Novel & Cerita Love Quotes From Great Gatsby

Children ran past her with paper boats, their laughter echoing through the narrow lanes. An old woman hummed outside her flower stall. And the world for once felt like it wasn’t asking her to prove anything. She passed the bookstore where Liam once bought her poetry collections. The display window had changed a new release stood in the center titled “The Long Way Home.” She smiled at the coincidence. Inside, she flipped through the first few pages, and her eyes caught on a quote: “Forgiveness isn’t the end of love it’s the transformation of it.”

I can hear the doubt in the spaces between her words. Scarlett picks up a balloon and lets it go. It drifts sadly toward the ceiling. “He looked at you like you were nothing,” she says quietly. “Like this whole thing…” she gestures at the cake, the candles, the carefully wrapped gifts “was pathetic. And I’m sorry, but that’s not love. That’s not even respect. That’s cruelty.” The word lands hard. I wrap my arms around myself, but I can’t get warm. “He never talks about his birthday,” I whisper. “Maybe…”

“Love is worth more than any money he could possibly give me.” Oh God.

Gatsby jumped onto a chair and onto the counter, rubbing his body along one of my arms. "Hey, boy. What do you think of all this?" I set him on the ground. The guys were still occupied with dresses - well, probably the models inside the dresses - and I smiled. "I love you guys," I blurted. They looked over, each with various shades of amused expressions. I laughed, mortified by my sudden outburst. "Love you too, Snow," Bart and Heathcliff returned. Gabe gave me a curious look. Dorian came over, and stage whispered as he tugged on my scarf: "Love you, too."

Katherine POV "How do I love thee?" I said quoting from the famous poem of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. It was high school literature when I was first introduced to the poem, but it was only now that I fully comprehended its meaning. I can enumerate the many ways I love Lucas Sanders. But that would take us to a lifetime and beyond and would be unfitting for this setting. Besides, Lucas is already crying buckets. He'll be dehydrated if I prolong this moment, I thought cheekily to myself.

Leo supposes Wen-ge is just that good at hiding things, at playing. "I love you, baobao. So much," "Ge!!!!" Leo closed his eyes. Tears streaming down his face. He didn't know how long he's been crying over this, how long he's been sobbing and screaming until his throat had felt so raw he thinks it's bleeding inside, but he couldn't tell for sure if it's just the tears he was tasting or if it's really blood. Where's the love Wen-ge is speaking of now? Where is he lacking that his boyfriend found in Song Joo?

~ Helena ~ I finally finished all the work at 6.10 p.m. Stacy had already finished her work too. So, we were about to go home together and used the bus as our transportation. I took my bouquet. My smile bloomed since Ethan was thoughtful and caring to send the flower. My smile was wider as my mind recalled he sent the rose since the color reminded him of my lips. I touched my lips with my pointer finger and smiled. “It is said not to advise those who fall in love. The quote is true.”

I reluctantly opened the letter as both of them literally pushed their heads inside my locker to read it. "Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret." Maybe this is why I want to be your secret and admire you from afar. The distance is bearable as long as you smile while reading these little messages. Have a good day Dear Astraea. ~Secret Admirer. "The Lover's Watch by Aphra Behn." Miranda spoke quietly. "What ?" "The quote is from that book Emily." I explained. "Classic quotes on each love letter. He is a nerd like you Rae." Emily patted my shoulder, feigning sympathy for me.

[Do I smell good to you, my sweet mate? “Sol, et omnia sidera, et movens in corde, et in tuo.” [The love that moves the sun and all the stars, and moves in my heart, and in yours.] Caspian laughed, shaking his head. “You dare quote me Dante’s Inferno?” Shrugging, I took his face in my hands, pulling him down. “A teacher once moved me enough to find meaning in his words.” “Must have been a very good teacher.”

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone. ~ Jane Austen, Love and Friendship. There could have been no two hearts so open, no tastes so similar, no feelings so in unison. ~ Jane Austen, Persuasion. Violet He tasted like mine and yet he wasn’t. I didn’t know how that could be possible but it was and if all I could ever have of him was this connection between us then it’ll be what I’ll have.