Quote From The Notebook What Do You Want Mga Nobela at Kwento

He was gonna turn her ass crimson. ”I’ll send you their location later when you’ve calmed down-” Romero crushed the phone in his fist and threw it in the trash bin beside his desk. Fuck later. He would find her right now. __________________________________________________________ ‘Do you think our love can make miracles?’ ‘I do.’ Anateya giggled as she simultaneously chimed in with Diana, repeating their favorite line from ‘The Notebook’ word for word. People turned and glared in their direction, making them giggle even more.

She looked at me. Her words made me speechless. How can I answer her when I haven't found it yet? He was there. He didn't meet her. Is it because of the spat between us? Sometimes this little girl makes me feel speechless. "Well, Keep that tab. Don't know what kind of books you read!" I tried to get the tab from her hands but she pulled it back. "It's the notebook" She pouted. "It's Ipad" I corrected her. "No no, the book's name is The Notebook. Ryan Gosling is in the film. I like him"

"That is why I am giving it to you. For now." "Huh?" "The words written in that notebook are all things I had to learn for the past years. If you really want to pursue your dream to be a movie director like me, that notebook will help you a lot. Just like what you had said, that notebook is precious to me. So once you achieve your dream job, you should return it to me. Got it?" "Director..." "Rhianne, this is an agreement between the two of us. You are not allowed to return that notebook to me until you become a full-fledged movie director who achieves a lot of recognition and awards. As your very first teacher, you should make me so proud of you."

And still I barely look passable when he looked like that. Not. Fair. "Well." I stirred the mug, diverting my gaze to the view in front again. "It didn't take you long after Taylor put that stupid movie." Rubbing his eyes, Nate gave me a taunting smirk. "Aren't you girls supposed to love the Notebook?" I snorted. "Once you've seen it every Friday for the last couple years you kinda grow tired of it." "Damn." "Yep. We even have noted down which minutes are the ones that broke her apart, so we had the paper towels ready."

What else can I wish for? He remembered the journal he found earlier that day, took it from his basket, and stared at it for quite a while. He thought to himself, “What if I’m invading this owner’s privacy?” He decided to look at the remaining pages of the notebook. He sat on the chair comfortably. “I’ll just check it out to find who the owner is and return this to her, or make use of the remaining empty pages,” he whispered to himself.

“What do you want to know about it and can I get some water. My mouth tastes like I ate a mouthful of used cat litter.” “Of course,” he says, standing and going over to knock on the door. The door cracks open slightly and he speaks with someone in a hushed voice. The door closes and Lyles returns to the chair. “While we wait on that water, let’s begin. What made you start writing the notebook?” “Was trying to get a fresh perspective on my studies. A little role play and all that,” I lie. “Roleplay?” he repeats and it’s obvious he doesn’t believe me.

"Am I right? Not only do you want my mother's notebook, but you also want what Nathaniel has, right?" "Mango's words caused Queena to be slightly taken aback. However, Kolton smiled and said, ""Mango, you are a brilliant child, but sometimes it's not good to be too smart."""

I had not planned for this version. "The notebook," I said carefully. "You have everything in it. Every call, every contact, every number. You do not need me. Shooting me accomplishes nothing that the notebook does not already accomplish." "I know," Davina replied. "Then what do you want?" She took one step forward. The barrel stayed exactly where it was.

I guess I'm dreaming. Maybe he wants you to accept that he's sexy? If you want that Mr. playjerk then I'm telling you that is not going to happen. Keep telling yourself that. I mentally slapped my inner voice. I need to focus, I need to ask him about his notebook. "Cole give me your notebook so that I can write all the formulas which we're going to use." "Notebook?" "Yeah, a small book with blank or ruled pages for writing notes, got it?"

Opened the notebook. Kept going.