Quotes About Love Is Fake นิยาย & เรื่องราว

With Paul setting the tone, they share stories, laugh, and enjoy the meal Eliza has prepared. "You know," Mary Lou begins right after Paul had just told a joke and Eliza and Fay had both done their best to laugh convincingly, "love isn’t always what it’s cracked up to be." Paul looks taken aback, his smile faltering. "What do you mean?" Mary Lou’s eyes flash with a mix of anger and sadness. "People pretend to care about you, pretend to be your friend, your partner, but it’s all a lie. They’re only looking out for themselves."

"I agree. But that doesn't mean it is fake, it is just rare." I roll my eyes. "It doesn't exist, period. Look at the divorce rates." "So, what is that mysterious feeling that people rave about?" He asks with his eyes twinkling, obviously enjoying himself. "Attraction. Lust. Hormones," I list out off my fingers, "I admit to feeling them sometimes. It is a surefire way to make sure our species doesn't die off. Humans are incapable of love." "So," James drawls, "if love isn't real, what should people say instead of 'I love you'?"

"That guy said that he loves you?" Getting that detailed question, Amber's smile turned stiff. "No, he didn't say it directly." A second later, the joy warmed her cheeks again. “But he said he couldn't imagine life without me. Isn't that proof enough?" "So he didn't say 'I love you'?" Sebastian inquired sarcastically. Once again, the woman's expression froze. "Is there something wrong?" The man across the phone suddenly laughed at his friend's stupidity. “Hey, Amber, has your brain been paralyzed by him? Don't trust too much! Men have a lot of sense to get women. He could fake love."

he easily replied, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Well, you couldn't be more wrong. Love is such a fundamental aspect of human experience," I countered, attempting to shift his perspective, but it seemed impossible. "How can I be wrong about that? Love? Pfff... It's nowhere near the line that separates reality from fantasies. Love exists on the side where people's fantasies reside. It's merely a construct that tricks us into thinking we have deep feelings for someone or something.

Clasping her cup in both hands, Nora looks at it affectionately. “Glad I could do something right.” “You do lots of things right. That’s why I’m so glad to have you back. Wish it were under better circumstances, but you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” They talked over the weekend so she would know to expect her back at the office, and she spilled her guts to her more fully than Monica did with Claire. Nora knows everything. “You did. I’m sorry I didn’t listen,” Monica admits. “I’m not. It sucks, I know it does, but what’s that saying . . . it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all?” “Right now, I disagree vehemently with that and would gladly tear Tennyson a new one fo

Matt put my hair behind my ear and looked at me directly into my eyes. "Yeah?" His body was so near, making me drunk at his woody scent, in his warmth. "I was not honest with you. I lied when I said I loved you." My mind was confused. His body said something while his mouth was telling the opposite. "I don't think love is a correct word for what I feel for you. I fell in love with you in that café when you pretended I was a crybaby about to be dumped. But this feeling has turned into more. So much more." his voice was hoarse, and he was holding my face with his hands. "People say they love pie. How can I use the same verb for you?"

If I ignored her only post on Facebook, I might really believe she was totally innocent. ‘I've found the man I want to spend my life with. I hope you have too.’ It was a chat screenshot. The person she chatted with had a familiar blue wave avatar. He: [Do you refuse to come home because of me?] She: [He loved me a lot.] He: [Then what am I in your heart?} It was the day before New Year's Eve four years ago. Reading that, I suddenly laughed. It turned out that I was just a tool he used to force Scarlett to come back from the very beginning.

She replied. "What do you mean by that?" "I do not believe in love. It is a fantasy we tell kids because they are gullible. In the real world, love is just a term people use to manipulate those others." She took her glass of water and drank it. He was shocked by her reply, no lady had ever told him that, all the ladies he knew romanticized the idea of love. She sounded so cynical. "So, what do you believe in?" "Am I supposed to say Jesus or destiny?"

"But seriously, there's someone out there who definitely loves you despite your short comings. Look at those girls you're teaching at the university. There should be at least one, who doesn't want to express her love to you because she believes you'll think she's still a kid who doesn't know what she's saying, she's probably afraid you're into girls with bigger boobs and booties" "All I want is for a real woman to love me not those fake desperate girls who don't know how love works" he said. "Anyone can fall in love, it doesn't matter whether or not they're desperate. What matters is how genuine their heart is" I say. "Well I don't want a fake falling in love with me, that's such a big turn

Silence dragged, and then he asked, “Are you going to tell me why you were sitting alone? Crying?” I didn’t want to answer. Yet, I stared blankly at the pink ice cream. “Have you ever loved someone you can’t have?” Zane arched his brow. I laughed a little, dry and cracked. “I forgot, you are handsome and rich, definitely anyone you love would love you back.” He leaned against the counter, his face wasn’t that close, yet it felt closer than it should have. “Love is overrated,” Zane said, his voice serious. “Just stupid chemicals playing tricks on your brain.”