Quotes Cinta Dalam Diam Novels & Stories

They whispered sweet nothings to each other, their voices soft and filled with affection. Time seemed to stand still as they shared intimate moments, their hearts beating in sync with the rhythm of the crackling fire. The meadow embraced them, offering a sanctuary of peace and tranquility. The night sky, adorned with countless stars, bore witness to their love, its vastness reflecting the depth of their connection.

Emile called out in a soft voice, her lips curling up in a sweet smile, brightening her entire aura; all her grievance melted with his promise…she knew her husband never spoke for verbality. “Um” Chris hummed in a low coaxing voice; his aura too brightened, dissipating the cold, gloomy aura around him…. a simple address from her, calmed his restless soul like magic. At this moment, silence entwined with each other’s calm breathing, seemed to be healing the undue grievance suffered by the two souls who loved each other deeply. “Hubby….” Emile called again, her voice filled with grievance, with the tenderness of a young girl in love.

All non-stories are this. Appearing as silence. Only this. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The story that is. The silence that is. Only this. The final word is not spoken. Because there is no mouth. The final silence is not heard. Because there is no ear. The final understanding is not thought. Because there is no mind. The final peace is not felt. Because there is no heart. Only this. The light that is. The love that is.

And as she lay in the dark, the phone glowing in her hands, she whispered into the quiet: “I love you, Daniel.” But she didn’t send it. Because some loves don’t speak in words. They speak in silence. And hope.

When Elora and Caspian’s eyes met, Caspian moved his lips, formed three words, and spoke them silently. “I love you.” *

Would you like? Debbie to Abby; ‘Absolutely that’s what I need nowadays. Just please give me one hour for my system to be ready. Abby replied: ‘You want me to go out? Debbie, ‘Nope, stay here. I know that you’re doing your work while waiting for me. Debbie sat beside Abby in the sofa. ‘Just relax Abby. I will not do anything that will put you in trouble. Unless, we’ll both agree to do something naughty, Debbie smile and winks at her. ‘Uh, let me get something, just give me a minute. Abby went to her room and took the Ukulele. ‘I want to dedicate this song for you. I hope you will like it.’ Abby begin playing the instrument and sing “Just the Way You Are.”

“Sugar Aquarius Minarto... Here I’m Evania Luqman vow to love you, to adore you immensely truly, deeply and sincerely. I vow to always be right next to you when you’re happy, when you’re sad, when you’re at the bottom of your life, when you’re at the top of your life. I vow to accompany you to walk through this path of our lives, love, as well as togetherness. I vow to stay right beside you, going through every heat and rain, passing through every spring, summer, autumn, and winter, until the final full-stop waiting for both of us at the end of this path.”

Love is sweet, yet more as fresh fruit than candy or confectionery. Love is colourful, yet more as summer blooms than the neon lights of frenetic city streets. Love is steady and forgiving, yet more as the wise mother than the servant in chains. Love hears and speaks with the wisdom of the heart, with a sense of the soul of the other. In love we have our "forever home" If you haven't prayed your Salah please pray this book can wait but your salah can't

" It's not just a word to me; it's a promise between my heart and soul. I'm certain that even a thousand years from now, my feelings for you will remain unchanged. You're the only one I can love, the only one I need, the only one for me. How can I express the depth of my emotions? How can I show you that you've occupied a space in my mind meant only for my thoughts, that I can't think of anything else but you?" Those were the exact words and even more that I told her, I really didn't know I had that many words in me, as soon as I opened my mouth, it seemed kike my heart and mind all materializes into words gushing out via my mouth. And now Cynthia just sat there looking at me. I bent down an

The observation hung between them, raw and unspoken. Clarisse plucked a slim volume from the shelf—Sappho’s fragments, its cover worn soft by time. "My favorite," she said, tracing the spine with that finger. "She wrote about love in broken pieces. Like us." She didn’t look at Amara, but her words landed like stones in still water. Like us. Amara reached for a book on her own—Machiavelli’s The Prince, the Italian edition she’d read on the jet. Her fingers brushed the scar on her wrist as she opened it, the silver line catching the dim light.