Unexpected Quotes About Love Novels & Stories

Because of his sick words. He leaned closer. Brushing the tip of his nose against hers, he breathed her subsiding breaths which were tickling the skin of his philtrum and lips. “The destination where I’ll show you my love,” he closed his eyes as his palm received the light weight of her face. He smiled unwell, mumbling, “where there’s no limit of insanity, tesorino.” (Little treasure)

I entered and closed the door behind me. "Growing up, I always imagined my marriage as a perfect match with my Prince charming and living happily ever after full of passion and conquering thoughts. I wanted my partner gentle, kind and affectionate enough for us to have children of our own after years of crazy riot sex and love making. The day I signed that contract I threw that dream to the bin and allowed a mortifying story to happen instead. What is love for you? A simple pretty word? Used to fill women thoughts with dreams and manipulate their minds? Another way of trapping me to a death end and multiplying my pain making my sacrifice useless? Or a means to get attention from a pussy you'

My happiness is short lived as I see my mom running up to the stage and shouting “YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE!” I run to the parking lot and jump in the backseat as my dad throws the car in reverse before my mom even has time to close the door. I laugh and my mom smacks his chest. “Could you maybe not kill us.” She scolds him. He just chuckles and reaches for her hand before squeezing it. I hope I find a love like theirs one day. They’re the definition of what love should be.

saying he left. Entering his study room, he sat on the chair, thinking if what he did was right or not. "I did the right thing!" he mumbled. "you can't do this to me!" Haya barged into his study and yelled. "why can't I?" He asked. " I apologized for everything I did, then why are you doing this?!" she slammed the papers on the table. "When I loved you, my feelings were Unrequited and now I want you to feel the same. Before my love was unrequited and now your love is unrequited" He said.

Those who don't love us, no matter how much time we express our love for them, they don't understand the depth of our love. After falling in love, we think the advice of others who is close to us giving is frustrating.. We do not understand the mistake we make then in the thought of achieving our love.. Sometimes, we make a blind decision to get our love forcibly and that decisions lead our life totally into wrong direction.. At one point of our life, we will realize the mistakes we did.. That time even if we think to correct the mistake we made, we can't correct it.. Moreover, the mistakes we made to achieve our life not only give us pain but it also give pain to persons who truly love and

also I love to fuck. "Can you please refrain from saying the word fuck so loud?" "Why?" he raised his eyebrow, "does it make you nervous when I say fuck?" "No, it's just that we're in a library, which is considered a quiet zone if you've forgotten." Jason meets my eye and sighs. "You know, as much as I hate to admit, you guys were a great couple." "Totally not helping," I mumbled. "But you know what, even the greatest love stories have a tragic ending, like Titanic or Romeo and Juliet."

" —Quiet my love, that is not going to happen, I had already told you that I love you and what happened in the past, was a mistake that I made and I will not make it again, nor that my mother opposes us, this time I'm not going to please her. "I hope so." I try to get defensive, but actually deep down I was very happy, I loved Cristián and wanted to be by his side and have our baby. "By the way." He looks at me smiling, we have a place to go. - Where to? I ask confused. "You'll see, it's a surprise."

Sean chided, glaring at Alastor. “Yeah man, give four eyes some credit!” Harry said, looking too amused. Alastor scoffed but said nothing, leaning back on the couch while Nick smirked, fixing his glasses, “So… what do you want to know about your unlucky lady?” “Everything,” . . . “When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.” –Paulo Coelho

In response to my icy silence, he takes the fry and tosses it into his mouth, “You can consider Matthew to be like my love for burgers and wings. Totally bad for me, and something that I should probably ditch, but it might take some time to actually getting around to doing.” “It truly amazes me how fast you can switch a suggestion to a conversation about Matthew.” I say before taking a large swig of my cocktail, “If anything, that just kind of proves what my Uncle Raul says about people’s obsession with love.” “Oh that weird metaphor about the sticky note?” He asks. I set the glass onto the table and clear my throat of any lingering taste of tequila, “It’s not weird, at best it’s weirdly poi

His parents probably had a lot of questions to ask. "Do you love my son, Maria?" His voice came slicing through the air and also Maria's heart. Love? Love in her books could as well be called 'pen' or 'grass' cause it held no weight. Maria was convinced she didn't know what that word meant, she had yet to experience it, platonic or romantic. Love was another of those unhealthy addictions seldom talked about, love was weakness, a drawback, and the very first step in a streak of horrible mistakes. As a matter of fact, she was convinced she had never loved anyone—wholly or not, or maybe she had but is yet to recognize it for what it is.