Quotes Of Impossible Love Novels & Stories

Soul twisted to push him away. “A sane man would apologise for every thing I’ve done to you, hell I made you go through,” Xerxes said after a painful long moment. His finger lightly brushing over the bone of my cheek. I could feel his intense and heavy gaze on my face. “But I am not a sane man, sweetheart. I am selfish, arrogant, possessive, that I don’t even know what I’ll do if I ever lose you.” There's a reason love was invisible, undetectable with anything but our minds. We weren’t evolved enough to be trusted with it. We'd try to engineer it, alter it, use it, weaponize it. Weren’t there always great reasons to do immoral acts? Or were they excuses to allow us to follow our more basic d

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Anastasia, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flawless and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Sebastian?"

Brianna’s words echoed in my head, causing me to vigorously pop the bottle cap open and take a furious gulp. “Can’t you see the wide gap between us?” Her voice seared me more, growing even harsher in my head. I took two more big sips, and then another, the tequila bottle now half-empty. “Our love is impossible… It’s forbidden. So don’t tell me you love me. Never say that!” I was losing control, my head spinning. I sniffled, ran my fingers through my hair, and took another sip, choking and coughing it out.

After Yvette's grandmother's death, her grandfather had never smiled again. Yvette had once asked her grandfather why he had been willing to take care of her grandmother for so many years without complaint. Her grandfather had said, "When you meet someone as magnificent as a rainbow and everyone else pales in comparison, you'll understand." Her grandfather had also passed away less than a year later. Since then, Yvette had believed in true love. She had believed that she would meet someone like her grandfather—someone who would love her and take care of her wholeheartedly.

He continued like a broken robot and whispered next to my ear, "I didn't want to run away with you. All I wanted to do is kill you, so I could lift the imprint and be set free. Then, I might be able to bring my brother back to life..." His voice was soft but steady, like a string of nails being punched into my broken heart. "I don't believe it. How's that possible..." I looked at him in tears and whispered. All the scenes that we had been through flashed in front of my eyes, which made me overwhelmed with dazzle and pain. He looked at me and said in a plain voice, "They're only unforgivable sins, but there isn't impossible love. Lisa, I'm madly in love with..."

“Gladly.” “Love you.” “Love you more.” “Impossible.” “Watch me prove it, for the rest of our lives.” The night stretched quietly above us.

As family. As mates who'd chosen each other despite impossible odds. We'd survive. I chose to believe that. Had to believe it. Because hope was all we had left. And sometimes hope was enough. Sometimes love conquered all. Sometimes the impossible became possible through sheer stubborn refusal to quit. We could do this. We would do this. Together even when apart. Always together. Forever. No matter what it cost. We'd survive. We had to. There was no other option. None at all.

"We did. Against impossible odds. Through devastating trauma. We made it." "I love you. More every day somehow. Even when that seems mathematically impossible." "I love you too. Always have. Always will." "Forever?" "Forever and then some." I fell asleep in his arms. Safe. Whole. Happy. Everything we'd fought for. Everything we'd survived for. Worth it. Every painful step. Every impossible choice. Worth everything.

It was raw, unpolished, and filled with all the emotions he couldn’t say out loud. Lara froze for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the intensity of it, but then she melted into him, her hands instinctively rising to his chest. She could feel his heart pounding beneath her palms, matching the rapid beat of her own. The kiss wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t need to be. It spoke of everything Hades couldn’t put into words—his fear, his pain, his desperate hope for something good amidst the chaos of his life. When they finally pulled apart, his forehead rested against hers, his breath warm against her skin. “I… I don’t know how to do this,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

All the, all the desperate, exhausting effort of hoping when hope felt impossible. "You can do this," he said finally. "Because you don't have a choice. Because Chance needs you. Because giving up isn't an option. You can do this because you have to. Because he's worth it. Because, because love doesn't give up just because things get hard. Love keeps going. Keeps fighting. Keeps, keeps surviving even when survival feels impossible."