Notebook Love Quotes From The Movie Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"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, "..."

And all. She loves L. Period. No questions asked. Patrice Kwon: Whatever, Death Note. I’m sleepy. I’m logging out. You should sleep too! Good night! I love you. :* The Handsome L: Okay. See me in your dreams, Karate Kid. Good night! I miss you. I love you more. :* >:D< Patrice shook her head at L’s emoticons. Sometimes, she thinks he is the girl between the two of them. He just uses excessive emoticons.

"I love you, my Nicholas Adams." *** THE END ***

Chapter 0005 SAFE HAVEN ELENA Ryan’s words haunted me. His note. His text. His voice. "I love you, Elena." They replayed in my mind like a song stuck on repeat, taunting me as I sat behind my desk, staring blankly at the ceiling. It was absurd. A college student in love with his professor? The very idea made me scoff. I let out a bitter chuckle, shaking my head. What a ridiculous notion.

I finished. She laughed. “Gotcha, babe. The Notebook it is.” “The Notebook?” I questioned as she started the movie. “Get your tissues ready, Rebecca. You’re going to love this.” *** I woke up from a kiss behind my ear. The ticklish feeling brought me back from my deep slumber, and I let out a yawn. I moaned, stretching out as the sunlight shone brightly behind my closed eyes. I could feel its warmth bathing my face, and I smiled.

Clarisse: "Mr. Thompson… I love him. I didn't know how much until it was nearly too late. But I swear to you, with all that I am, I won't let him fail me again. I'll fight for him. For us." Leila's knitting needles came to a halt. She glanced up, her wise eyes growing soft as she smiled softly. Leila: "Love can be about timing, sometimes. Perhaps yours was just. late." Eliana clapped her hands together, bouncing up and down on her heels. Eliana: "That's right! And really, look at them—they're radiating. If this is not love, I have no idea what is." Sabrina had been mute until this moment, staring at her son. At last, she got up and moved towards him, her hand slipping against his cheek.

The one I stopped mentioning years ago. "You hated this movie," I say, surprised when I see the title screen. "I hate that I made you stop watching movies you loved." He settles on the couch, leaving space between us but not too much. "Your turn to pick tomorrow." Day ten: Day 10. Double digits. You're painting again. I'm home for dinner. Maybe we're both healing. - D I read the note three times. Run my fingers over his handwriting, the way he presses hard on the downstrokes. Tuck it away with the others.

I could hear a lady trying to suppress her moans, but she couldn't help herself due to her partner's movement. Henry gently kissed Nina's eyebrow and said in a passionate tone, "You look so beautiful, Nina." In the next moment, as if he could sense my gaze, Henry snickered, "I didn't know you were into voyeurism, Julia. I'd have kept you around whenever we were making love if I had known." Nina shrieked and hid herself in Henry's arms. She said frantically, "Julia, why didn't you make a sound after waking up?! Tell her to go back inside, Henry!"

He just cooked, humming softly to himself, as if being good at everything wasn’t a sin against humanity. Afterward, we talked about nothing, about everything: music, childhood, films we both hated. He’d even teased me for crying during the ending of The Notebook, which I totally didn’t, even though I absolutely did. We lounged on the couch side by side, comforted by the other’s presence. Just two people trying to remember what love felt like. Now the light had faded and the rain had arrived. We hadn’t turned on the TV or the fireplace. We just existed, silent and suspended in this moment that didn’t feel quite real.