Opposite Of Love Is Indifference Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Excuse me?" "I know that my mother had wronged you, but isn't that you're being too petty to me who had nothing to do with that? Have you ever heard that the opposite of love isn't hate but indifference? If you really don't care about my mother, you won't hold this much resentment in your heart. It's only the people you care about who are capable of hurting your feelings the most." I insisted. "Your Majesty, there's a thin line between love and hate. Make up your mind." He glared at me.

KitKat sarcastically, also a little ridiculous. "Ban, what is love?" "Love in my eyes, which is to let the other side understand me, is also a kind of indescribable tenderness, isn't it? Deeply imprinted on the heart and into the bones and marrow, even without saying a word, even if it's thousands of trees away from me? So, hearts are still together, never apart."

Camellia blinked, disbelief twisting her face. “What?” “She’s been sending money every month,” Amy continued. “Not because she wanted to spy or interfere, but because she felt guilty. She told me she just wanted you to be okay.” Camellia’s knees weakened. She sank slowly onto the edge of the bed, shaking her head in disbelief. “So all this time, I’ve been living off my sister’s pity?” “It wasn’t pity,” Amy said, voice trembling. “It was love, Cami.” “Love?” Camellia laughed bitterly. “Lucia doesn’t know what that word means. If she did, she wouldn’t have turned her back on me when I needed her most!”

"Of course I do, you're my sister." "Not love. Love." "I don't think so," I said, after some consideration. To be honest it wasn't all that clear cut. Love isn't a switch that's either on or off. There are all sorts of in-between spots we don't have words for. I didn't feel about Betsy what I thought love would feel like (I wasn't naive enough to think I'd ever been in love with any of my previous girlfriends), so I figured I was probably OK saying 'no.'

“Dearly beloved Charles, I have waited for you for a long time, and I am now tired. I gave you my love, my all love in true wedlock. I offered you my assistance in anything that concerns the task of a true wife in a good coordinated wedlock. I refused any man’s company after I gave you the vows of love. But, now, I am so weakened by your acts of indifference toward our everlasting vows. I am paralyzed and dejected by your sinful apprehension, which your ills and amoral characters disdained our status. I am so terror-struck that I have not comprehended or hardly could give answers to what your proper plans were about me. I have in these many months of your absence from me dreaded of your inte

She knew that I could kill her, but she always said things that would challenge me. "Is that all? Someone who will treat you well and you'll love?" "And what else should it be?" "I don't know, many things. For example, money, power." She smirked. "You have money and power now, do you think I'm happy?" Her words made me quiet. She wasn't saying this to anger me; she was genuinely asking. Damn, I don't even know why I started this conversation. "No." She smiled at me. "See? You can't buy love with money or power. When someone loves another, they respect them, treat them well, and trust them. That's love. I want to be happy."

"Did you come all the way here just to lecture me?" "It's just that… You said you care about him, but have you put money where your mouth is? You don't even act like you care. All of his gifts make it irrefutable: he loves you," she replied. "Do you know just how much he's changed for you? He's not even like himself anymore."

He didn't like the idea of Mihir marrying Mishty. Everyone is baffled by the word Love. Mihir bites his cheeks not to bash at his dumb friend. "It's a dove. I asked you to buy a dove. It's not love." Mihir convinced the statement while everyone sighed in relief. "Fine. You are not coming right?" Sid asked in last to which Mihir nodes negatively. "I won't go until you come. You continue drinking coffee from an empty cup." Sid pouted sweetly. "What's bothering you, Sid? Is there anything I would want to know?" Mihir asked calmly and Sid has no answer to it. He doesn't know why he is angry.

Why call her anything else when she has a name so beautiful? Every day I find myself more in love in with her. Every day that passes by draws me closer to her. Over the last so many days that we have been talking, I have been meaning to ask her what I mean to her, if I do mean anything at all. I want to ask her whether she sees me as a potential boyfriend, but I will not, because I don’t believe in the terms ‘boyfriend’ and ‘girlfriend’. These terms are too frivolous and are just used to introduce people. I believe more in the word ‘soulmate’. It makes so much sense. When you’re in love, it’s meant for life, isn’t it? If not, then what defines love? A cup of coffee shared together? A drink?

Maybe even understanding. “Pity,” he repeated. I nodded. “I can stand anger. I can stand indifference. But pity? It makes you small. Makes you feel like you’ve already lost before you’ve even had a chance to fight.” I glanced at him, his eyes hadn’t softened — but something inside them shifted. The man everyone said was cold, ruthless, untouchable… he looked at me like he knew exactly what I meant. “I understand,” he said quietly. “No one here would ever dare pity you.”