Quotes from Nicholas Sparks

And it's funny because it was my grandpa who painted it shut (window) in the first place, and he had a whole storage shed full of just about every tool you could imagine. He was one of those guys who thought he could fix anything, but it never worked out quite as well as he planned. He was more of a visionary than a nuts -and bolts kind of guy.

And if I'd have a single dying wish, it would be to know that both of you, are somehow going to be alright.

There's a lot of magic between you, ain't no denying that. And magic makes forgettin' hard.

I take the memories as they come, accepting them all, letting them guide me whenever I can.

Words - especially written ones, meant only for us - have a power to comfort, tell truths, and communicate profound emotions in a way that few things can.

In October 1944, we were cruising near Samar, getting ready to help lead the invasion of the Philippines. We had thirteen ships in our group, which sounds like a lot, but aside from the carrier, it was mainly destroyers and escorts, so we didn't have much firepower. And then, on the horizon, we saw what seemed like the entire Japanese fleet coming toward us. Four battleships, eight cruisers, eleven destroyers, hell-bent on sending us to the bottom of the sea.

You taught me that it's possible to move forward in life, no matter how terrible your grief. And in your own way, you've made me believe that true love cannot be denied.

There are too many fault lines to count now.

Before getting to the the light, you must pass through a deep darkness.

College was a bubble that kept the rest of the world at bay. There was an abundance of free time, friends who lived either with you or right next door, and an overwhelming sense of optimism about the future, even if you had no idea as to the specifics of what that might mean. In college, everyone accepted the fact that their lives would turn out exactly as planned, buoying them from one good memory to the next in a cascade of carefree three-day weekends.

Sometimes, when you remember the things you used to do, it makes you wince.

Há pessoas que se afastam umas das outras quando surgem adversidades. Outras, como nós, aproximam-se ainda mais.

Like Clara's, Dawson's ghost was everywhere.

Because that's what normal people do. That's the way society works. You can't just tell people whatever pops into your mind. It makes them uncomfortable or hurts their feelings. And just so you know, employers hate it.

if he hadn't been following her, she doubted she'd be thinking about him at all. Yet he was still able to ruin her night, and that bothered her. Because she was allowing it to happen. Because she was giving him that power over her.

She hadn't returned to the Body Pump class again—people in there were obviously masochists—but

You are Hannah, a lover of life, a strength to those who shared in your friendships. You are a dream, a creator of happiness, an artist who has touched a thousand souls. You've led a full life and wanted for nothing, because your needs are spiritual and you have only to look inside you. You are kind and loyal, and you are able to see the beauty where others do not. You are a teacher of wonderful lessons, a dreamer of better things.

He works at the kennel with Nana, Ben piped up. And I think him and Mom are dating. At that, a stillness fell over a throng of admirers, punctuated by a few uncomfortable coughs.

You get to tour some of the historic homes and listen to ghost stories. This is what people do in small towns? We could either do that or go sit on my porch, chew some tobacco, and play banjos.

I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. I can't really pick any one time that meant more than any other. The entire summer was perfect, the kind of summer everyone should have. How could I pick one moment over another?

I held her against me, wishing with all my heart for time to stop, now and forever.

It wasn't a question of if a bull rider got injured, but rather when and how badly.

It is powerful- a symbol, a circle- and I know, I know, there could never have been another one.

El amor es paciente, es bondadoso. El amor no es envidioso, ni jactancioso, ni orgulloso. No se comporta con rudeza, no es egoísta, no se enoja fácilmente, no guarda rencor. El amor no se deleita en la maldad, sino que se regocija con la verdad. Todo lo disculpa, todo lo cree, todo lo espera, todo lo soporta.