Star Wars Quotes On Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jacob POV “Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.” It’s a quote from Lao Tzu that’s been going through my head ever since Emily shut that door with me standing behind it. I wouldn’t call myself a romantic. Once upon a time, I didn’t even believe in love, but this woman has stirred my loins back to life. She’s like a fire burning bright, setting the darkness alight. The very thought of her makes me dizzy with desire, but I fear this morning may have been the last time I’ve ever seen her.

As he entered, he saw her huddled in the corner, arms wrapped tightly around her knees. He cleared his throat, attempting to break the heavy silence that enveloped them. Leia looked up at him, her eyes still filled with traces of tears. "Just focus on your baby," she said, her voice wavering with a mixture of resignation and pain. "I don't want to stand in the way of your happiness." Mark took a step closer, his voice gentle but filled with earnestness. "Leia, I love you," he said, the words spilling from his heart without reservation. "It's not just about the baby; it's about us, about what we can have together."

“I love you… My Luna.. please… don’t do that again. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I kept you in the dark. Sorry, I never said that everything was for your sake— I’m sorry,” “I love you,” “Our son… Our son looks just like you, Samarah. I love you. I love you, My Luna,” - The End -

“Don’t worry about that, Cami. You come first. And I’ll do anything to make sure you stay safe.” Camellia’s voice broke. “Why?” Williams tensed, staring at her for a long moment before saying slowly, “Because I love you.” Her wall cracked. “Will…” He cut her off gently. “Don’t say anything yet. I just wanted you to know that I love you, Cami. And I always protect the ones I love.” Camellia’s eyes clouded with tears. Liam stood quietly, watching them… his fingers tightening around his sleeve. Outside, the storm began to quiet.

Claire paused, shuddering as she said, "It's over between me and Stan Gosling. I didn't keep his baby either… So can't we just start over? I promised I won't ever hurt you anymore…" All I felt was exasperation. "So, you came looking for me because you realized no one's bothered to take your crap?" "No! I really love you!" Claire cried even harder. "Don't you remember?! You promised that you'd always stay with me back at university…" "I do," I replied calmly. "I also remembered working overnight just to bake a cake for you, only for you to hand it off to Stan. "I also remember that time I felt like I could die from a high fever, but you told me you're busy shopping for new clothes with Stan.

Fireworks burst over the sea, brilliant colors lighting their faces. Sylvia wrapped her free arm around him. She would always believe in love and have the courage to love. Only those who dared to love could truly receive love. —The End

"Our love should not come at the cost of peace and stability. I will find a way to control my desires, to channel them in a way that doesn't endanger our pack." Lucy's heart swelled with relief and affection, her love for Stanley mingling with her desire for a harmonious existence. She took his hand in hers, offering him a gentle smile. "Together, Stanley," she whispered, her voice filled with hope, "we can navigate this path and build a love that is both passionate and respectful."

The visitor, bloodied and relentless, lay crumpled from my father’s shot, but their presence still loomed, a ghost of my past love now twisted into hate. “Dad, help!” I cried, my voice breaking as I scanned the journal’s starlit notes, searching for a clue to stop the trap. My father’s lessons—*The stars hide the truth*—guided me, but the screens flickered, the countdown at five seconds. Liam’s hand tightened on mine, his lips brushing my ear. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice raw, a promise that steadied me even as the world burned.

“Before we step into the fire we just lit… before the world becomes noise and chaos again… I need you to know. Not as a strategy. Not as a vow in a crisis. Just as a man.” His gaze held Sabatine’s, unwavering, deep. “I love you, Sabatine Stalker. With a devotion that scares me more than any enemy. I love your brilliant, stubborn mind. I love the weight of your history because it made you who you are. I love the way you fight for truth even when it costs you everything. I love you.”

And beside me, the man who turned my prison into my freedom pressed a final kiss to my hair and whispered into the dark: “After everything — we’re still here.” Love isn't just about words, it's majorly sacrifice.