The Notebook Quotes About Love นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" This stays in my possession for now on miss Jennifer. I grab her notebook with my other hand and release her wrist by putting it into my briefcase and close it. The class ends and I went to my home. I lie down on my bed, the quietness falling upon the house as I switched the TV off. I keep my soft and dim light lamp on my nightstand at my right, turned on, to be able to see through the room. I take hold on of the notebook I confiscated from her..... this girl who keeps on haunting my mind, my thoughts, and my time, this one who I cannot stop myself from thinking about every second of my days or even nights. I cease torturing my head and heart with her but open the notebook, simple cover, s

At the right hand side of the book was a written note. "I fell in love with you the first day I met you. It wasn't love at first sight. My love for you grew gradually and waxed stronger with time. Your personality, your soft hair, your beautiful eyes, your cute voice, your humor, the way you looked away and smiled, I had to walk pass again. Why do I like you? I don't have an answer for that, but I guess......" Suddenly I heard footsteps and I hurriedly tried to put back the sketch book in the drawer when the door opened. I had not finished reading it to know if it was actually for me. But it was obvious, wasn't it? I guess I wasn't the only one writing notes.

“I hope they learn that love isn’t about perfection.” “What is it about?” She smiled. “Choosing each other on the easy days… and especially on the difficult ones.” Daniel reached into his coat pocket. “You forgot our anniversary gift.” “But our anniversary isn’t for another year.” “I know.” He handed her another blank journal. “Then what’s this for?” “For all the moments that happen before then.” She opened the first page. Written in his neat handwriting were just eight words. Every great love deserves to be remembered, every single day.

My kind of woman. I saw her notebooks on her table and since she’s taking so long downstairs, I decided to check them. I opened each notebook and saw a lot of notes written neatly and in detail. She's a very eager in her studies and there were scribbles and doodles that she made in the corners of the page in her notebook. I bet she was bored during her class when she did this because I used to do the same thing when I was younger. One caught my attention, she doodled my name and a quote under it saying,

“Because I’ve been picturing that look on your face when I touched you in the car all goddamn day.” April made a strangled sound. “I hate you.” Just thinking about it heated her blood. She was weak where he was concerned. “No, you don’t. You love me. You just don’t want to admit I was worth a repeat.” It took her a moment, then April’s face burned, remembering. “The note.” She had left it on the bed after their first night together. “Left it on my pillow. How could I miss it?” Noah said smugly.

I opened it, cracking open the first page where I saw a beautifully handwritten note, “In all of our world, there is no love for me like yours, In all our world, there is no love for you like mine. My dearest Charlie, You were made for me. -L” My eyes lingered on the handwriting as I traced every line and curve. So many thoughts went through my head as I stared down at the dips and curves of the letters. I finally pulled my attention away from the journal as I threw it on my desk and made it over to the window.

To Nemesis, I know you don’t want to see me, talk to me, or hear me, and what other better way than sending you my annotated books and a couple more gifts. I know this won’t win your heart over and I don’t expect it to but inside all of the books, there’s a note I got personalized for you and our ‘situation’ if you can even call it that. The pink sticky note is for the romance/smutty parts since I know you like to enjoy them. The blue is for the angry moments where one of the two mess up. The green is for the sad moments and the purple is for the memorable moments and quotes in the book itself. I hope this does win me a step closer to your heart. I’m never going to stop trying until I have y

"And Oliver needs to see his parents building something. He's going to be running empires one day. Let him watch how it's done." "That was smooth." "I have my moments." "Happy Valentine, honey," she whispered to me. I blew her a kiss. "Let's always celebrate love, growth, respect, kindness and loyalty." She nodded her head, smiling, I thought briefly that if this was what the rest of my life looked like, then whatever I'd done right to deserve it hadn't been enough. I'd spend the rest of my years trying to be. *** The Notebook had been her idea. It was always her idea, and I always pretended to resist, and we both knew I didn't mean it. Somewhere in the last two years I had watched this film

"The love that is here for what comes next. Not just what came before." He crosses the room. He takes my face in his hands. He looks at me the way he has always looked at me, fully, without management. "I know," he says. "It is different. I felt it change." "When?" I say. "April," he says. "The day Arthur brought the notebook. You sat across the room and worked on the Diane supplement because you understood I needed to read my father without an audience." He pauses. "That is the love that stays. That understands when to be in the room and when to let the room be what it needs to be."

Faye asks. He turns the notebook. He has written: Love is not enough if it requires not seeing. The table holds this for a moment. Irina looks at the notebook. "Yes," she says. "That is exactly right." She pauses. "You are fourteen years old and you are exactly right." "I read a lot," he says. "Clearly," she says.