Bittersweet Symphony of Notebook Quotes

How we measure love? Is the greatest love the one with most verses recited? Or the one that lasted until the end? Or the one that set the other free? Or the one that movies exaggerate with intention to make us cry?

What kind of love is Notebook love? I’d describe it as a Bittersweet Symphony.

Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can’t control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense.

Feeling unable to control your feelings can be exhilarating and frightening, at the same time.

I didn’t plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if you planned on falling in love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us.

It’s fun to acknowledge that there are some powers beyond us. There’s something greater than our will.

But then, it’s good to get back to our senses.

An ordinary beginning, something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her.

Sometimes people become important because they play the part in major events. Sometimes little events seem big, because there’s someone (we find) important being part of it.An ordinary beginning something that would have been forgotten had it been anyone but her

As he shook her hand and met those striking emerald eyes, he knew before he’d taken his next breath that she was the one he could spend the rest of his life looking for but never find again.

That’s the love at first sight myth. He didn’t get the feeling she was special. He just knew it! Sure.

She would tell him what she wanted in her life–her hopes and dreams for the future–and he would listen intently and then promise to make it all come true. And the way he said it made her believe him.

There’s a famous work Will to Power. The power of will is an equally well known concept. In order to make your or someone else’s dreams come true, you need good will and you need power to make it happen. One without the other is just not enough.

And when I came in with tears in my eyes, you always knew whether I needed you to hold me or just let me be. I don’t know how you knew, but you did, and you made it easier for me.

There are people that know us well. But it’s way too unrealistic to expect anyone to read our mind.

I am common man with common thought and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.

This is the speech of a man lacking ambitions, indeed.

I realize that odds, and science, are against me. But science is not the answer; this I know, this I have learned in my lifetime. And that leaves me with the belief that miracles, no matter how inexplicable or unbelievable, are real and can occur without regard to the natural order of things.

The great thing about miracles is that they can’t disappoint. No matter how dreadful reality is, one can always hope for a miracle. If it doesn’t come, you can still wait for it. And who knows…

Sometimes we need to be apart to understand just how much we truly love each other.

This is as cliché as it can be.

Sometimes we need to be apart to understand just how much we truly love each other

The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and always will be. Maybe we’ve lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we’ve found each other. And maybe each time, we’ve been forced apart for the same reasons. That means that this goodbye is both a goodbye for the past ten thousand years and a prelude to what will come. When I look at you, I see your beauty and grace and know they have grown stronger with every life you have lived. And I know I have spent every life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you, but you, for your soul and mine must always come together. And then, for a reason neither of us understand, we’ve been forced to say goodbye.

I would love to tell you that everything will work out for us, and I promise to do all I can to make sure it does. But if we never meet again and this is truly goodbye, I know we will see each other again, and maybe the stars will have changed, and we will not only love each other in that time, but for all the times we’ve had before.

OK, this is simply saying (with too many words) maybe in the next life… Who knows what may happen. Maybe… Maybe is more often than not, a very appropriate word.

Maybe there is reincarnation. Maybe there’s not. But when one tells you ‘maybe in next life, honey’, I guess you know that it’s not likely he believes you’ll reunite. He just wants to stress out that by no means you two will be together.

Do you think our love can make miracles?

I do.

Do you think so? Do you think that any love can make miracles?

Do you think our love, can take us away together?

Yes, sometimes people are so attached to each other than when one passes away, the other one goes right after. But do you want that kind of love? Do you really want someone you literally can’t live without?

I think our love can do anything we want it to.

Sometimes we may think that love gives us wings so we can fly or we imagine we have other Super Hero powers, but the truth is that there’s no love so powerful.

I love you.

I love you, Allie.

Good night.

Good night. I’ll be seeing you.

And they slept happily ever after.

And God forbid I ever have that bitter sweet Nicolas Sparks kind of ending. If I can’t have it sweet, I’ll swallow the bitter. Just don’t be mixing the two.

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  • This is so beautiful! Notebook is wonderful movie, book is even better. I’ve seen the movie 5 times or more.