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The Notebook

Book by Nicholas Sparks · 9 quotes · Love, Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook

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“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. But most of all, I learned that life is about sitting on benches next to ancient creeks with my hand on her knee and sometimes, on good days, for falling in love.”

“I continue to stare, my eyes missing nothing, remembering the moments we just shared together. But in all that time she does not look back, and I am haunted by the visions of her struggling with unseen enemies. I sit by the bedside with an aching back and start to cry as I pick up the notebook. Allie does not notice. I understand, for her mind is gone. A couple pages fall to the floor, and I bend over to pick them up. I am tired now, so I sit, alone and apart from my wife. And when the nurses come in they see two people they must comfort. A woman shaking in fear from demons in her mind, and the old man who loves her more deeply than life itself, crying softly in the corner, his face in his hands.”

“Would you just stay with me? Stay with you? What for? Look at us! We're already fighting! Well that's what we do! We fight! You tell me when I'm being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you're being a pain in the ass! Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings, you have like a two-second rebound rate and you're back doing the next pain in the ass thing. So, what? So it's not gonna be easy, it's gonna be really hard. And we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I wanna do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever. You and me. Everyday.”

“Прохладный воздух покалывал кожу, небо переливалось разными красками – черное, как уголь, прямо над головой, ближе к горизонту оно синело, голубело и наконец, касаясь земли, становилось серым. Ной глубоко вдохнул аромат сосен и солоноватой воды и задумался. Вот по чему он скучал больше всего, живя на севере. Там он слишком много работал и слишком мало бывал у воды. Походы, прогулки, свидания, работа… Как только выдавалось свободное время, Ной покидал город и обошел немало мест в Нью-Джерси, но поплавать на лодке не удалось ни разу. Поэтому, вернувшись домой, он первым делом кинулся к реке. В рассвете на реке есть что-то особенное, почти мистическое. Именно здесь Ной встречал почти каждый новый день, не важно – солнечный и ясный или хмурый и холодный. Наклоняясь над стальной поверхностью воды, он греб ритмично, в такт звенящей в душе мелодии, и встречал то семью черепах, отдыхающих на полузатопленном бревне, то цаплю, взмывающую в небо, – перебирая ногами прямо по поверхности воды, она отрывалась от нее и исчезала в серебристой предрассветной дымке. Ной выгреб на середину потока и увидел, как по речной глади разливается оранжевый свет солнца. Он остановился, легкими гребками удерживаясь на месте, чтобы не снесло течением, и посмотрел на верхушки деревьев, подсвеченные утренними лучами. Ему всегда нравилось останавливаться вот так, в момент зарождения нового дня, и смотреть, как расцветает мир – словно каждый раз рождается заново. Ной снова с силой заработал веслами, прогоняя ночную вялость и встречая утро.”

“Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if oyu planned on fallin gin love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.”

“No, it's not that. It's not what you're thinking. I was serious when I said 'all of it'. I can remember every moment we were together, and in eachof 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? Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. 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. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.”

“The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected.”

“You are every reason, every hope and every dream I've ever had.”