Love Quotes From Great Gatsby 소설 & 이야기

12: damaged people attract damaged people. × Love- Love is crazy. Because there's hardly any difference. × Juliet Robert's crazy was coincidentally playing as he looked out of the bus with a fatigued smile. Both their excitement grew as he finally crossed into Zurich- 'Katharina'

To think otherwise was foolish. - I always do- I caressed her cheeks with my thumbs, causing her spectacular eyes to open-When it's all over, come back to me. -Isn't that a line from Dear John?- He held back his laughter. -I think it's from Atonement- I whispered, blushing. Only I could quote movie phrases in situations like these.

A quote, scrawled in his elegant hand: “To love is to recognize yourself in another.” I stared at it, my fingers brushing the paper like it was something fragile.

"I'm just a man standing in front of the woman I love, asking her to marry me." Serena blinked. "Did you just... quote Notting Hill?" Nathaniel shrugged. "Read somewhere, it's one of the most romantic lines of all time." Serena, "..." "Serena, you complete me," he added. After a second, and Serena still did not answer, he said, "This is the part where you say, 'you had me at hello.” Serena, "..."

Veronica's POV: 'Love is not what you do... Love is what you are... Love never tests you... it embraces you...' I swear that I must have heard this quote somewhere on I*******m a while ago... now I totally understand the meaning of it. I dropped my phone onto the mat beside me and started walking toward the waves, my steps unsteady, dizziness washing over me as a memory from my past rose uninvited in my mind. Chase was standing across from me, fury blazing in his eyes. On the table beside me lay a neatly folded stack of laundry.

she replied, the weight of gratitude and love echoing in her words. Hand in hand, they continued their journey through the garden, the crunch of gravel beneath their feet a soft cadence to their shared heartbeat. In the quiet moments between spoken words, a silent promise unfurled like the delicate petals of a flower. Their love, like the blooms surrounding them, would endure, resilient in the face of life's challenges.

Sadly I can't give them to her. I can't keep lying to myself and have to break up with Lexie later, but not at Natalie's wedding. Her hands around my biceps are the only thing keeping me from stealing the bride. "True love is so beautiful," Lexie whispers when the music starts playing. She even gives me a girlish smile. "Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. And I think Natalie is so lucky to have found the person she is meant to spend her life with."

There was not a day she didn't read it, not a day she didn't read one quote from the book to keep herself going. "Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. Women are so fond of using it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever." A quote from Lord Henry. Lucia sighed, Lord Henry was indeed a cynical character especially to the matters of love but was it a crime that she hoped her first love would be her last love that her it would last forever. Was it wrong that thinking about him and every little moment they shared made her skin quiver. Thinking about him gave her mixed emotions. It was so hard, extremely hard. They say time heals all wounds but

She could hear the shallowness of her breath as it stole prematurely from her lungs. "...I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away. Doesn't sound very exciting, does it? But it is..." His eyes never left Ashlyn's as he recited the rest of the quote from memory. His gaze was piercing, his voice hypnotizing. With parted lips, she swallowed.

“He was just the one idiot in the room who decided he couldn’t live with watching you be sold in it.” “Idiot,” I echo. She smiles, small and almost fond. “Love makes men stupid,” she says. “Even the smart, scary ones. Especially them.” The word love sits between us, heavy and obnoxious. I push my chair back, stand, and go to the window. From here, I can see a sliver of the drive, the tops of the cypress trees, a hint of sea. The internet’s question scrolls in my head like a neon marquee: