Novel & Cerita Quotes On Sarcasm Of Love

I looked at him. “Tell me.” He sat down slowly and said nothing. “Isn’t it better if she hates me than if I put her through torture?” I continued, my voice shaking. “My life is already a torture. Look at you—you’re just like her. You care more about the people you love than yourself. You’re stuck with me, even when I try to set you up on dates, you always escape. Your excuse is always that love will distract you from work. But love doesn’t always favor you. I know you say all those lies because you don’t want to leave me.”

His shoulder suddenly dropped dejectedly and he thought sarcastically, "Sure enough, in love, the one who is not loved is the most pitiful." He took a deep breath and then looked at Elizabeth with a faint smile, "Okay..."

I said sarcastically He smiled "that wouldn't be an issue , all I have to do is ......." "Wait, how could you even think I love Asher,do I look like someone who have a thing for idiots or stupid people , or do I look like an idiot!" I cut him off flaring up I can never love Asher , NEVER! I'll make sure of that!

I said sarcastically and he laughed at me, shaking his head as he pecked my lips, leaving my heart hammering against my chest. “I haven’t proposed to you? My bad. I thought rings were getting out of fashion, you see. So I thought, why not propose to my darling mate by impregnating her? Why, did you not like my way of proposing to you?” He asked me, feigning innocence, and I rolled my eyes and slapped his chest before stepping away from him. “Oh, I loved it very much,” I said with a tight-lipped smile, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

I will survive this, I will live. “You just have to prove your existence, weren’t you?” I could sense his sarcasm which I ignored. “You could just prove it to me… always stay with me.” he muttered softly as he ran his fingers through his hair. I grimaced at his cheesy words. “Are you finally in love with me?” He give me a hearty chuckle which makes my heart leap and give me a serenity to start this day. I could smell it, I could almost foresee how my day could be and it’s going to be a great day. “You know, I hate bitches but I love you.”

"Don't call him your first love, he doesn't deserve it." Idk why I felt soo irritated and angry hearing her say that. "It wasn't love. It was lust. You need to experience real love to be able to use that word." I said. "And whom should I experience that with....you?" She said sarcastically. Our eyes met as she said that and my heart skipped a beat. Love? With...her? I'm crazy to even think about that possibility right? And I'm even more crazy to even imagine to think about it. But her deep eyes just stayed locked with mine.

Kaiser smirked , " then ,let's try to mix .Give a chance to love me !!! " " Love ???? " , Shizuka Chuckled . According to her the word is like dumbing mud in her own head , " love is waste of time . People start to love only ,for their problem .When the problem gets fade they will leave us like trash and throw us on dustbin .

“That’s just you being full of yourself. If you two have so much in common, why didn’t anything happen between you two before I was in the picture? “Sasha, love isn’t just about being a picture-perfect couple. It’s about what’s on the inside.” “Don’t talk to me about having depth. All you have is a thick skin!” As she lashed out, I owned it. “That’s how I bagged the hottie.” “Y-You’re just an airhead. You don’t deserve him!” I waved my fist around. “I might not have your IQ, but I can definitely out-punch you. You’d better watch your mouth, or I might just have to get rough.”

Please wait till you are truly 18. Please, as my last wish I beg you, Live your life, don't do something stupid, no one is to blame for my death. The percentage of me dying to save your flat ass is higher than the smartest person IQ, but if that is how I died then I am more glad than anything. I love you I love you soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much, don't ever forget that. Your strawberry cupcake (aka Corn ) PS. Find love don't be deprived of love because you are still grieving.

She told her that love is like a drug, which is very addictive; once you are addicted to it, then you want to have it more and more. Neha telling her, “I bet he's still thinking about you.” Sara replied, “Oh, please. Don't start that again with me. Whenever I talk to somebody or even smile at somebody; you start making assumptions that he loves me and blah blah blah... and now I remember your exact word by word definition of love that love is like an addiction and once you are addicted to it, then you want to have it more and more.”