Quotes from Nicholas Sparks

to do with his natural exuberance

The ups and downs, the dreams and struggles, had all been part of the journey, she realized—a journey that led to a cattle ranch near a town called King, where she had fallen in love with a cowboy named Luke.

You say that every morning." Miles shrugged. "You're late every morning." "Then wake me up sooner." "I have a better idea—why don't you go to sleep when I tell you to?" "I'm not tired then. I'm only tired in the mornings." "Join the club.

Hope might leave me crushed in the end, but losing all hope somehow seemed even worse. I

I don't think you did anything wrong. It's just that relationships are hard, and both people have to want them to work.

I am, however, of the opinion that something has been lost in the process: the simple joy of waking in the morning and having nothing whatsoever to do.

I've been lucky, for no one should ever be forced to march through life alone.

Her mother had once told her that there were men who kept secrets bottled up inside and that it spelled trouble for the women who loved them. Denise instinctively knew the truth of her mother's statement, yet it was hard to reconcile her words with the love she felt for Taylor McAden.

I have no complaints about my path and the places it has taken me; enough complaints to fill a circus tent about other things, maybe, but the path I've chosen has always been the right one, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Como é que sabes que era amor? Bem, sabe-se que é amor quando tudo o que nos apetece fazer é estar com a outra pessoa, e sabemos mais ou menos que a outra pessoa sente o mesmo.

I love you, Sophia.

Poetry wasn't written to be analysed: it was meant to inspire without reason, to touch without understanding.

My point is that first loves always make sense because you don't know any better. Everything is a first and any warning bells are drowned out by the sheer novelty of it all.

If you'd rather not answer, you don't have to, Miles offered. I'm sure it wouldn't change my impression of him, anyway. And what impression is that? I don't like him. Sarah laughed. Why do you say that? Because you don't like him. You're pretty perceptive.

I'm not going to live with you! a small voice shouted from the kitchen doorway. Beth looked past Keith to see Ben, his expression horrified. Ben started to back away. I'm not going to do it!

I finished your song, she said. Our last song.

Because we always bring ourselves with us wherever we go. It's one of the universal truths of life.

she was struck again by the intensity of his gaze. She wasn't used to being scrutinized this way—on the contrary, she often felt virtually invisible as she went through the well-worn circuit of her daily routines.

I learned what is obvious to a child. That life is simply a collection of little lives, each lived one day at a time. That each day should be spent finding beauty in flowers and poetry and talking to animals. That a day spent with dreaming and sunsets and refreshing breezes cannot be bettered.

How can you explain something that you cant even understand yourself

Here and now she cannot exist without me.

La poesía no debía de ser objeto de análisis, pensó; debía inspirar sin motivo, emocionar sin intervención del entendimiento.

It sounds to me like you're making excuses, Jeb said quietly. You're trying to convince yourself, and you're using me to listen to yourself talk.

They're beautiful. How did you know I loved roses? I didn't, but I've never heard of a woman who didn't, so I took a chance. a