affection in his eyes. "It's romantic," he finished for me, his smile widening. "I know it's cheesy, but I want to do this for you, Isabella. I want to be here for you, even when you're asleep." His words made emotions wash over me in a rush. I felt a lump in my throat, my eyes prickling with tears. "Ryan," I whispered. "That's the sweetest, most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to me." An that was the truth, no sugar coating of words.

That was how I pursued my dreams in the world I loved while yearning to be a part of his. Back then, I would often cup my face with a smile and ask, "Miles, when will you marry me? When will you introduce me to your friends?" Miles would only pat my head and give me a fond smile. He never directly answered my questions, so I always assumed he just wasn't ready to make promises. Until one day, I happened to sit in the booth behind him and his friends where we were separated by a screen. Miles had spoken casually, "I do like her. She's stunning, and I could say she's one in a million. Otherwise, I wouldn't have gone against everyone to carry her into the car back then.