Notebook Love Quotes From The Movie Novels & Stories

The day was unveiling smoothly, and Charlotte enjoyed it to the fullest, having abandoned all her worries aside to enjoy his company. When dusk approached, they headed to the cinema to catch the evening screening of The Notebook which was showing in all theatres that weekend. The choice of the movie had been Charlotte’s idea as she enjoyed all the sappy and romantic things that the world had to offer. Terrence obliged without a fight as it was not the first time that he had to watch her cry over fictional characters. The hours went by quickly and soon, the movie credits were showing on the screen as the cinema lights went on. Charlotte had carried pocket tissues in her purse which were now a

“There are things I won’t tell you yet. Stories I’ll wait to share until you’re strong enough to hear them without carrying the weight. But know this, always. Love should never make you feel small.” “You don’t owe anyone silence. You are allowed to leave places that hurt you. I will stand behind you. Always. Even when you walk away from me. Even when you choose paths I don’t understand.” "That is what love is.” I closed the notebook slowly, I didn’t tear the pages out. I didn’t seal them in envelopes. I didn’t hide them. I just placed the notebook back in the drawer and stood up. Ryan looked up when I entered the hallway. His eyes searched my face the way they always did, checking for cracks

Harris rolled his eyes, I gave him an annoyed look, he had no idea it was him, and it bothered me so much, that I looked away from him. “what if he loves you the same way you love him?” he asked, I shrugged, “I guess you already know the answer to that, you’ve been reading from my notebook a lot” I said, rolling my eyes at him. “Those are just words…” he said, I shook my head, “No, they aren’t” I defended, “so you’re telling me that everything you wrote in that notebook is everything you literally feel?” he asked, his eyes were studying me for an answer.

“Sorry. I was in the zone.” She rolled her eyes as she took off her apron and hung it on the hook. “I’m almost done for tonight. Just as soon as we hand over the cake samples. That reminds me, would you be sleeping at your place or mine? I have a good bottle of wine and I know a damn good movie we could watch.” “The notebook?” “What?” her eyes widened in fake surprise, then she blue raspberries. I laughed, knowing Jules it was the notebook. We have seen that movie so many times I could recite some scenes. She loved that movie. Who could blame her? The notebook is a classic.

The Connel from Vienna was gone. “I loved you,” she whispered. He met her eyes. “You know your problem? That word you keep using- ‘love’, I'm certain you don't know the meaning. You've never felt what it's like to be loved so how do you know how to love?” Tori felt shattered. “They'll escort you out.” Connel said, leaving the guest lounge. His shoulder squared like a man who had certainly cleaned the house. Tori was gone. But peace was a lie.

Rose gasped and widened her eyes, and her heart skipped a beat before it started pounding like crazy. "If you don't leave, you'll die, and I won't let that happen. I'll distract them, and you take this notebook, count to ten after I leave, and run to your car. Don't look back, and don't trust anyone. No one. Do you understand?" I growled softly into her ear, and she nodded, shedding tears that fell onto my hand. I closed my eyes and inhaled her wonderful scent one last time before I took the notebook from my pocket and the notes I had taken out earlier and placed them in her hands before I put a short, tender kiss on her forehead and whispered, "I love you."

He goes very still. The kitchen is very quiet. Then he sets down the notebook. He looks at me. "Zoya," he says. "Yes," I say. "I love you," he says. "I have loved you since the morning you sat down at a table I was sitting at and looked at my contracts with the specific expression of someone who wanted to ask what I was working on but had decided not to." He pauses. "I was hoping you would ask." "You didn't make it easy," I say.

Sketchbook on the dresser with a note on top. I pick it up with shaking hands. Lila, Take whatever you need. The place is yours if you ever want it. I’m staying at the downtown office for now. I’m sorry I couldn’t fix this faster. I’m trying. I love you. – N The words blur. I love you. He wrote it plain, like it’s simple. Tears fall on the paper. I sit on the edge of the bed—the bed where he held me, touched me, made me feel like I was more than my mistakes.

Faye asks. He turns the notebook. He has written: Love is not enough if it requires not seeing. The table holds this for a moment. Irina looks at the notebook. "Yes," she says. "That is exactly right." She pauses. "You are fourteen years old and you are exactly right." "I read a lot," he says. "Clearly," she says.

Jay said, "There is. I will love you again and again in every lifetime." Angeline was stupefied. It turned out that he had interpreted 1L0v3y0u43v3r on a whole different level. Angeline punched in 1L0v3y0u43v3r as tears streamed down her face. Sure enough, the notebook was unlocked. Just like him, his neat and good-looking font stood out from the rest. Angeline wept as she flipped through the notebook. The more she read, the more she could feel a stabbing pain in her heart.