Best 9 quotes of Yuli Pritania on MyQuotes

Aku menikahimu, 'kan? Itu artinya aku harus mengingat apa pun tentangmu karena kita akan bertemu dan hidup bersama setiap saat." Dia meletakkan sendoknya lalu meraih sumpit. "Kecuali kau ingin menghentikannya," lanjutnya sambil mengedikkan bahu. "Bertemu dan hidup bersamaku.

Apa yang akan terjadi padaku kalau aku harus meninggalkanmu ya?" Dia bertanya, dengan nada seolah tidak membutuhkan jawaban. "Tidakkah kau mau bertanya yang sebaliknya?" Joon menawarkan, dan gadis itu meminta penjelasan lewat pandangan. "Kenapa kau tidak bertanya bagaimana aku kalau kau pergi? Tidak penasaran?" Kali ini, gadis itu ternganga. "Karena mungkin saja," lanjut pria itu, "aku akan sama menderitanya sepertimu.

Berhentilah menilai seseorang dari kulit luar. Dari segi penampilan, mungkin dia biasa-biasa saja, tapi akulah yang menghabiskan waktu untuk mengobrol bersamanya, bukan kau. Jadi, kurasa akulah yang berhak menilai apakah dia pantas atau tidak, bukan kau." -Song Joon-

I supposed to hate her, right? But, instead... I saw her... stood there, in front of me, with the rain coming down on her body... and mascara running on her cheeks... her hair looked messy, and all I could think in that time was... I'd never seen anyone more beautiful than her. What should I do then? What am I supposed to do with my life from now on?

I think we just start, so it will be easy to get rid of you. But it's not. No matter hard I try.

Malam adalah cara waktu memberiku alasan untuk pulang. Tidak peduli bagaimana hubungan kita hari itu, tidak peduli betapa aku ingin cepat pulang siang harinya, tapi batal karena terlalu malu untuk mengarang alasan yang masuk akal. Saat malam tiba, kau harus menerimaku pulang, tanpa aku perlu mencari-cari alasan. Karena itu aku menyukai malam.

Siang merenggangkan kita. Aku. Kamu. Membuatku mendadak terserang rindu yang menggebu-gebu.

The best part (or maybe the worst) of loving you is... that I never have any plan to stop. Because I don't want to reach the end. Too afraid to catch the finish line. Let me do it slowly, wobbly, as if I'm decrepit. Because, by doing that, I have many years to go, never ending days to come... enough time... to stuck... with you. Helplessly addicted, stupidly enraptured... by you. I love you this way, and will keep loving you this way. So come... wear your white gown... because there is a ring, waiting for your finger. A vow, waiting for your mouth to say it out. A man... waiting for you... to make a commitment to spend every tomorrow... together. Go hand in hand, to any kind of future we maybe have. Let's be happy. Let me... to make you happy. Come, marry me, and I will show you what kind of life you will get by laying down your happiness on my hand. I will be thankful for every second, and I will make you feel the same. Come, marry me. Because I want to make you my wife, and me, your husband. Come, start it, and then end it. With me....

What will you do if I kiss you right now?" "I'll kiss you back." "In what way? Sweet, soft, and slow like a first kiss? Or passionately and rude until I make you breathless?" "Just do it on your own style." "Bad then. I've never kissed any woman before.