Notebook Love Quotes From The Movie の小説・ストーリー

Taking another sip of it before looking at the huge screen, Niko played the movie, resting his back on the chair before taking Reyna’s head and placing it on her chest, his hand worked its way into her hair, massaging her scalp softly. “It’s kind of a love movie, just see it as our movie day that we didn’t do that day,” Niko said to her. “Hmm.” Reyna hummed faintly. Patting her slowly, the both of them focus went on the movie, Reyna’s mind drifting out of her situation as she sipped her wine slowly with her eyes on the television. ***********************

' Naitee tried to link words but gave up at the end when nothing made sense to her. " How come I know? It would be wise if we play safe. This person sounds odd " Naitee explained in annoyance and opened the note. " Good morning my love. I hope my love liked the roses and the present. I can't be with you, beside you right now so, don't be upset. I hope the soft toy will fill my place for a while until we meet again " Naitee read the note and her hand trembled while getting goosebumps.

"Love looks not with ideas, was our favorite quote from the play. Every time we were sad, we would say this to each other because it brought back memories of us having fun down by the waterfall." I can feel the tears welling in my eyes, but I can't cry in front of him, "The day you left for New York, you said this to me, wiping away my tears, and promised you would see me again soon. But that wasn't the case. I waited for you, and every time I felt sad, I would whisper the quote to myself and it would put a smile on my face." "Sabrina, I'm so sorry," Atlas mumbles, "I didn't mean for you to find out this way."

It wouldn't be too long before Deza or Frank showed up and make me shower and get back on set, but until they did, I'd do what the fuck I'd been doing every day for the last few weeks. I'd watch sappy love stories, eat until I was sick and cry because I was by myself and could. "Which one are we watching today?" I set the box of cereal down and knelt in front of my flat screen TV, looking for the remote. I found it and dropped back on my ass. The Notebook came up, and I let out a sound of appreciation. Nothing like Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams to fuck up my three-day no-tears streak. They were good at it. Any cute girl or heartbroken man knew that.

"I'm impressed." "I want all of you, forever, you and me, everyday." He said, his voice blending with the cold quiet night. "The Notebook." I smiled and nodded. "God, I love that book." "As do I." He smiled back at me. "Okay, um," I pondered. "True love stories never have endings." He thought for a while, "I don't think I know that one." "Richard Bach." I informed him. "Smart guy." He smirked. "Couldn't agree more with him."

That was what was captured on screen. “You guys look so adorable; you’d make such a cute couple.” “You love chaos, don't you?” Dante asked, smirking. “I live for drama, Dante McCollin,” Claire replied. More pictures of Tony and I flooded the screen. The whispers got louder, but no one was really saying anything that hinted that they suspected we were into each other. “Oh, a love letter!” Claire shouted. “I love love letters.” On the screen was a note that seemed to have been torn to shreds but some how managed to be taped back together. The words were all wrinkly and almost impossible to see, but everyone could tell what was written in it.

I know, I am a coward to agree to stand with her. It’s just, I need to do what she wants to that she can let me be. I promise that’s all there is to it. I am very sorry. Please hold on for me, take care of yourself too. I miss you and I love you very much. (I never knew I could write such a heartfelt note but when it comes to you, things are so easy. That’s how I know that we are meant to be.) Love, Your Atlas.

The version where I'm someone you can count on instead of someone you have to count for. I love you more than I know how to say without sounding like an idiot so I'm going to show it instead. Watch me. I'll earn it. I swear I'll earn it. Love, Lys.” I read it back once. Then I folded it in half and in half again and shoved it between the back pages of the notebook where it would stay until I either burned it or got brave enough to give it to her. Fifty fifty on which one happened first. I looked back at the training ground.

" She's Nora's Zumba teacher." " No doubt Shawn want's to stay in this room," Rob remarked. " What do you mean?" Noah asked, surprised. " Look what I found inside Shawn's book." Rob showed them a picture of Mia. In the photo, they could see the words written 'Shawn loves Mia' with hearts all over it in red ink. " That's so cheesy," Jay remarked. " I think it's cute," Noah said with a smile. Now that he was in love, he felt everything related to love was beautiful. He could totally imagine himself doing the same with Aiden's picture. " But Mia never said anything about having a boyfriend."

He froze. “What is it?” Lucas asked. Elias tilted the notebook so he could see. Words scrawled in his slanted script, a dated entry from years ago: I don’t know how to love him right, but I don’t know how to stop either. Lucas swallowed hard. He hadn’t remembered that notebook was even here. Elias’s voice was quieter now. “I wrote this?” “Yeah.” He set it down gently, like it might break. “It feels like someone else’s thoughts. But I know they’re mine.”