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16035f7
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"I'm in love with you" Finally, the girl looks at me. "What?" "I don't know." I gesture to the house, the yard, the dirt surrounding us. "I'm not sure what suggested romance. Maybe it was the screaming match or the way my girlfriend kicked my ass to the ground, but I love you." Her mouth gapes. "I...I..." "I don't want you to say it back now. One of us should have some class."
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love
romance
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Katie McGarry |
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eca3db8
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I know when something is too important to be decided by logic.
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logic
love
romance
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Lisa Kleypas |
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8fde856
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I can't do this to you,' he said, drawing back. Emily put her hand on his and pulled the gun to her temple. 'Then do it for me,' she said.
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death
emily-gold
love
suicide
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Jodi Picoult |
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d9c5d4f
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She was aware that in love even the most passionate idealism will not rid the body's surface of its terrible, basic importance.
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image
love
relationships
sex
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Milan Kundera |
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797bcf5
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Though fallen low God raised her up
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god
love
reedeeming
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Francine Rivers |
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979bab6
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And why is it all men think everything a woman writes is trivial or trashy-or just plain silly drivel? Don't men have romantic notions? Don't men dream of finding the perfect love?
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finding-love
love
romance
romantic
romantic-notions
writing
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V.C. Andrews |
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4c687cd
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"Nothing's perfect," sighed the fox. "My life is monotonous. I hunt chickens; people hunt me. All chickens are just alike, and all men are just alike. So I'm rather bored. But if you tame me, my life will be filled with sunshine. I'll know the sound of footsteps that will be different from all the rest. Other footsteps send me back underground. Yours will call me out of my burrow like music. And then, look! You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is no use whatever. Wheat fields say nothing to me. Which is sad. But you have hair the color of gold. So it will be wonderful, once you've tamed me! The wheat, which is golden, will remind me of you. And I'll love the sound of the wind in the wheat..."
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love
tame
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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c89acc1
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What tale do you like best to hear?' 'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme - courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe - marriage.
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courtship
discord
disharmony
empowerment
gender
inequality
irony
love
marriage
matrimony
sarcasm
storytelling
subjection
women
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Charlotte Brontë |
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8ff496a
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Perfect love has a breath of poetry which can exalt the relations of the least-instructed human beings.
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love
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George Eliot |
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aa762ff
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You will be at your best forever, Even now you have good moments. Occasional glimpses of your heavenly self. When you change your baby's diaper, forgive your boss's temper, tolerate your spouse's moodiness, you display traces of saintliness.
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forgiveness
god
heaven
love
lucado
religion
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Max Lucado |
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88d1c6f
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I have no word of yours to assure me that our brief friendship held for you the same significance it held for me, but I must go on believing so. Every hope of the future is meaningless unless I have faith that you and I will share it together.
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future
hope
letter
love
together
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Elizabeth George Speare |
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40c3061
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"I want to take you for pleasure, and hold you in my arms for desire. I want you to know that it is your kiss that I want, not another heir to the throne. You can know that I love you, quite for yourself, when I come to your bed, and not as the York's broodmare." I tilt back my head and look at him under my eyelashes. "You think to bed me for love and not for children? Isn't that sin?" His arm comes around my waist and his palm cups my breast. "I shall make sure that it feels richly sinful."
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inspirational
love
romantic
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Philippa Gregory |
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118fcfd
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Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person's nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.
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hell
hypocrites
love
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Truman Capote |
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a6c1a3f
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What made losing someone you loved bearable was not remembering but forgetting. Forgetting small things first... it's amazing how much you could forget, and everything you forgot made that person less alive inside you until you could finally endure it. After more time passed you could let yourself remember, even want to remember. But even then what you felt those first days could return and remind you the grief was still there, like old barbed wire embedded in a tree's heartwood.
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life
loss
love
pain
sadness
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Ron Rash |
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a2875e7
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"Don't settle. Know what you want and reach for it. And if you don't know what you want, be patient. The answers will
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love
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Julia Quinn |
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6aa8e03
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Writers are great lovers. They fall in love with other writers. That's how they learn to write. They take on a writer, read everything by him or her, read it over again until they understand how the writer moves, pauses, and sees. That's what being a lover is: stepping out of yourself, stepping into someone else's skin.
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love
writing
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Natalie Goldberg |
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04f5658
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I'm liking that I can throw any kind of sentence at her without worrying it's too out there.
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crazy
friendship
love
nick-o-leary
norah-silverberg
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Rachel Cohn |
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8687028
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"One day, as Sarita tended to the wash, Gemma played in the garden. She was a knight, you see, with a sword fashioned out of wood. Most formidable, she was, though I didn't quite know how formidable. As I sat in my study, I heard screaming from outside. I ran to see what the commotion was. Sarita called to me, wide-eyed with fear, "Oh, Mr. Doyle, look- over there!" The tiger had entered the garden and was making his way toward where our Gemma frolicked with her wooden sword. Beside me, our house servant, Raj, drew his blade so stealthily it seemed to simply appear in his hand by magic. But Sarita stayed his hand. "If you run for him with your life, you will provoke the tiger," she advised. "We must wait."... I must tell you that it was the longest moment of my life. No one dared move. No one dared draw a breath. And all the while, Gemma played on, taking no notice until the great cat was upon her. She stood and faced him. They stared at one another as if each wondered what to make of the other, as if they sensed a kindred spirit. At last, Gemma placed her sword upon the ground. "Dear tiger," she said. "You may pass if you are peaceful." The tiger looked at the sword and back at Gemma, and without a sound, it passed on, dissappearing into the jungle." ... "The tiger had gone. He did not come around a gain. But I was a man possessed. The tiger had come too close, you see. I no longer felt safe. I hired the best tracker in Bombay. We hunted for days, tracking the tiger to the mountains there. We found him taking water from a small watering hole. He looked up but he did not charge. He took no notice of us at all but continued to drink. "Sahib, let us go," the boy said. "This tiger means you no harm." He was right, of course. But we had come all that way. The gun was in my hand. The tiger was before us. I took aim and shot it dead on the spot. I sold the tiger's skin for a fortune to a man in Bombay, and he called me brave for it. But it was not courage that brought me to that; it was fear..."But you," he says, smiling with a mix of sadness and pride, "you faced the tiger and survived." ... "The time has come for me to face my tiger, to look him in the eye and see which of us survives." - Mr. Doyle" --
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gemma-doyle
love
tiger
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Libba Bray |
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d4c4d1a
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"Trains are relentless things, aren't they, Monsieur Poirot? People are murdered and die, but they go on just the same. I am talking nonsense, but you know what I mean." "Yes, yes, I know. Life is like a train, Mademoiselle. It goes on. And it is a good thing that that is so." "Why?" "Because the train gets to its journey's end at last, and there is a proverb about that in your language, Mademoiselle." "'Journey's end in lovers meeting.'" Lenox laughed. "That is not going to be true for me." "Yes--yes, it is true. You are young, younger than you yourself know. Trust the train, Mademoiselle, for it is le bon Dieu who drives it." The whistle of the engine came again. "Trust the train, Mademoiselle," murmured Poirot again. "And trust Hercule Poirot. He knows."
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love
poirot
train
trust
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Agatha Christie |
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ecb5bc4
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Love is a curious mixture of opposites, a blend of extreme selfishness and total devotion. A paradox! Besides which, love, everybody is always talking about love, love, but love isn't something you choose, you catch it like a disease, you get trapped in it, like a disaster.
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disease
love
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Amos Oz |
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ffbf722
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I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be Romeo.
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birth
identity
inspiration
inspirational
life
love
name
names
new-life
poetry
resurrection
shakespeare
theater
theatre
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William Shakespeare |
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a12f7ea
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Searching for a mind long lost I found it shaping colors and history near the cliffs of your heart.
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healing
love
love-heals
mystical-passion
passion
passionate-love
rebirth
recovery
romance
survival
twin-flames
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Aberjhani |
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8ff908e
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If we lived for ever, what you say would be true. But we have to die, we have to leave life presently. Injustice and greed would be the real thing if we lived for ever. As it is, we must hold to other things, because Death is coming. I love death - not morbidly, but because He explains. He shows me the emptiness of Money. Death and Money are the eternal foes. Not Death and Life. . . . Death destroys a man: the idea of Death saves him. Behind the coffins and the skeletons that stay the vulgar mind lies something so immense that all that is great in us responds to it. Men of the world may recoil from the charnel-house that they will one day enter, but Love knows better. Death is his foe, but his peer, and in their age-long struggle the thews of Love have been strengthened, and his vision cleared, until there is no one who can stand against him.
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life
love
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E.M. Forster |
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2e6def4
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Be beautiful for yourself, Janie. And only if you want to. If a man is worthy of you, he'll see more beauty in who you are than in what you look like.
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inspirational
janie
love
sweet
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Penny Reid |
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6057ad3
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Love makes us wake up in the morning with a sense of purpose and a flow of creative ideas. Love floods our nervous system with positive energy, making us far more attractive to prospective employers, clients, and creative partners. Love fills us with powerful charisma, enabling us to produce new ideas and new projects, even within circumstances that seem to be limited. Love leads us to atone for our errors and clean up the mess when we've made mistakes. Love leads us to act with impeccability, integrity, and excellence. Love leads us to serve, to forgive, and to hope. Those things are the opposite of a poverty consciousness; they're the stuff of spiritual wealth creation.
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love
wealth
work
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Marianne Williamson |
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0802171
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Theologians talk about a prevenient grace that precedes grace itself and allows us to accept it. I think there must also be a prevenient courage that allows us to be brave - that is, to acknowledge that there is more beauty than our eyes can bear, that precious things have been put into our hands and to do nothing to honor them is to do great harm. And therefore, this courage allows us, as the old men said, to make ourselves useful. It allows us to be generous, which is another way of saying exactly the same thing.
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brave
courage
generous
giving
grace
kindness
life
love
stewardship
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Marilynne Robinson |
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767e750
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"A family in my sister's neighborhood was recently stricken with a double tragedy, when both the young mother and her three-year-old son were diagnosed with cancer. When Catherine told me about this, I could only say, shocked, "Dear God, that family needs grace." She replied firmly, "That family needs casseroles," and proceeded to organize the entire neighborhood into bringing that family dinner, in shifts, every single night, for an entire year. I do not know if my sister fully recognizes that this IS grace."
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grace
love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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a8a3632
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He wishes he had never entered the funhouse. But he has. Then he wishes he were dead. But he's not. Therefore he will construct funhouses for others and be their secret operator -- though he would rather be among the lovers for whom funhouses are designed.
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life
love
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John Barth |
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545a021
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"But I love him." "So love him." "But I miss him." "So miss him. Send him love and light every time you think about him, and then drop it."
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love
unrequited-love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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e005813
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Why doesn't hatred kill desire? I would have given anything to sleep. I would have behaved like a schoolboy if I had believed in the possibility of a substitute. But there was a time when I had tried to find a substitute, and it hadn't worked.
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love
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Graham Greene |
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c243bfe
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why, it beats so i can love you.
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heart
love
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Ronlyn Domingue |
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65952ac
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The heart is greater than the universe, for it can find pity in it for everything in the universe, and the universe itself can feel no pity. The heart is greater than a King, because a heart can know a King for what he is, and still love him. And once you give your heart, you cannot take it back.
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love
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Neil Gaiman |
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e4a63dd
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And I ask myself what it is about me that makes this wonderful, beautiful woman return. Is it because I'm pathetic, helpless in my current state, completely dependent on her? Or is it my sense of humour, my willingness to tease her, to joke my way into painful, secret places? Do I help her understand herself? Do I make her happy? Do I do something for her that her husband and son can't do? Has she fallen in love with me? As the days pass and I continue to heal, my body knitting itself back together, I begin to allow myself to think that she has.
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dependence
happiness
helplessness
love
pathetic
sense-of-humor
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Mohsin Hamid |
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6fdb1ff
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"I tried to go to sleep with my headphones still on, but then after a while my mom and dad came in, and my mom grabbed Bluie from the shelf and hugged him to her stomach, and my dad sat down in my desk chair, and without crying he said, 'You are not a grenade, not to us. Thinking about you dying makes us sad, Hazel, but you are not a grenade. You are amazing. You can't know, sweetie, because you've never had a baby become a brilliant young reader with a side interest in horrible television shows, but the joy you bring us is so much greater than the sadness we feel about your illness.' 'Okay,' I said.
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love
parents-and-children
sickness
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John Green |
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b5947f7
|
"When her muzzle grew more white than brown, the chipmunk forgot that she and the squirrel had had nothing to talk about. She forgot the definition of "jazz" as well and came to think of it as every beautiful thing she had ever failed to appreciate: the taste of warm rain; the smell of a baby; the din of a swollen river, rushing past her tree and onward to infinity."
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infinity
jazz
love
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David Sedaris |
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b9ceb15
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What a strange girl you are.
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love
the-price-of-salt
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Patricia Highsmith |
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e5841f1
|
Aelin slumbered beside him, her breathing deep and even, yet again wearing one of his shirts. Some primal part of him snarled in satisfaction at the sight, at knowing she was covered in his scent.
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love
pg514
rowan-whitethorn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c9afeb7
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Just like that. From a hundred miles an hour to asleep in a nanosecond. I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not f*ck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.
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love
people
unrequited-love
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John Green |
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4a004bb
|
It is strange,' he said at last. 'I had longed to enter the world of men. Now I see it filled with sorrow, with cruelty and treachery, with those who would destroy all around them.' 'Yet, enter it you must,' Gwydion answered, 'for it is a destiny laid on each of us. True, you have seen these things. But there are equal parts of love and joy.
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cruelty
joy
love
manhood
sorrow
treachery
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Lloyd Alexander |
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21b1c67
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As my Popo used to say, life is a tapestry we weave day by day with threads of different colors, some heavy and dark, others thin and bright, all the threads having their uses. The stupid things I did are already in the tapestry, indelible, but I'm not going to be weighed down by them till I die. What's done is done; I have to look ahead.
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love
moving-forward
people
stupidity
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Isabel Allende |
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4e3e5a7
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"You and I, we must carry on, Gemma. I cannot afford the luxury of love. I must marry well. And now I must look after you. It is my duty." "If you wish to suffer, you do so of your own free will, not on my behalf. Or Father's or Grandmama's or anyone's. You are a fine physician, Thomas. Why is that not enough?" "Because it isn't," he says with a rare candor. "Only this and the hope of nothing more? A quiet respectability with no true greatness or heroism in it, with only my reputation to recommend me. So you see, Gemma, you are not the only one who cannot rule her own life."
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control
gemma-doyle
life
love
responsibility
thomas-doyle
yearn
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Libba Bray |
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4f97141
|
It was only when we were in that bed, high above the world - then I thought the birds could have been circling around our bodies circled around each other - that we made our world totally separated from everything else. It was the only way we could be together.
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eurydice
love
lovers
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Kathy Acker |
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2e90242
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I had always been taught that the pursuit of happiness was my natural (even national) birthright. It is the emotional trademark of my culture to seek happiness. Not just any kind of happiness, either, but profound happiness, even soaring happiness. And what could possibly bring a person more soaring happiness than romantic love.
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love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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522ee46
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Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually wracked with pain.
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love
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Philip Pullman |
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b6d7a85
|
For our people, butterflies are a symbol of hope. It's said that if you capture one in your hands and whisper your dreams to it, it will carry them up to the heavens so that the wish can be granted.
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hope
inspirational
love
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Sherrilyn Kenyon |
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fe186ea
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I don't think she realized how much she cared for him, or he for her, until the end. Hasn't someone said a woman may be known by the men who love her enough to die for her? (If they haven't, I claim the credit myself.)
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amelia
love
nefret
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Elizabeth Peters |
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342cd10
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I don't know what falling in love for me is. The concept of romantic love arose in the Middle Ages. Now remember, the Arabs don't even have a word for love--that is, a word for love apart from physical attraction or sex. And this separation of love and sex is a western concept, a Christian concept. As to what falling in love means, I'm uncertain. Love, well, it means simply physical attraction and liking a person at the same time.
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love
love-as-a-western-concept
physical-attraction
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William S. Burroughs |
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4054d60
|
Love transforms and love cures;but,sometimes,love builds deadly traps and can end up destroying a person who had resolved to give him or herself completely.What is this complex feeling which,deep down,is the only reason we continue to live,struggle and improve?
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love
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Paulo Coelho |
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7e1caf5
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Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love.
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love
relationships
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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6177779
|
He was done talking. Aiden came off the wall so fast the water reacted in a frenzy of bubbling. He--we--were in a frenzy. His arms crushed me to him, his mouth demanding, saying those three little words over and over again without speaking them. Aiden lifted me up, one hand burying deep in my hair, the other pressing into my lower back, fitting us together. He turned and my back was against the edge and he was everywhere all at once, stealing my breath, my heart, my soul. There was no coming up for air, no control or limits. There was no tottering on the edge. We both fell headfirst. In his arms, in the way the water bubbled and moved with our bodies, I may've lost track of time, but I gained a little part of me. I gained a part of him that U would hold close for the rest of my days, no matter how long or short that turned out to be.
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alex
jasmine-pool
love
underworld
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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d7e1bbb
|
There was no reason for Bella Swan to cross paths with me. She would be avoided like the plague she was.
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edward-cullen
love
love-story
midnight-sun
twilight-saga
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Stephenie Meyer |
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d7892f9
|
Why does it have to be so hard? Why can't it be a happily-ever-after ride-into-the-sunset feeling all the time?
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jason
love
percy
piper
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Rick Riordan |
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cb63f43
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"October O love, turn from the changing sea and gaze, Down these grey slopes, upon the year grown old, A-dying 'mid the autumn-scented haze That hangeth o'er the hollow in the wold, Where the wind-bitten ancient elms infold Grey church, long barn, orchard, and red-roofed stead, Wrought in dead days for men a long while dead. Come down, O love; may not our hands still meet, Since still we live today, forgetting June, Forgetting May, deeming October sweet? - - Oh, hearken! hearken! through the afternoon The grey tower sings a strange old tinkling tune! Sweet, sweet, and sad, the toiling year's last breath, To satiate of life, to strive with death. And we too -will it not be soft and kind, That rest from life, from patience, and from pain, That rest from bliss we know not when we find, That rest from love which ne'er the end can gain? - Hark! how the tune swells, that erewhile did wane!
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bliss
life
love
october
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William Morris |
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e18b1c8
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The snag in this business of falling in love, aged relative, is that the parties of the first part so often get mixed up with the wrong parties of the second part, robbed of their cooler judgement by the party of the second part's glamour. Put it like this: the male sex is divided into rabbits and non-rabbits and the female sex into dashers and dormice, and the trouble is that the male rabbit has a way of getting attracted by the female dasher (who would be fine for the non-rabbit) and realizing too late that he ought to have been concentrating on some mild, gentle dormouse with whom he could settle down peacefully and nibble lettuce.
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love
misfortune
trouble
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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7f14c10
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She had never understood either of the men she had loved and so she had lost them both. Now, she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.
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love
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Margaret Mitchell |
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5360933
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Maggie squeezes my hand. It's a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
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love
okay
trust
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Simone Elkeles |
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0a1616a
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Josh had told me a long time ago that he had this theory that an entire relationship was based on what occurred over the course of the first five minutes you know each other. That everything that came after those first minutes was just details being filled in. Meaning: you already knew how deep the love was, how instinctually you felt about someone. What happened in their first five minutes? Time stopped.
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love
time
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Laura Dave |
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f41fcfd
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But it's a person's imperfections that make them perfect for someone else.
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lola-and-the-boy-next-door
love
relationships
stephanie-perkins
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Stephanie Perkins |
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c9e5b55
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You make me believe in love, which I'd give up on. Thank you for proving to me it's not just a fairy tale.
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love
lovers-love-story
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Simone Elkeles |
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63d5bac
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"And if there's bad behaviour," Mma Potokwane went on. "If there's bad behaviour, the quickest way of stopping it is to give more love. That always works, you know. People say we must punish when there is wrongdoing, but if you punish you're only punishing yourself. And what's the point of that?"
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love
punishment
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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06a6649
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The previously unloved may find it hard to believe that they are now loved; that is such a miracle, they feel; such a miracle.
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life
love
miracles
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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9de6d34
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She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self
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leo-tolstoy
love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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602a895
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"Dr. Urbino caught the parrot around the neck with a triumphant sigh: ca y est. But he released him immediately because the ladder slipped from under his feet and for an instant he was suspended in the air and then he realized that he had died without Communion, without time to repent of anything or to say goodbye to anyone, at seven minutes after four on Pentecost Sunday. Fermina Daza was in the kitchen tasting the soup for supper when she heard Digna Pardo's horrified shriek and the shouting of the servants and then of the entire neighborhood. She dropped the tasting spoon and tried to run despite the invincible weight of her age, screaming like a madwoman without knowing yet what had happened under the mango leaves, and her heart jumped inside her ribs when she saw her man lying on his back in the mud, dead to this life but still resisting death's final blow for one last minute so that she would have time to come to him. He recognized her despite the uproar, through his tears of unrepeatable sorrow at dying without her, and he looked for her for the last and final time with eyes more luminous, more grief-stricken, more grateful that she had ever seen them in the half century of a shared life, and he managed to say to her with his last breath: "Only God knows how much I loved you."
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love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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cc14b7b
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Isn't it terrible the way some unworthy folks are loved, while others that deserve it far more, you'd think, never get much affection?
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love
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L.M. Montgomery |
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791bc5b
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You can fall in love and make love many times but there is only one bullet with your name etched on the side. And if you are lucky enough to be shot with that bullet then the wound never heals.
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love
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Michael Connelly |
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45d91cd
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Although sex was something they both regarded as perilous, marriage had, by contrast, seemed safe- a safe house in a world of danger; the ultimate haven of two solitary, fearful souls. When you were single, this was what everyone who was already married was always telling you. Daniel himself had said it to his unmarried friends. It was, however, a lie. Sex had everything to do with violence, that was true, and marriage was at once a container for the madness between men and women and a fragile hedge against it, as religion was to death, and the laws of physics to the immense quantity of utter emptiness of which the universe was made. But there was nothing at all safe about marriage. It was a doubtful enterprise, a voyage in an untested craft, across a hostile ocean, with a map that was a forgery and with no particular destination but the grave.
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love
marriage
sex
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Michael Chabon |
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2904c4d
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He was comparing you to the butterflies that you both adore and cherish, and he said you were special for the same reasons: you were rare, exotic and entirely you. He said you're beautiful exactly the way are now.
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cecelia-ahern
exotic
inspirational
love
names
true-love
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Cecelia Ahern |
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f0cc6bf
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He is thinking about asymmetry. This is a world, he is thinking, where you can lie in bed, listening to a song as you dream about someone you love, and your feelings and the music will resonate so powerfully and completely that it seems impossible that the beloved, whoever and wherever he or she might be, should not know, should not pick up this signal as it pulsates from your heart, as if you and the music and the love and the whole universe have merged into one force that can be chanelled out into the darkness to bring them this message. But, in actuality, not only will he or she not know, there is nothing to stop that other person from lying on his or her bed at the exact moment listening to the exact same song and thinking about someone else entirely-from aiming those identical feelings in some completely opposite direction, at some totally other person, who may in turn be lying in the dark thinking of another person still, a fourth, who is thinking of a fifth, and so on, and so on, so that rather than a universe of neatly reciprocating pairs, love and love-returned fluttering through space nicely and symmetrically like so many pairs of butterfly wings, instead we get chains of yearning, which sprawl and meander and culminate in an infinite number of dead ends.
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love
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Paul Murray |
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1b2309a
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lm ykwn mtHdyn bHnn laW fy llyl 'thn lnwm. kn ymskn dy'man b'ydyhm ftuns~ `ndy'dh lhwy@ (hwy@ Dw lnhr) lty knt tfSl bynhm. wlkn hdhh llyly lm tkn t`Ty twms l lwqt wl lwsyl@ lHmyth wl`tn bh. ldhlk fhw `ndm kn yrh fy lSbH ynqbD qlbh wyrtjf khwfan mn 'jlh: knt tbdw Hzyn@ wmtw`k@.
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friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
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ميلان كونديرا |
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a58e2c9
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Happy endings are best achieved by keeping the right doors locked
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happy-endings
love
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Margaret Atwood |
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17fda3f
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"Rhys absorbed that with chagrin. "No one has ever accused me of being a romantic," he said ruefully. "If you were, how would you propose?" He thought for a moment. "I would begin by teaching you a Welsh word. There's no equivalent in English." she repeated, trying to pronounce it with a tapped R, as he had. "Aye. It's a longing for something that was lost, or never existed. You feel it for a person or a place, or a time in your life...it's a sadness of the soul. calls to a Welshman even when he's closest to happiness, reminding him that he's incomplete." Her brow knit with concern. "Do you feel that way?" "Since the day I was born." He looked down into her small, lovely face. "But not when I'm with you. That's why I want to marry you."
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hiraeth
love
proposal
rhys-winterborne
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Lisa Kleypas |
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6cece84
|
I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout out into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I'm in love with you.
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augustus
cuteness
love
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John Green |
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042e0bd
|
There's no such thing as effortless beauty--you should know that. There's no effort which is not beautiful--lifting a heavy stone or loving you. Loving you is like lifting a heavy stone. It would be easier not to do it and I'm not quite sure why I am doing it. It takes all my strength and all my determination, and I said I wouldn't love someone again like this. Is there any sense in loving someone you can only wake up to by chance?
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effort
love
work
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Jeanette Winterson |
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a2faf97
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When you pray for what you most want in the world, its opposite comes along with it. I was given a woman whom I truly loved and who truly loved me. The opposite side of such a love is the pain of its loss. I can only feel such pain today because until yesterday I knew that love.
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love
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Salman Rushdie |
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62bd6d7
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Love is holy.
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love
quotes
quotes-to-live-by
shakespeare
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William Shakespeare |
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97218fc
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She thought in would be awkward for both to be brought into conscious collision; and fancied that, from her being on a low seat at first, and now standing behind her father, he had overlooked her in his haste. As if he did not feel the consciousness of her presence all over, though his eyes had never rested on her!
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love
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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aaa6319
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"Some love comes like the wind off the sea, while others grow slowly from the seeds of friendship and kindness." - Carline"
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friendzone
kindness
love
love-at-first-sight
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Raymond E. Feist |
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6713df1
|
"Nesryn Sobbed, tugging and tugging. Sartaq smiled at her gently. Sweetly. In a way she had not yet seen. "I Loved you before I ever set eyes on you," he said. "Please," Nesryn wept. Sartaq's hand tightened on hers. "I wish we'd had time." A Hiss behind him, a rising bulk of shining black Then the prince was gone. Ripped from her hands. As if he had never been."
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|
love
nesryn-faliq
sadness
sartaq-urus
sjm
tower-of-dawn
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Sarah J. Maas |
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b0527e4
|
If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.
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love
people
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Stephen Chbosky |
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423e5ec
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No one can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and Money.
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god
love
money
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Anonymous |
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5829087
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I've learned that the more people I love -- and I mean really, really, completely, unconditionally love -- the happier I am.
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happiness
love
penny-reid
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Penny Reid |
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7535caf
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I won't be a slave to the past. I'll love where I choose.
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love
prejudice
selflessness
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Thomas Hardy |
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75d7ce1
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Do you know, I think that of all your idiosyncrasies that choke you give, when you are determined not to laugh, is the one that most enchants me.
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love
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Georgette Heyer |
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c97dd3b
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People don't demand that a thing be reasonable if their emotions are touched. Lovers aren't reasonable, are they?
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love
reasonable
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Graham Greene |
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61310fa
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Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye.
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love
true
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William Shakespeare |
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d2807e6
|
And there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless life I have dragged on for months past? Doing nothing, expecting nothing; merging night in day; feeling but the sensation of cold when I let the fire go out, of hunger when I forgot to eat: and then a ceaseless sorrow, and, at times, a very delirium of desire to behold my Jane again. Yes: for her restoration I longed, far more than for that of my lost sight. How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.
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jane-eyre
love
mr-rochester
sight
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Charlotte Brontë |
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0046a34
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And now let us love and take that which is given us, and be happy; for in the grave there is no love and no warmth, nor any touching of the lips. Nothing perchance, or perchance but bitter memories of what might have been.
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death
life
love
lovers
mortality
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H. Rider Haggard |
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d78da70
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This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens towards permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.
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finding-strength-in-love
human-nature
love
love-that-lasts
lovers
philosophy-of-love
romance
strength
weakness
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Salman Rushdie |
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0c77f63
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Once upon a time there was a mother who, in order to become a mother, had agreed to change her name; who set herself the task of falling in love with her husband bit-by-bit, but who could n ever manage to love one part, the part, curiously enough, which made possible her motherhood; whose feet were hobbled by verrucas and whose shoulders were stooped beneath the accumulating guilts of the world; whose husband's unlovable organ failed to recover from the effects of a freeze; and who, like her husband, finally succumbed to the mysteries of telephones, spending long minutes listening to the words of wrong-number callers . . . shortly after my tenth birthday (when I had recovered from the fever which has recently returned to plague me after an interval of nearly twenty-one years), Amina Sinai resumed her recent practice of leaving suddenly, and always immediately after a wrong number, on urgent shopping trips.
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love
motherhood
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Salman Rushdie |
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07c50e0
|
"Simon stopped breathing until her forefinger touched his nipple, and then his hand shot up to cover hers. "I want you," he said. Her eyes flicked downward, and her lips curved ever so slightly. "I know." "No," he groaned, pulling her closer. "I want to be in your heart. I want-" His entire body shuddered when their skin touched. "I want to be in your soul."
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intimacy
love
simon
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Julia Quinn |
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66608db
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The true warrior isn't immune to fear. She fights in spite of it.
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fear
love
warrior
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Francesca Lia Block |
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c335ef4
|
You know well I couldn't bear to live with a low common man after you two; and it's wicked and cruel of you to insult me by pretending I could.
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love
men
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George Bernard Shaw |
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1d4d9da
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You are my brother and I love you. I love you worshipping in your church, kneeling in your temple, and praying in your mosque. You and I and all are children of one religion, for the varied paths of religion are but the fingers of the loving hand of the Supreme Being, extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, anxious to receive all.
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love
poetry
tolerance
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Kahlil Gibran |
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831d067
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You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
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like
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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86fe157
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Two lost things that had survived the seas and arrived on a coastline. What did they do? They implanted themselves in the sand and grew into trees and lined the beaches. Sometimes a lot can come of being all washed up. You can really grow.
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hope
inspirational
lesson
life
love
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Cecelia Ahern |
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fb13b3b
|
At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?
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disappointed
feeling
felt
her
in-love
love
no-peace
not-rather
painful
times
use
what-if
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Larry McMurtry |
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ad5aa65
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Maybe love is thinking that every time your partner does or says something mundane that you want to start a Mexican wave from here to Uzbekistan in utter delight.
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love
quote
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Cecelia Ahern |
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8bc5d21
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I know love is dark work; you have to get your hands dirty. If you hold back, nothing interesting happens. At the same time, you have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you; too far and they abandon you. How to hold them in the right relation?
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hanif-kureishi
intimacy
love
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Hanif Kureishi |
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a06d47c
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Do not grieve so much for a husband lost that it wastes away your life.
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|
grieve
life
loss
love
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Euripides |
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006c170
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"Joscelin, is love supposed to make you feel like you're sick and dying, and mad enough to hit someone and drunk with joy, and your heart's a boulder n your chest trying to burst into a thousand pieces all at once?" "Mm-hmm." He finished his ale. "That would be love." --
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imriel-no-montreve
joscelin-verreuil
love
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Jacqueline Carey |
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f582602
|
Sometimes, kismet happens.
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kismet
love
new-moon
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stephenie meyer |
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5c44b3a
|
It was a kiss to level mountains and shake stars from the sky. It was a kiss to make angels faint and demons weep...a passionate, demanding, soul-searing kiss that nearly knocked the earth off its axis.
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love
soul
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Lisa Kleypas |
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ed239b4
|
"At first I wasn't all that tempted by him, but then he killed the spider. Which was a huge point in his favor." "Absolutely. I love men who kill bugs." "And then when I was freaking out and couldn't breathe, he was so...gentle." Zoe sighed and colored, remembering. "He was holding me, and talking to me in that voice...you know, sort of low and rough around the edges..." "All the Nolans sound like that," Justine said reflectively. "Like they've got a mild case of bronchitis. Totally hot."
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love
magic
romance
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Lisa Kleypas |
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e0570cf
|
The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time.
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|
love
romance
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Orhan Pamuk |
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3873803
|
"Anyone who knows how scary it is to be alone, can't help loving others." ~Rin Sohma"
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love
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Natsuki Takaya |
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461c04b
|
icen que a lo largo de nuestra vida tenemos dos grandes amores; uno con el que te casas o vives para siempre, puede que el padre o la madre de tus hijos, esa persona con la que consigues la compenetracion maxima para estar el resto de tu vida junto a ella. Y dicen que hay un segundo gran amor, una persona que perderas siempre. Alguien con quien naciste conectado, tan conectado que las fuerzas de la quimica escapan a la razon y te impedira, siempre, alcanzar un final feliz. Hasta que cierto dia dejaras de intentarlo. Te rendiras y buscaras a esa otra persona que acabaras encontrando. Pero te aseguro que no pasaras una sola noche sin necesitar otro beso suyo, o tan siquiera discutir una vez mas. Todos sabeis de que estoy hablando, porque mientras estabais leyendo esto os ha venido su nombre a la cabeza. Te libraras de el o de ella, dejaras de sufrir, conseguiras encontrar la paz (le sustituiras por la calma), pero te aseguro que no pasara un dia en que desees que estuviera aqui para perturbarte... Porque, a veces, se desprende mas energia discutiendo con alguien a quien amas que haciendo el amor con alguien a quien aprecias.
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book
coelho
love
quote
sad
tragic
true
verdad
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Paulo Coelho |
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bd97b06
|
I blame Hollywood for skewing perspectives. Life is just a big romantic comedy to them, and if you meet cute, happily ever-after is a forgone conclusion.
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life
love
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Jonathan Tropper |
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5eae11c
|
I needed to know that there was such a thing as love and that it brought smiles and joy in its wake.
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|
joy
love
smiles
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Elie Wiesel |
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5186f41
|
Love is mysterious and rad, like Steve Perry from Journey
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|
humor
love
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Diablo Cody |
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cecd3d8
|
In Irena's head the alcohol plays a double role: it frees her fantasy, encourages her boldness, makes her sensual, and at the same time it dims her memory. She makes love wildly, lasciviously, and at the same time the curtain of oblivion wraps her lewdness in an all-concealing darkness. As if a poet were writing his greatest poem with ink that instantly disappears.
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|
drinking
forget
forgetting
love
personality
poet
poetry
sex
writing
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Milan Kundera |
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4a19f92
|
Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the braille weren't so damned much fun.
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love
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Armistead Maupin |
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7bbe6de
|
"Fang swerved closer to me, big and supremely graceful, like a black panther with wings. Oh, God. I'm so stupid. Forget I just said that. "He needs a Band-Aid," I said. A look passed between me and Fang, full of suppressed humor, relief, understanding,love -- Forget I said that too. I don't know what's wrong with me."
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|
flying
friendship
funny
humor
lol
love
relief
understanding
wings
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James Patterson |
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bc47ba8
|
When Nico had woken up at Barrachina and found the Hunters' note about kidnapping Reyna, he'd torn apart the courtyard in rage. He didn't want the Hunters stealing another important person from him. Fortunately, he'd got Reyna back, but he didn't like how brooding she had become. Every time he tried to ask her about the incident on the Calle San Jose - those ghosts on the balcony, all staring at her, whispering accusations - Reyna shut him down.
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|
family
friendship
love
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Rick Riordan |
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2fd6ced
|
I didn't know how much I could love until you were gone. Until your laughter no longer filled my home, your wicked high jinks no longer made me crazy. Until I stood in that damned club and knew, without you by side, my life was as empty as my bed was without you in it. I didn't know what love was, until I saw my refusal to admit it drown all the sweet innocence in your eyes. I love you.
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love
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Lora Leigh |
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0555fb4
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The universe, which is not merely the stars and the moon and the planets, flowers, grass and trees, but other people, has evolved no terms for your existence, has made no room for you, and if love will not swing wide the gates, no other power will or can. And if one despairs-- as who has not?-- of human love, God's love alone is left.
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|
love
religion
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James Baldwin |
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f5b9a1d
|
For all his wisdom, he did not know that love cannot be tested. Honesty can be tested and loyalty. But there is not test for love. Love goes on forever, once it begins, even if we come to hate the one we love. Love goes on forever because love is born in the part of us that does not die.
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|
love
test
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Gregory David Roberts |
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5c7b997
|
Beauty is the only human aspect which cannot be captured on any canvas howsoever hard an artist tries. At the most, the undaunted artist can replicate the beauty on paper but what is a replica in comparison to the original! The humbling resemblance can only be respected, not truly adored
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beauty
inspirational
love
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Faraaz Kazi |
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28bb1c4
|
Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.
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love
sensuality
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Edith Wharton |
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aebb1ce
|
"I loved her [Gilberte]; I was sorry not to have had the time and the inspiration to insult her, to hurt her, to force her to keep some memory of me. I thought her so beautiful that I should have liked to be able to retrace my steps so as to shake my fist at her and shout, "I think you're hideous, grotesque; how I loathe you!"_"
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love
unrequited-love
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Marcel Proust |
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00b237b
|
"Men," said Mr. Kyle, "people have been trying to understand dogs ever since the beginning of time. One never knows what they'll do. You can read every day where a dog saved the life of a drowning child, or lay down his life for his master. Some people call this loyalty. I don't. I may be wrong, but I call it love--the deepest kind of love."
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love
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Wilson Rawls |
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c522223
|
I read once that you need two things to be happy: any two of health, money, and love. You can cover the absense of one with the other two... But now I realized this was unmitigated bullshit, because health and money did not compare with love at all.
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|
love
money
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Max Barry |
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4b7c485
|
When you meet someone so different from yourself, in a good way, you don't even have to kiss to have fireworks go off.
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kiss
love
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Lisa Schroeder |
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8e4b288
|
Nefret had always had an uncanny ability to read his thoughts. 'Did she cry?' she asked sweetly. 'And then you kissed her? You shouldn't have done that. I'm sure you meant well, but kissing someone out of pity is always a mistake.
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love
mistakes
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Elizabeth Peters |
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bfa0092
|
Love is not sufficient. It never has been. Stories that claim otherwise are lies. There's always SOMETHING after happily ever after.
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|
happily-ever-after
love
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Arthur Phillips |
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ab88786
|
Just because I don't deserve her doesn't mean I won't fight to keep her.
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love
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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272b6fb
|
"I love you," was his reply. "I make myself keep on loving you, despite what you do. I've got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe in you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us." --
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|
best-interests
despite
faith
family
love
mothers
replies
see
sight
trust
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V.C. Andrews |
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5f933ee
|
"Instructions for Dad. I don't want to go into a fridge at an undertaker's. I want you to keep me at home until the funeral. Please can someone sit with me in case I got lonely? I promise not to scare you. I want to be buried in my butterfly dress, my lilac bra and knicker set and my black zip boots (all still in the suitcase that I packed for Sicily). I also want to wear the bracelet Adam gave me. Don't put make-up on me. It looks stupid on dead people. I do NOT want to be cremated. Cremations pollute the atmosphere with dioxins,k hydrochloric acid, hydrofluoric acid, sulphur dioxide and carbon dioxide. They also have those spooky curtains in crematoriums. I want a biodegradable willow coffin and a woodland burial. The people at the Natural Death Centre helped me pick a site not for from where we live, and they'll help you with all the arrangements. I want a native tree planted on or near my grave. I'd like an oak, but I don't mind a sweet chestnut or even a willow. I want a wooden plaque with my name on. I want wild plants and flowers growing on my grave. I want the service to be simple. Tell Zoey to bring Lauren (if she's born by then). Invite Philippa and her husband Andy (if he wants to come), also James from the hospital (though he might be busy). I don't want anyone who doesn't know my saying anything about me. THe Natural Death Centre people will stay with you, but should also stay out of it. I want the people I love to get up and speak about me, and even if you cry it'll be OK. I want you to say honest things. Say I was a monster if you like, say how I made you all run around after me. If you can think of anything good, say that too! Write it down first, because apparently people often forget what they mean to say at funerals. Don't under any circumstances read that poem by Auden. It's been done to death (ha, ha) and it's too sad. Get someone to read Sonnet 12 by Shakespeare. Music- "Blackbird" by the Beatles. "Plainsong" by The Cure. "Live Like You Were Dying" by Tim McGraw. "All the Trees of the Field Will Clap Their Hands" by Sufian Stevens. There may not be time for all of them, but make sure you play the last one. Zoey helped me choose them and she's got them all on her iPod (it's got speakers if you need to borrow it). Afterwards, go to a pub for lunch. I've got PS260 in my savings account and I really want you to use it for that. Really, I mean it-lunch is on me. Make sure you have pudding-sticky toffee, chocolate fudge cake, ice-cream sundae, something really bad for you. Get drunk too if you like (but don't scare Cal). Spend all the money. And after that, when days have gone by, keep an eye out for me. I might write on the steam in the mirror when you're having a bath, or play with the leaves on the apple tree when you're out in the garden. I might slip into a dream. Visit my grave when you can, but don't kick yourself if you can't, or if you move house and it's suddenly too far away. It looks pretty there in the summer (check out the website). You could bring a picnic and sit with me. I'd like that. OK. That's it.
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|
dad
family
feelings
love
now-is-good
tessa-scott
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Jenny Downham |
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3bd05a3
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"Young friends, whose string-and-tin-can phone extended from island to island, had to pay out more and more string, as if letting kites go higher and higher. They had more and more to tell each other, and less and less string. The boy asked the girl to say "I love you" into her can, giving her no further explanation. And she didn't ask for any, or say "That's silly," or "We're too young for love," or even suggest that she was saying "I love you" because he asked her to. Instead she said, "I love you." The words traveled through the long, long string. The boy covered his can with a lid, removed it from the string, and put her love for him on a shelf in his closet. Of course, he never could open the can, because then he would lose its contents. It was enough just to know it was there."
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love
sweet
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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4a24234
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Faith in God is an opening up, a letting go, a deep trust, a free act of love--but sometimes it was so hard to love. Sometimes my heart was sinking so fast with anger, desolation and weariness, I was afraid it would sink to the very bottom of the Pacific and I would not be able to lift it back up.
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god
love
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Yann Martel |
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f35aeea
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Aimer, ce n'est pas se regarder l'un l'autre, c'est regarder ensemble dans la meme direction.
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love
passion
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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558175f
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"It has been a week since Ami died and this morning I woke suddenly hours before dawn, indeed the same hour as when my mother died. It was not a dream that woke me, but a thought. And with that thought I could swear I heard Ami's voice. But I am not frightened. I am joyous. Joyous with realization. For I cannot help but think what a lucky person I am. Imagine that in all the eons of time, in all the possible universes of which Dara speaks, of all the stars in the heavens, Ami and I came together for one brief and shining sliver of time. I stop. I think.
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death
gratitude
love
mother
space
time
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Kathryn Lasky |
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cec78c9
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It's as if he can no longer acknowledge the love he felt or the pain I am in. I have been dismissed. I don't think I was smarter or as beautiful as the other girls he did this to. It's just that I was me. It was all I had.
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heartbreak
love
love-loss
pain
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Emma Forrest |
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a230b3b
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Bean could see the hunger in their eyes. Not the regular hunger, for food, but the real hunger, the deep hunger, for family, for love, for belonging.
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belonging
family
human-nature
hunger
love
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Orson Scott Card |
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76b3c11
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I've never been afraid of them. Not once. Because I had you.
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dawson-cole
happiness
love
nicholas-sparks
true-love
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Nicholas Sparks |
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dc65d9f
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"I love you too, Will Blakelee," she whispered, leaning in to kiss him again."
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love
romance
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Nicholas Sparks |
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4192fe6
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"Max, you can change your mind." His voice was like autumn leaves dropping lightly onto the ground. "I don't know how." Then my throat felt tight, and I rubbed my fists against my eyes. I dropped my face onto my arms, crossed over my knees. This sucked! I wanted to be back with the oth- Fang's hand gently smoothed my hair off my neck. My breath froze in my chest, and every sense seemed hyperalert. His hand stroked my hair again, so softly, and then trailed across my neck and shoulder and down my back, making me shiver. I looked up. "What the heck are you doing?" "Helping you change your mind," he whispered, and then he leaned over, tilted my chin up, and kissed me."
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change-your-mind
kiss
kissing
love
oh-my-god
omgomgomgomgomg
otp
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James Patterson |
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bef020f
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Why now? Why not? Live or die, a man and a woman need love. There is a need in the race. We need to share. To belong. Perhaps you will die before the year is out. But remember this: to have may be taken from you, to have had never. Far better to have tasted love before dying, than to die alone.
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love
need
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David Gemmell |
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c832886
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Do not cry for me, Azrael. Do not waste your tears. You made your decision. And this is mine. Sacrifice seems to be my destiny. A funny thing for a selfish man, isn't it? They always called me weak back then...
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kingsley
love
mimi
sacrifice
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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cce5bae
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"I don't want to lose you, I love you, and...and that's all I've got." As speeches went, it wasn't great. As feelings went...different story." --
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i-love-you
love
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Kristan Higgins |
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30ad77b
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I love you Bonnie. So much that I hurt with it. And I hate it, and I love it, and I want it to go away, and i want it to stay forever....
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bonnie
clyde
contemporary
favorite
favorite-books
forever
infinity
letgo
lines
love
mustread
one
pain
quotes
romance
stay
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Amy Harmon |
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d8dd179
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Humanity is not without answers or solutions regarding how to liberate itself from scenarios that invariably end with mass exterminations. Tools such as compassion, trust, empathy, love, and ethical discernment are already in our possession. The next sensible step would be to use them.
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compassion-heals-lives
doomsday-scenarios
ending-violent-jihad
extinction
human-nature
humanity-and-society
liberation
love
mass-exterminations
national-history-day
nonviolent-conflict-resolution
police-reform
police-shootings
trust
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Aberjhani |
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2dbec13
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This is where I have always been coming to. Since my time began. And when I go away from here, this will be the mid-point, to which everything ran, before, and from which everything will run. But now, my love, we are here, we are now, and those other times are running elsewhere.
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here-and-now
love
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A.S. Byatt |
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fcceca9
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Falling in love happens so suddenly that it seems, all at once, that you have always been in love.
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falling
love
madness
mental-illness
sudden
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Marya Hornbacher |
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629ba37
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Here's the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.
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love
spared
truth
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David Mitchell |