Humor Love Quotes For Her Novels & Stories

she mumbled and I glanced over to her meeting her gaze for a split second. "Do you have a favourite quote?" She asked softly "Whatever one loves most is beautiful" "I don't think I've gotten that far," "You haven't," I mumbled knowing she was just pages away. "What does your quote mean to you?" I asked referring to the one she had mentioned earlier. "Never let your emotions cloud your logic," she announced her meaning aligning with mine and I looked over to her to find her appreciating the passing trees a smile greeting my face. "And yours?" She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me.

I counter with a small cocky smirk. She gives me a narrow-eyed look. “You better not. I have the energy of several women combined. I’m enough and if you’re into guys, then I can totally put on a strap-on. You can choose the size.” I stare at her, shocked by that comeback before bursting into laughter. “You really are one of a kind, Love,” I say as she smirks. “That I am,” she replies with a wink. “Just keep the strap-ons away from me,” I answer, amused.

Why I talked to her. What I do know is, I wanted him to be happy. Because... I love him. I love him. Oh my goddess I love him. I just realised that. I gather up my courage. "Because I love you." I whispered. I knew he heard me. I hear him give a humourless laugh. "You? Love me?" he continued to laugh. It wasn't a laugh of hilarious. It was a sick laugh. His humourless laugh made me cringe. "Look at you. Weak and pathetic human. How could you even think I would like, as much as to love you." he mocked me.

“About your husband. I'm sorry that happened to you.” She waved it off, but the pain was clear. “Oh, no no. It's… completely fine. Her frail voice suggested the opposite. “Hey” I said, placing a hand over hers. “If it makes you feel any better, I suck at love too.” That earned a giggle. A soft, genuine giggle. “You're still young” she joked. “You'll find the one for you eventually.” “Nah. Not really interested in all that love rubbish anymore. I just want to have a good time.”

Our gardener will have a heart attack. My joke backfires. "I'm joking precious. It's for you." I clarified. Sunshine giggles. "Thank you! I love this flowers. They are bright and yellow!" She tip toes to hug me. I bent down so she can hug me properly. Of course I tighten my arms around her body because I will not waste this opportunity to hug her. I remove my arms when she whines that her flowers will get squished. Fuck those flowers. I want my hug.

I joke, but honestly, a part of me really wants to say that to her for real. She quickly erupts in laughter, I love how melodious her laughter is, I don't want it to end #############

I asked. She nodded solemnly and I discovered that there was a lot she was not saying, " I don't think he loves me." She said. " His loss then. What's not to love about you? You're beautiful, smart, kind, a little weird." She chuckled, " Most importantly, you take care of your loved ones. You have so much love to give." " You are going to make me cry!" She exclaimed and wiped the imaginary tears out of her eyes. " I'm getting so emotional." She said and we laughed.

She was a good woman. “You should smile more; you look absolutely breathtaking when you smile.” she laughed. “I didn’t know you could be like this.” I chuckled happy to see her that way. she was mine. “Only for you, my love.”

I said softly, seeing that she wasn't planning to respond to my poetic set of words. Finally, she couldn't able to suppress her smile anymore as she leaned forward to me, hugging me close. Replicating her warmth, I too embraced her, placing a gentle kiss on her head. "I love you more." Those words were so repetitive. We never missed saying them every day but there was still this flutter in my stomach every time. I wouldn't get tired of saying that I love her and of course, making her feel that way. "C'mon, the creamy chicken quinoa and broccoli casserole of yours is already getting cold," I said, my tone was teasing.

She said all of a sudden. “I hate you too for leaving me here alone.” “At least you left me with the memory of your freckles! I am even drawing your face in my notebook!” “I hate you!” “Why? I love your freckles! I am so in love with them that I can’t forget them easily.” She said between chuckles. “I don’t know if you’re complimenting me or insulting me. I can’t see any difference.” I can’t help but chuckle, too. The way Sheira would laugh sometimes is too contagious.