Love Quotes From Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

He choked. "Then why do you feel odd when I show my love towards you? Why can't you believe that I love you too in the same way? All this question of who deserves what... it doesn't make any sense. When we love someone, we love them with all their flaws and all their virtues. Please don't say such things again." Damini looked away from him and sucked on her lower lip, trying to control her tears.

she asked softly. "I'm curious about the true meaning of love. Aunt said that Max loves me. However, I doubt that. Is it possible that our understanding of love is different?” Minnie thought for a moment. After a brief silent, she returned the gaze of the young woman. “Love is like a pearl. When we watch it from a certain angle, the sparkle will look different. Even so, it is still the same pearl. Beautiful and precious.” Gabriella was stunned to digest the meaning. As soon as she understood, the corners of her lips lifted lightly. "That's a very beautiful analogy, Auntie."

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

It's like something that just rusts and is just thrown away like garbage. "Life without love is no life at all," a saying I just remembered in a novel I once read. Hopefully, Amore’s wishes will succeed and she will also succeed in being happy in the company of those she loves. It's not ending yet so more revenge and love are coming ...

I kept my voice firm. "In love, there is." She added, determined. "Love is most overused concept in life." A humourless laugh escaped from my lips. "Why are you so against love?" Her temper flared. That remark earned her a chilling look. "Have you ever been in love?" I questioned her. "I..." She appeared nervous. It's a horrible feeling. It makes you so vulnerable. " I closed my eyes, remembering the quote she once recited to me by Neil Gaiman. I thought about all the times we spent together.

She asked motioning to the line I had offered as she turned to face me. "That love is beautiful, no matter who or what you love," I replied softly looking at the dirt trail before me, since the people in this town travelled by carriages, there weren't any roads to- "There are a lot of those in the book, just one line across the page with no context," "That's because I had that book made, I took my favourite quotes and placed them together," I confessed "So what's the story behind your quote?" She asked and I smiled nervously as I glanced over to her clearing my throat before saying.

"Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." ~~Alfred Lord Tennyson Asher I was sitting in my office and started checking files,meetings,presentations and responding to some important emails to drift off my mind from the displeasuring morning incident but a part of mine didn't stop stumbling over Grandpa's wish. "Sir are you okay?"Amy,my personal secretary snapped her fingers in front of my eyes which brought me back in the reality.

[I am back… I remember saying that I would want to see lots of comments in my story but I found only two new people commenting which is kind of sad. But still, I am not going to lose hope. I have a positive feeling that today or tomorrow I am going to get them all from you all as your love for my story. Till then I will be showering you all with my updates. Tons and tons of love my Mayalu] “Love is not love unless you forget the world!” #copied

My fingertips touched the worn covers, the yellowed pages, the notes he had written in the margins in his slanted handwriting. “Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.” Romeo and Juliet. I opened the book exactly to the page of the quote, as if my hands knew the way. I knew that passage by heart. How many times had we read it together, lying in bed, his head in my lap while I recited Shakespeare and he closed his eyes, a smile on his lips? “Ma’am?” One of the men approached, his voice hesitant. He was young, maybe twenty-something, and looked at me with a mixture of pity and discomfort. “Are you all right?”

With sadness, Romeo says goodbye to the little retreat. Baltazar's men were to take all the belongings back to the house, and they just had to leave as they arrived. - You made me happy from the first moment, but this week, you made me forget all the hatred and rivalries. – turning to the man he loves who had their son on his lap, he says with moist eyes – this week was worth a lifetime. I've never been as happy as I am with you, and you've never made me as happy as by having this idea. I will never tire of saying that I love you, even if it seems "too gay" for you.