The Longest Ride Nicholas Sparks Quotes

If we'd never met, I think I would have known my life wasn't complete. And I would have wandered the world in search of you, even if I didn't know who I was looking for.

After all, if there is a heaven, we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you.

Trust people, until they give you a reason not to. And then never turn your back

People plan, God laughs.

Remember me with joy, for this is how I always thought of you. That is what I want, more than anything. I want you to smile when you think of me. And in your smile, I will live forever

You made me happy and you made me laugh, and if I could do it all over again, I would not hesitate. Look at our life, at the trips we took, the adventures we had. As your father used to say, we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.

I know I'm not going to be able to change the world, but I think it's important to try to make a difference

His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life.

You don't know how strong something is until you actually test it.

The only thing I do know for sure is that if we both want to, we’ll find a way to make it work.

Yet experience has taught me that fate is sometimes cruel and that even a boatload of hope is sometimes not enough.

Do not worry about tomorrow until you have to.

I think that the point is that people rarely understand that nothing is ever exactly what you think it will be.

That's the difference between family and friends. Family is always there, no matter what, even when it's not right next door. Which means that you'll find a way to keep the connection alive. Especially since you realize how important it is.

It's strange, I think, the way our lives turn out. Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.

I know you miss me terribly. I miss you, too. But we still have each other, for I am - and always have been - part of you. You carry me in your heart, just as I carried you in mine, and nothing can ever change that. I love you, my darling, and you love me. Hold on to that feeling. Hold on to us. And little by little, you will find a way to heal.

I wish I had the talent to paint the way I feel about you, for my words always feel inadequate. I imagine using red for your passion and pale blue for your kindness; forest green to reflect the depth of your empathy and bright yellow for your unflagging optimism. And still I wonder: can even an artist’s palette capture the full range of what you mean to me?

How about we just see where life takes us for awhile?

If it makes you feel better, I promise to forget.

In other words, our opinions and our thoughts and feelings, anything we experience, need not define us forever.

And in your smile, I will live forever

In her eyes and in her touch I felt the echoes of my words.

I'd like to marry you, if you think that would be okay.

It's easy to joke when you don't care any more. I'm not saying it didn't hurt me, because it did.

I have loved you in return, more than you will ever know.

and then you stopped. And looked at me. And I knew then exactly what was going to happen. You kissed me, yes. But it was not just goodnight. Even then, I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you would kiss me just like that, forever.

we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life,

With you, my life felt indeed like a fantastic adventure - despite our ordinary circumstances, your love imbued everything we did with secret riches.

What I do know is that when I was sitting with you that night, I felt like God was telling me that I was doing the right thing.

I'm going to miss you while you're gone.

You should not complain, it's not attractive.

I love you, you know.

He still didn't think I was good enough for you." "No father thinks any man is good enough for his daughter.

God, with a wisdom I can't claim to understand, called you home a long time ago, and the tears I shed that night have never seemed to dry.

I understand that love and tragedy go hand in hand, for there can’t be one without the other, but nonetheless I find myself wondering whether the trade-off is fair.

To me, he was saying that our reality is shaped by our perceptions. That something is good or bad only because we- you and I- believe it to be so, based on our own experiences.

You're very perceptive for a guy who can go a whole day without talking,” she said, peering up at him. “That's why I'm perceptive.

If there is a heaven we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you.

It’s strange, I think, the way our lives turn out. Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.

He drew a deep breath, struggling to keep his emotions in check, knowing he didn't love her simply in the here and now but that he would never stop loving her.

Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.

I understand, Ira.

And that was our beginning. It's not a thrilling tale of adventure or the kind of fairy-tale romance portrayed in movies, but it felt like divine intervention.

It went on, this lifetime in a box, one letter after another.

A truth emerges in any long marriage, and the truth is this: Our spouses sometimes know us better than we even know ourselves.

but unlike me, she has a hard time saying such things. She loved me with a passion, but I felt it in her expressions, in her touch, in the tender brush of her lips. And, when I needed it most, she loved me with the written word as well.

We all know that art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand.

One of my father’s Rules for Life was to marry a woman who was smarter than you. “I did this,” he would say to me, “and you should do it, too. I say, why do all the thinking?

Love requires sacrifice, but it's worth it

we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.

She would tell me that it was a sign that your heart was pure, that you formed deep attachments, and that once you loved something—or someone—you would never stop.

He believed that most people, when given the choice, would do what was right, even when it was hard, and he believed that good almost always triumphed over evil. He wasn’t naive, though. “Trust people,” he would tell me, “until they give you a reason not to. And then never turn your back.

One of my father's Rules for Life was to marry a woman who was smarter than you.

You kissed me yes, But it was not just goodnight even then I could feel the promise in it. The promise that you could kiss me like that forever.

For it is one thing to declare one's love for someone and quite another to accept that loving that person requires sacrificing one's dreams.

Ruth Levinson Third grade teacher. She believes in me and I can be anything I want when I grow up. I can even change the world.

The day my life changed forever...The day I first saw you.

Everyone’s entitled to a bad day.

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.

Here and now she cannot exist without me.

and in those moments, it was your expression, more than your words, that always filled my heart with joy. With you, my life felt indeed like a fantastic adventure—despite

I love you, Sophia.

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

I think,” she said, “that the point is that people rarely understand that nothing is ever exactly what you think it will be.

She loved me with a passion, but I felt it in her expressions, in her touch, in the tender brush of her lips. And, when I needed it most, she loved me with the written word as well.

But Ruth has not read all the letters I’ve written to her. She couldn’t. Though I wrote them for her, I also wrote them for me, after all, and after she passed away, I placed another box beside the original. In this box are letters written with a shaking hand, letters marked only by my tears, not hers. They are letters written on what would have been yet another anniversary. Sometimes I think about reading them, just as she used to, but it hurts me to think that she never had the chance.

more time she’d spent with him, the more convinced she became that he was by far the sexiest guy she’d ever met. Who else did she know who could work with his hands the way he did? Who could make her laugh? Who was smart and charming, self-reliant and tender?

any time I spent with Ruth should be regarded as precious. War, after all, was everywhere.

Trust people,” he would tell me, “until they give you a reason not to. And then never turn your back.

Hell, if they wanted to act like idiots, why try to stop them?

And I'd be struck a new by the finality of Ruth's absence.

While she was exceptional, I was average, a man whose major accomplishment in life was to love her without reservation, and that will never change.

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.

No," I mumble. I try to shake my head but can't, the agony making it impossible. "I want to stay awake. I want to be with you." "Do not worry. I will be here when you wake." "But you were gone before." "I was not gone. I was here and I will always be here." "How can you be so sure?" She kissed me again before answering. "Because," she says, her voice tender, "I am always with you, Ira.

I love you, Luke.

You know my last name, but I didn’t catch yours.” “Danko,” she said. Then, anticipating his next question: “My dad is from Slovakia.” “That’s near Kansas, right?

I am always with you, Ira.

And yet, in truth it is in the quiet details of our life together where I have found the most meaning.

In college, there aren't many guys like that, and why would there be? When girls just give it away for nothing? I mean, I can understand why you'd sleep with someone if you love them, but if you barely know them? What's the point? It just cheapens it.

was often told what I should do. He expected honesty and integrity in all aspects of life, but I was also told to hold doors for women and children, to shake hands with a firm grip, to remember people’s names, and to always give the customer a little more than expected.

Because he believed in honesty and integrity, my father believed that others did as well. He believed in human decency and assumed others were just like him. He believed that most people, when given the choice, would do what was right, even when it was hard, and he believed that good almost always triumphed over evil. He wasn't naive, though.

Yes, I would become upset when you forgot to take out the garbage, but that is not a real argument. That is nothing. It passes like a leaf blown by the window. It is over and done and it is forgotten quickly.

Maybe I'll show you one day. Take you horseback riding and everything.

I've got a lot of stuff in the bed of my truck.

After all, you don’t know how strong something is until you actually test it.” She winked. “I read that in a fortune cookie once.” “Fortune cookie?

I spent much of that year trying to imagine a future distorted by war.

I was told that I should never lie or cheat or steal, for instance, but my father—a sometimes Jew, he called himself back then—was far more likely to focus on the practical. Never go out in the rain without a hat, he would tell me. Never touch a stove burner, on the off chance it still might be hot. I was warned that I should never count the money in my wallet in public, or buy jewelry from a man on the street,

New Yorker, the collection would, in many ways, define us as a couple.

And though she didn’t know it then, whenever her thoughts drifted back toward the past, she would always remember that this was how it all began.

AS your father used to say, we shared the longest ride together, this thing called life, and mine has been filled with joy because of you.

Moments of circumstance, when later combined with conscious decisions and actions and a boatload of hope, can eventually forge a future that seems predestined.

I wanted never to disappoint my father. His voice, even now, follows me everywhere on this longest of rides, this thing called life

It's not a thrilling tale of adventure or the kind of fairy-tale romance portrayed in movies, but it felt like divine intervention.

father loved to watch old westerns and the evening news,

My mother laughed and told me she was only doing what mothers have always done for their sons. Then she told me that it was my job to prove that she hadn’t been lying, because that’s what sons were supposed to do for their mothers.

Instead, he reflected on what she’d said earlier, about their similarities, thinking she was right and hoping that it was enough to keep her coming back to the ranch. After a while their conversation lapsed into a peaceful lull, and he realized he had no

De no habernos conocido, creo que mi habría sabido que mi vida no era completa. Y que habría viajo por todo el mundo en tu busca, anque no supiera a quién buscaba

got some things to do in the morning. How about if I pick you up?” “I can drive,” she said.

handled, he was stunned into silence to the point where I wondered whether he was still connected. Finally, after clearing his throat, he talked with me about the specifics of all that it would entail. I told him that secrecy was the foremost priority. Over the next few months, the details were arranged. I went to Howie’s office two more times and met with the representatives from Sotheby’s. I met again with the executive directors of various Jewish charities; the sums they would receive obviously depended on the auction itself and how much money the collection would fetch. To that end, appraisers spent weeks cataloging and photographing the entire collection, estimating value, and establishing provenance. Eventually, a catalog was sent for my approval. The estimated value of the collection was mind-boggling even to me, but again it did not matter. When

With every blink, she seems to be changing. She is young and