The Notebook..

(Noah to Allie when she meets him after 14 years of gap, and when she asks him what he remembers the most from the summer they spent together. This is how he describes his “All of it, and nothing in particular”)

“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 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?

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.”

 Noah’s vent when he’s old and his Allie is suffering from Alzheimer’s (this man has patience, and passionate, such men are non-existing)

“Dusk, I realized then, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel, I remember wondering, to be always together, yet forever apart?

Looking back, I find it ironic that she chose to read the letter at the exact moment that question popped into my head. It is ironic, of course, because I know the answer now. I know what it’s like to be day and night now; always together, forever apart.”

Nicolas Spark is a good writer. I never thought any guy would think and write this beautifully over this topic called as “romance” or “love” whatever you call it. The best thing is, he keeps it simple, doesn’t dramatise it and at the same time, it does touch you. Unlike that of female authors; they dramatize a LOT! So much that you throw the book away.

These excerpts are from his novel The Notebook. The real feeling of these lines will be felt when you hear Noah tell his story to his Allie from the start of the book. It does sound uuggh kind, but then it is beautiful the way he writes. Two guys: Nicolas and Paulo. They did manage to make big impact on me after reading their novels. And one female: Ayn Rand.

After reading this book, though I am very happy being single, I did feel if I had someone around me to take care of me too. That is what I never got. And finding such kind of guy is like trying to land on sun. Such guys are only fictions. And such love too.

What I saw in this world, all around me is, they are only selfish. Be till you like, leave when you like. No patience. Take everything, and feel nothing. Wusses. Sad.

Still there is hope for the best. He does exists. Yet to meet. :)