Nicholas Sparks Quotes (335 Quotes)

Finally getting control of myself, I kissed her again, then brought my hand to her face, gently running my fingers over her cheek. I marveled at the softness of her skin, the gentleness I saw in her eyes. Even now she was perfect.

Knowing there's one thing I still haven't told you: I now believe, by the way, that miracles can happen.

Dear John, tell me everything. Write it all down, that way, we'll be with each other all the time, even if we're not with each other at all.

I've learned that memories can have a physical, almost living presence.

When a person sets a thing in motion, there's a feeling of unease, almost regret, until you learn the truth.

It's impossible to protect your kids against disappointment in life.

Who do you think it was that brought the bottle to her?

I guess what I'm trying to say is that you two make me believe that true love really exists. And that even the darkest hours can't take that away.

There was no pretention here, no hidden meanings in the phrases they spoke, no elaborate plans designed to impress the other. Though it had always been easy to spend time with Mike, she suddenly realized that in the whirlwind of the past couple of weeks, she'd almost forgot how much she enjoyed it.

I mean, if the relationship can't survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?

Strange, what being forced to slow down could do to a person.

He was the toast to her butter.

And maybe, just maybe, it will.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that.

Silence is pure and holy. It draws people together because only those who are comfortable with each other can sit without speaking.

Everyone has crap in their background, everyone has things they wish they could undo. But most people don't go around doing their best to screw up their present lives because of it.

Yet I have come to believe that while the past is unchangeable, our perceptions of is are malleable...

First you will smile, and then you will cry -- don't say you haven't been warned.

Life, I've learned, is never fair. If people teach anything in school, that should be it.

Everything around me makes me miss you.

Love should bring joy, it should grant a person peace, but here and not, it was bringing only pain.

When I look in the mirror, I know I'm looking at someone who isn't sure she deserves to be loved at all.

Life passes by now like the scenery outside a car window. I breathe and eat and sleep as I always did, but there seems to be no great purpose in my life that requires active participation on my part...I do not know where I am going or when I will get there.

Without you in my arms, I feel an emptiness in my soul. I find myself searching the crowds for your face - I know it's an impossibility, but I cannot help myself.

I love you, Gabby, more than you'll ever know. You're everything I've ever wanted in a wife. You're every hope and every dream I've ever had, and you've made me happier than any man could possibly be. I don't ever want to give that up. I can't.

You always have a choice. It's just that some people make the wrong one.

I want to be with you as much as possible, Ronnie. You're smart and funny and you're honest. I trust you. I trust us. Yeah, I'm leaving and you're going back home. But neither of those things changes the way I feel about you. And my feelings aren't going to change simply because I'm going to Vanderbilt. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone.

That speaking the words, even if true, had little power to change the inevitable or even make him feel much better.

I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

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.