Love Quotes From Great Gatsby Novels & Stories

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.

"It's an honor to love you. To love you is to know you and I do want to know you." "Is that another quote from one of your books?" She felt him smile against her hair. "I think I saw that one on social media." She chuckled and closed her eyes, soaking in his warmth.

Lysandra, her gaze lingering on Sasha and Alec, replied with a soft sigh, "Makes you envious, more like. Such a connection, especially now, is rare." Nebula, her voice echoing a million stars, remarked, "In the vast tapestry of the universe, love is the golden thread that makes everything else meaningful. It's a force even the cosmos can't ignore." Maris, her eyes twinkling like deep-sea treasures, added, "Love is like water, it finds its way, even in the most arid landscapes, bringing life and hope." Alec, drawing Sasha into a more secluded part of the Haven, whispered, "Every second feels like an eternity when I'm not with you. But these stolen moments? They're like fleeting comets, brilli

XXX "Against all odds, you fell in love when you thought you never would" XXX "Six billion people in the world and somehow they found love with each other" XXX "Don't you think that maybe fate is trying to tell you something?" XXX "But I'm fighting for her, Captain ... I'm fighting to keep her reputation intact from hers" XXX "But I'm not you, Jane. I don't have your attitude about what people think and say about me. What kind of leader would I be if I didn't?" XXX "I'm sorry, but I love Gabriela too much for her to settle for less than the best and I know I'm not"

Why had I been so obsessed with someone who clearly did not love me? I mulled it over on our drive to the shooting range. I’d always seen love as something I had to earn. It was like the Groucho Marx quote, “I wouldn’t want to belong to a club that would have me as a member.” If a man was in love with me… well, obviously he had terrible taste. And he probably couldn’t do any better.

The words run out my mouth before I can stop myself. Sometimes I wonder how I've survived all these years with a mouth as big as mine. "Miss Snowfall?" "I'm sorry, I didn't mean—." I begin to apologize, but he cut me off. "You're right it sucks, but it a decision only the brave can make." I remember his quote from the book A Little Of Everything, but it seems he kind of mixed the whole thing. So I ask, "Isn't love the decision only the brave can make?" He stands up and straightens his suit, then moves to my seat. "Well, Ms Snowfall love is a luxury that's people like me can't afford." He tells me and stretches his hand towards me, I take it and together we exit the room.

“That was luck, not a lifestyle.” “Call it whatever you want,” she shrugs. “It still worked.” I sigh, dragging a hand through my hair. “Vera, you love clubbing more than you love me,” I say dryly. She gasps dramatically. “Excuse me?” “I’m serious,” I continue, shaking my head. “More than your own life, even.” She places a hand on her chest like I’ve just insulted her entire existence. “Wow. The disrespect,” she mutters, then points at me again. “And for your information, I’m doing this for you.”

"You already drank my love. Can you really say no to me?" A long pause. "Those aren't your words," Elias said. Liora blinked. "What?" "The first part. That's Shakespeare." Her mouth opened. Then closed. "Sonnet 116," he added, almost bored. "I — yes. Okay. Fine. But the second part was mine." "The goblet line." "Yes." "It wasn't very good." Liora stared at him. "Even Shakespeare," she said finally, with as much dignity as she had left, which was not much, "would bless us."

"There is nothing on earth more beautiful to me than your smile...no sound sweeter than your laughter...no pleasure greater than holding you in my arms. I realized today that I could never live without you, the stubborn little hellion that you are. In this life and the next, you're my only hope of happiness. Tell me, Lillian, dearest love...how can you have reached so far inside my heart?" -Lisa Kleypas "Oooh! I can't wait!" shrieked Liya stepping out of the car.