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13cdfed
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Love is not a thing you can pick up and throw into the gutter and pick up again as the fancy takes you. I am a person, very unfortunately for you, with a quite peculiar dread of thrusting myself or my affections on any one, of in any way outstaying my welcome. The man I would love would be the man I could trust to love me for ever. I do not trust you. I did outstay my welcome once. I did get thrown into the gutter, and came near drowning in that sordid place.
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love
trust
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Elizabeth von Arnim |
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12b5cc3
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In me all affections take place on the surface, but sincerely. I've always been an actor, and in earnest. Whenever I've loved, I've pretended to love, pretending it even to myself.
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love
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Fernando Pessoa |
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2f6d1ab
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Children would struggle desperately to feel love for their parents. Rather than hate a parent, in fact, they'd choose to hate themselves. Love and violence became so intertwined for them that when they grew up and got into relationships, only hysteria could set their hearts at ease.
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hate
love
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Ryū Murakami |
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baa44f7
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I was wrong when I said that I did not regret the past. I do regret it; I weep for that past love which can never return. Who is to blame, I do not know. Love remains, but not the old love; its place remains, but it all wasted away and has lost all strength and substance; recollections are still left, and gratitude; but...
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loss
love
regret
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Leo Tolstoy |
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01563d0
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Nothing loved is ever lost or perished.
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love
perished
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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102c541
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Feelings, she learned, were hard to fight. She treasured his smiles and compliments and tried not to dwell on the fact that he gave this things to his friend Kel. His dreamy-eyed gazes, poems, and fits of passionate melancholy were for Uline. It was hard not to resent the older girl.
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jealousy
love
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Tamora Pierce |
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0f68f68
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When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere.
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love
searching
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Holly Black |
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85f155c
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Of them all, it was the true love. Of them all, it was the best. That other sumptuous love which made one drunk, which one longed for, envied, believed in, that was not life. It was what life was seeking; it was a suspension of life. But to be close to a child, for whom one spent everything, whose life was protected and nourished by one's own, to have that child beside one, at peace, was the real, the deepest, the only joy.
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love
parental-love
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James Salter |
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0e04761
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nh lmn lmDHk-lmbky 'n tSyr 'khlqn lHsn@ bltHdyd fy SlH lshrT@, wlsbb 'nn lm nt`lm lkdhb. fSyG@ l'mr: <> lty rsWkhh abw'h w'mhtn fy 'dhhnn, tj`ln nsh`r bTryq@in aly@ bl`r Hyn nkdhb Ht~ wlw kn 'mm lshrTy ldhy ystjwbn. wnh l'shla `lyn 'n ntkhSm m`h w'n nshtmh (whdh l m`n~ lh) mn 'n nkdhb `lyh SrH@ (fym hdh hw l'mr lwHyd ldhy yjdr lqym bh).
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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4131837
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"Would you ever sleep with me?" he questioned once. "Never," she'd replied, her large eyes shining in the bluish glow from his TV set, "but I love you... in a different way. I'll always be loyal to you, I'll never betray you, that's how I love people."
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asexuality
betrayal
glow
love
loyal
sleep
television
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Rebecca McNutt |
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0cd0793
|
I guess that's what growing up is. Saying good-by to a lot of things. Sometimes it is easy and sometimes it isn't. But it is all right.
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growing-up
love
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Beverly Cleary (Author) |
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c6cd995
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mn ybGy <> bstmrr, `lyh 'n yst`d ywman llSb@ bldwr. lkn m hw ldwr? 'hw lkhwf mn lsqwT? wlkn lmdh nSb bldwr `l~ shrf@ lsTH Ht~ wlw knt mzwd@ bdrbzyn mtyn? dhlk 'n ldwr shy mkhtlf `n lkhwf mn lsqwT. nh Swt lfrG yndyn mn l'sfl fyjdhbn wyftnn. nh lrGb@ fy lsqwT lty nqwmh fym b`d wqt 'Sbtn ldh`r.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
|
ميلان كونديرا |
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0b49c6f
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"Heaven, envious of our joys, is waxen pale; And when we whisper, then the stars fall down
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heaven
love
stars
whisper
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Marlowe Christopher |
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447c4b1
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"It's a good thing you're an aging orphan," he murmured, gently pushing the hair away from her face. "I don't have to wait around to get anyone's permission." "Permission for what, you rat bastard?" she said. "Such language, dragon. I'm afraid you're going to have to marry me."
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love
proposal
romance
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Anne Stuart |
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c84c680
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Sveta had much less to say, but she sat with Lev and held his hand, and when I asked her what had made her fall in love with him, she replied, 'I knew he was my future. When he was not there, I would look for him, and he would always appear by my side. That is love.' Sveta
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love
russia
soulmates
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Orlando Figes |
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7270750
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God is calling us to live for the sake of Christ and to do that through suffering. Christ chose suffering; it didn't just happen to Him. He chose it as the way to create and perfect the church. Now He calls us to choose suffering. That is, He calls us to take up our cross and follow Him on the Calvary road and deny ourselves and make sacrifices for the sake of ministering to the church and presenting His sufferings to the world.
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love
mission
missionary
missions
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John Piper |
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70341d0
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Love will be our medicine.
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love
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Marianne Williamson |
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4fe71d8
|
There must be some other possibility than death or lifelong penance ... some meeting, some intersection of lines; and some cowardly, hopeful geometer in my brain tells me it is the angle at which two lines prop each other up, the leaning-together from the vertical which produces the false arch. For lack of a keystone, the false arch may be as much as one can expect in this life. Only the very lucky discover the keystone.
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happiness
harmony
keystones
love
marriage
married-life
matrimony
support
togetherness
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Wallace Stegner |
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6fd2659
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You don't love someone because they're perfect. You love them in spite of the fact that they're not.
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love
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Jodi Picoult |
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6a2b7e3
|
Only God may be adored, because only God is unlimited goodness, truth, and beauty, and thus only God deserves unlimited love.
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|
beauty
catholicism
christianity
god
goodness
inspirational
jesus-shock
love
philosophy
spirituality
theology
truth
unlimited-beauty
unlimited-goodness
unlimited-love
unlimited-truth
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Peter Kreeft |
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ef99199
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But if I had to choose between where I live and you, I'd rip up everything I own because the only landscape worth looking is the landscape of the human body. I kiss your Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. I kiss your Missouri and Monongahela and Susquehanna and Shenandoah and Rio Grande. I kiss the confluence of all those rivers. I kiss your amber waves of grain. I kiss your spacious skies, your rocket's red glare, your hand I love, your purple mountain'd majesty. But most of all I kiss your head. I kiss the place where we make our decisions. I kiss the place where we keep our resolves. The place where we do our dreams. I kiss the place behind the eyes where we store up secrets and knowledge to save us if we're caught in a corridor on a dark, wintry evening.
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love
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John Guare |
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913a968
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For when a woman resists an unwelcome passion, she is obeying to the full the law of her sex; the initial gesture of refusal is, so to speak, a primordial instinct in every female, and even if she rejects the most ardent passion she cannot be called inhuman. But how disastrous it is when fate upsets the balance, when a woman so far overcomes her natural modesty as to disclose her passion to a man, when, without the certainty of its being reciprocated, she offers her love, and he, the wooed, remains cold and on the defensive! An insoluble tangle this, always; for not to return a woman's love is to shatter her pride, to violate her modesty. The man who rejects a woman's advances is bound to wound her in her noblest feelings. In vain, then, all the tenderness with which he extricates himself, useless all his polite, evasive phrases, insulting all his offers of mere friendship, once she has revealed her weakness! His resistance inevitably becomes cruelty, and in rejecting a woman's love he takes a load of guild upon his conscience, guiltless though he may be. Abominable fetters that can never be cast off!
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love
male-perspective
modesty
pride
rejection
unrequited-love
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Stefan Zweig |
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76c308e
|
I learned early and at that kitchen table that there are ways of avoiding, without guilt, the commitments of love.
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humor
humour
love
theo
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P.D. James |
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37dfe5a
|
You see the wheat fields over there? I don't eat bread. For me, wheat is of 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
rememberance
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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d13d17a
|
"You are so beautiful," he whispered. He stepped closer, but before she could touch him he took her hand and brought it to his lips. "When I saw you tonight I think my heart stopped beating." "And is it now?" she whispered. He took her hand and laid it over his heart. She could feel it pounding beneath his skin, almost hear it reverberating through her own body. He was so strong, and so solid, and so wonderfully male. "Do you know what I wanted to do?" he murmured. She shook her head, too entranced by the low heat of his voice to make a noise of her own. "I wanted to turn you around and push you right back through the door before anyone else saw you. I didn't want to share you." He traced her lips with his finger. "I still don't."
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love
share
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Julia Quinn |
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361c4ea
|
I know what happens a the end of falling-landing
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|
landing
love
true
|
John Green |
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d129fac
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kn dhlk tlmyHan l~ l`br@ lmwsyqy@ l'khyr@ mn rb`y@ bythwvn l'khyr@ lty tt'lf mn htyn lfkrtyn: 'lys mn dhlk bduW? lys mn dhlk bdW. wlky ykwn m`n~ hdhh lklmt wDHan jlyan, dwWn bythwvn fy mTl` l`br@ lmwsyqy@ l'khyr@ lklmt ltly@: <>.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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f07aeec
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You like my kisses - and I like kissing you. Why deny ourselves such innocent pleasure?
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love
|
Stephanie Laurens |
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a58e393
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This is what happened in love. One of you cried a lot and then both of you grow sarcastic.
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|
love
sacrasm
|
Lorrie Moore |
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d2ea97d
|
Never marry a person who is not a friend of your excitement.
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|
love
marriage
marriage-advice
passion
|
Nathaniel Branden |
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dcfd500
|
I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.
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|
louisa-may-alcott
love
praise
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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753a950
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Quick note here: if this crush-slash-swooning stuff is hard for you to stomach; if you've never had a similar experience, then you should come to grips with the fact that you've got a TV dinner for a heart and might want to consider climbing inside a microwave and turning it on high for at least an hour, which if you do consider only goes to show what kind of idiot you truly are because microwaves are way too small for anyone, let alone you, to climb into.
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|
genre-crossing
horror-novels
house-of-leaves
love
mark-z-danielewski
metaphyscial
postmodernism
romance
|
Mark Z. Danielewski |
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3991672
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Your attitude toward others, work, and your daily life is a reflection of your attitude toward God.
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|
christian
daily
faith
god
life
love
reflect
reflection
walk
woman
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Elizabeth George |
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3353816
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It was no coincidence, that fear could move a person to extremes, just as seamlessly as love. They were the conjoined twins of emotion: If you didn't know what was at stake to lose, you had nothing to fight for.
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|
loss
love
rape
relationships
survivor
trauma
|
Jodi Picoult |
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fb8b412
|
You have to wait together - for a week, for a year, for a lifetime, before the final intimate conversation may be attained ... and exhausted. So that ... That in effect was love.
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|
intimate
love
tietjens
|
Ford Madox Ford |
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759cb2e
|
I'll love you with all the madness in my soul.
|
|
bruce-springsteen
love
madness
soul
|
Bruce Springsteen |
|
33765b4
|
"I wish you did return my regard," he said. "More than I have ever wished anything in my life! Perhaps you may yet learn to do so: I should warn you that I don't easily despair!"
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love
|
Georgette Heyer |
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eb82e10
|
As more people have found the courage to break through shame and speak about woundedness in their lives, we are now subjected to a mean-spirited cultural response, where all talk of woundedness is mocked. The belittling of anyone's attempt to name a context within which they were wounded, were made a victim, is a form of shaming. It is psychological terrorism. Shaming breaks our hearts. All individuals who are genuinely seeking well-being within a healing context realize that it is important to that process not to make being a victim a stance of pride or a location from which to simply blame others. We need to speak our shame and our pain courageously in order to recover. Addressing woundedness is not about blaming others; however, it does allow individuals who have been, and are, hurt to insist on accountability and responsibility both from themselves and from those who were the agents of their suffering as well as those who bore witness. Constructive confrontation aids our healing.
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|
confrontation
discussion
healing-shame
honesty
hurting
hurting-heart
love
pain
responsibility
self-love
wounded
woundedness
wounds
wounds-to-the-heart
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bell hooks |
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537177f
|
People don't know. We don't know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who've left us is because we knew them so well.
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|
life
love
pain
relationships
|
Emma Forrest |
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d8ea939
|
fy lHb lyy's , nkhtr` shkhSyt lshrky'n fy lHy@ wnTlb mnhm 'n ykwnw km nrydhm 'n ykwnw , thm nnhr Hyn yrfDwn l`b ldwr ldhy khtr`nh fy l'ss
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|
love
novel
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
cd29102
|
Thought is creative - Fear attracts like energy - Love is all there is.
|
|
growth
light
love
peace
strength
trust
truth
|
Neale Donald Walsch |
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cd23a58
|
It had been more than a year since the Joker's conquest of America and we were all still in shock and going through the stages of grief but now we needed to come together and set love and beauty and solidarity and friendship against the monstrous forces that faced us. Humanity was the only answer to the cartoon. I had no plan except love. I hoped another plan might emerge in time but for now there was only holding each other tightly and passing strength to each other, body to body, mouth to mouth, spirit to spirit, me to you.
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|
election-year-2016
election-year-2018
election-year-2020
human-unity
literature-of-reistance
love
political-satire
quotes-for-new-year-2018
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Salman Rushdie |
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cd104de
|
Concurrently, when it comes to matters of the heart we are encouraged to treat partners as though they were objects we can pick up, use, and the discard and dispose of at will, with the one criteria being whether or not individualistic desires are satisfied.
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|
desire
heart
love
object
partner
relationship
satisfaction
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Bell Hooks |
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b288b96
|
Erotic attraction often serves as the catalyst for an intimate connection between two people, but it is not a sign of love. Exciting, pleasurable sex can take place between two people who do not even know each other. Yet the vast majority of males in our society are convinced that their erotic longing indicates who they should, and can, love. Led by their penis, seduced by erotic desire, they often end up in relationships with partners with whom they share no common interests of values.
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|
erotica
erotica-romance
eroticism
love
love-quotes
men
penis
sex
sexual-attraction
sexuality
sexy
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bell hooks |
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54cc0cf
|
Durante toda mi vida he entendido el amor como una especie de esclavitud consentida. Pero esto no es asi: la libertad solo existe cuando existe el amor. Quien se entrega totalmente, quien se siente libre, ama al maximo. Y quien ama al maximo, se siente libre. Pero en el amor, cada uno de nosotros es responsable por lo que siente, y no puede culpar al otro por eso. Nadie pierde a nadie porque nadie posee a nadie. Y esta es la verdadera experiencia de la libertad: Tener lo mas importante del mundo sin poseerlo.
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|
freedom
libertad
love
once-minutos
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Paulo Coelho |
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3a010c8
|
"Oh. A bigger studio. It dawns on me, stupid me, that Henry could win the lottery at any time at all; that he has never bothered to do so because it's not normal; that he has decided to set aside his fanatical dedication to living like a normal person so I can have a studio big enough to roller-skate across; that I am being an ingrate. "Clare? Earth to Clare..." "Thank you," I say, too abruptly."
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|
love
selflessness
thanks
|
Audrey Niffenegger |
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28ca5cb
|
That's what love's all about. You're the only one having those wonderful feelings, but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark your mind and body have to bear it all. All by yourself.
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|
love
|
Haruki Murakami |
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cf58b64
|
"I love you Tory. I know I say it a lot, but..." "I know baby. I feel the same way about you. Those words never convey what goes through my mind and heart every time I look up and see you sitting in my house. Funny thign is, I always thought my house was full and that there was nothing missing in my life. I had a job I loved. Family who loved me. Good friends to keep me sane. Everything a human could want. And t hen I met an infuriating, impossible man who added the one thing I didn't know wasn't there." "Dirty socks on the floor?" She laughed. "No, the other part of my heart. The last face I see before I go to sleep and the first one I see when I get up. I'm so glad it was you." Those words both thrilled and scared him. Mostly because he knew firsthand that if love went untended it turned into profound hatred. --Tory and Acheron"
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|
love
|
Sherrilyn Kenyon |
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a8f76cb
|
I've traveled. All over. I've never seen anything like you. How could anything be put together like you? Do you know how beautiful you are? Have you looked at yourself?' 'I'm looking now.
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|
eyes
love
see
seeing
|
Toni Morrison |
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f3b82bd
|
Love had always issued out of the places that hurt the most.
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|
hurt
love
|
Pat Conroy |
|
ef65303
|
Love is deceitful and sublime. In its truest form, it brings out the best in all beings. At its worst, it's a tool used to manipulate and ruin anyone who is stupid enough to hold it.
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|
love
love-sucks
|
Sherrilyn Kenyon |
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b138460
|
But Levin was in love, and so it seemed to him that Kitty was so perfect in every respect that she was a creature far above everything earthly; and that he was a creature so low and so earthly that it could not even be conceived that other people and she herself could regard him as worthy of her.
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|
love
|
Leo Tolstoy |
|
74633e9
|
Who but lovers dream alike?
|
|
love
lovers
|
Lloyd Alexander |
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76d2f9f
|
I felt as if the Milky Way, hovering above our heads like a celestial pitcher, had suddenly overturned, pouring suns and planets down my throat. Stars seemed to be shooting out of my finger and toes, the ends of my hair.
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|
love
stars
|
Meg Cabot |
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498f0a4
|
The human heart is my territory. I write about love because it's the most important thing in the world. I write about sex because often it feels like the most important thing in the world.
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|
love
sex
writting
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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de1fdac
|
"He smiled and kissed me. It wasn't precisely a peck on the lips, and my wild vampiric reactions took me off guard yet again. Edward's lips were like a shot of some addictive chemical straight into my nervous system. I was instantly craving more. It took all my concentration to remember the baby in my arms. Jasper felt my mood change. "Er, Edward, you might not want to distract her like that right now. She needs to be able to focus." Edward pulled away. "Oops," he said. I laughed. That had been my line from the very beginning, from the very first kiss. "Later," I said, and anticipation curled my stomach into a ball. "Focus, Bella," Jasper urged. "Right." I pushed the trembly feelings away. Charlie, that was the main thing right now. Keep Charlie safe today. We would have all night... "Bella." "Sorry, Jasper."
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|
edward
humor
jasper
love
|
Stephenie Meyer |
|
d116095
|
photographs are very interesting, and you can look into them a million times and still find a new meaning in them, something in the past that was caught in the film itself...
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|
canon
capture
film
fujifilm
grief
joy
knowledge
kodachrome
kodak
loss
love
meaning
nikon
nostalgia
past
photo
photography
romance
super-8
|
Rebecca McNutt |
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ca6e160
|
The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity - it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.
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|
love
|
Yann Martel |
|
8cee67d
|
We keep moving. And as we do, the things around us, well, they disappear.
|
|
flow
loss
love
|
Haruki Murakami |
|
5552d06
|
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships, And burnt the topless towers of Ilium-- Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss.-- ''[kisses her]'' Her lips suck forth my soul: see, where it flies!-- Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again. Here will I dwell, for heaven is in these lips, And all is dross that is not Helena. I will be Paris, and for love of thee, Instead of Troy, shall Wertenberg be sack'd; And I will combat with weak Menelaus, And wear thy colours on my plumed crest; Yea, I will wound Achilles in the heel, And then return to Helen for a kiss. O, thou art fairer than the evening air Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars; Brighter art thou than flaming Jupiter When he appear'd to hapless Semele; More lovely than the monarch of the sky In wanton Arethusa's azur'd arms; And none but thou shalt be my paramour!
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|
love
|
Christopher Marlowe |
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f977d54
|
As June walked toward me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth. Astartling white face, burning dark eyes, a face so alive I felt it would consume itself before my eyes. Years ago I tried to imagine a true beauty; I created in my mind an image of just such a woman. I had never seen her until last night. Yet I knew long ago the phosphorescent color of her skin, her huntress profile, the evenness of her teeth. She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me... By the end of the evening I had extricated myself from her power. She killed my admiration by her talk. Her talk. The enormous ego, false, weak, posturing. She lacks the courage of her personality, which is sensual, heavy with experience. Her role alone preoccupies her. She invents drama in which she always stars. I am sure she creates genuine dramas, genuine chaos and whirlpools of feelings, but I feel that her share in it is a pose. That night, in spite of my response to her, she sought to be whatever she felt I wanted her to be. She is an actress every moment. I cannot grasp the core of June.
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|
love
|
Anaïs Nin |
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4fc6ace
|
Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absence?
|
|
audrey-niffenegger
love
the-time-traveler-s-wife
|
Audrey Niffenegger |
|
980b182
|
So what if we have chemistry. Chemistry doesn't miraculously turn bad boys into good ones.
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fuentes-brothers
love
nikki-cruz
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Simone Elkeles |
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e37929a
|
"We still counted happiness and health and love and luck and beautiful children as "ordinary blessings."
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children
happiness
health
love
luck
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Joan Didion |
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985d7fe
|
I thought of nothing but her. I expected everything from her. I was ready to lay everything at her feet. I was not in the least in love with her. Yet I had only to imagine that she might fail to keep the appointment, or forget it, to see where I stood. Then the world would be a desert once more, one day as dreary and worthless as the last, and the deathly stillness and wretchedness would surround me once more on all sides with no way out from this hell of silence except the razor.
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|
fixation
infatuation
love
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Hermann Hesse |
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9a93b8c
|
We become neighbors when we are willing to cross the road for one another. (...) There is a lot of road crossing to do. We are all very busy in our own circles. We have our own people to go to and our own affairs to take care of. But if we could cross the road once in a while and pay attention to what is happening on the other side, we might indeed become neighbors.
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|
busy
compassion
love
love-your-neighbor
neighbors
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Henri J.M. Nouwen |
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e1e9750
|
-... Pero ?sabes en que pense todo el dia ayer? un pensamiento que no me puedo evitar no importa cuan disgustado estoy contigo. -No. -Que tengo suerte porque la persona que no puedo sacar de mi cabeza, la persona que significa mas para mi de lo que puedo soportar aun esta viva, ella esta todavia alli, y esa eres tu.
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|
daemon-black
español
katy
love
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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4e0de7b
|
Words travel as swiftly as desire, so it is possible to send a message of love without them.
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|
communication
love
speech
|
Laura Esquivel |
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2b87da7
|
Ah, when love dies, women lose two and a half inches in height.
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|
love
women
|
M.C. Beaton |
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4d2323d
|
Therefore, have done with this nonsense: you have no ground for hope: dismiss, at once, these hurtful thoughts and foolish wishes from your mind, and turn to your own duty, and the dull blank life that lies before you. You might have known such happiness was not for you.
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|
love
lovesick
unrequited-love
|
Anne Brontë |
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4d215bd
|
"With the supplies gathered, he went over to the stainless-steel sink and pressed the foot pedal to get the water running. While he washed his hands, he said quietly, "If I could, I would." "Excuse me?" Qhuinn pumped some suds into his palms and scrubbed all the way up his forearms. Which was overkill, but if Blay wanted him superclean, then that was what he was going to be. "If I could love a guy like that, it would be you."
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|
love
qhuinn
|
J.R. Ward |
|
9cfb678
|
Romance is finding your fantasy in people who don't have it.
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|
fantasy
love
romance
|
Andy Warhol |
|
5e22b7c
|
Your cousin might be a pretty face, but , my darling, courageous, maddening, seductive, mysterious, Diana, are the Duchess of Wakefield. duchess.
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|
declaration-of-love
love
marriage-proposal
proposal
|
Elizabeth Hoyt |
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5848423
|
A single smile from her could make his entire being burn. One touch from her hand and he was undone. It was terrifying to think of how much power this one person had over him. How one single gesture from her could affect him so profoundly. (Sin thinking about Kat)
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|
love
power-of-love
scared
sensual
|
Sherrilyn Kenyon |
|
ce2c2ab
|
If you already have a person's love no sacrifice can be too much to give for it; but any sacrifice is too great to buy it for you.
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|
love
sacrifice
|
Ludwig Wittgenstein |
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bb80126
|
ws`dthm lm tkn `l~ lrGm mn lHzn bl bfDlh.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
|
ميلان كونديرا |
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bce4903
|
You must stay away from the one who brings nothing but heartache and death. Do you hear me? He brings nothing but death. Always has.
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|
heartache
love
men
warning
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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c4888c0
|
"We have done with Hope and Honour, we are lost to Love and Truth, We are dropping down the ladder rung by rung, And the measure of our torment is the measure of our youth.
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|
honor
hope
lost
love
torment
truth
youth
|
Rudyard Kipling |
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c07bec7
|
"Love releases us into the realm of divine imagination, where the soul is expanded and reminded of its unearthly cravings and needs. We think that when a lover inflates his loved one he is failing to acknowledge her flaws - "Love is blind." But it may be the other way around. Love allows a person to see the true angelic nature of another person, the halo, the aureole of divinity. Certainly from the perspective of ordinary life this is madness and illusion. But if we let loose our hold on our philosophies and psychologies of enlightenment and reason, we might learn to appreciate the perspective of eternity that enters life as madness, Plato's divine frenzy."
|
|
craving
divine
divinity
enlightenment
illusion
imagination
love
lover
madness
platohtenment
|
Thomas Moore |
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9d667df
|
"This is the Speaker for the Dead? Judging someone by appearances?" "Maybe I've fallen in love with Grego." "You've always been a sucker for people who pee on you."
|
|
jane
judging
love
pee
|
Orson Scott Card |
|
0ea7a0a
|
"Then Henry speaks again. "Did he do it?" I turn to him slowly. "Does it matter?"
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|
life
love
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
67a11fd
|
Tonight he would do anything in the world for her. Tomorrow he would begin to set her free.
|
|
duty
freedom
love
temporary
|
Mary Balogh |
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e1aee2b
|
Maybe love was a myth anyhow, a brew of hormones and fantasy, evolution's way of getting men and women together long enough for them to procreate,back in the day when girls got pregnant at twelve, were pregnant or nursing for the next twenty years, and were dead of the plague by forty.
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|
love
myth
procreation
sex
|
Jennifer Weiner |
|
796e9ed
|
"She was enfolded in the great wings of Mrs. Whatsit and she felt comfort and strength pouring through her. Mrs. Whatsit was not speaking aloud, and yet through the wings Meg understood words. "My child, do not despair. Do you think we would have brought you here if there was no hope? We are asking you to do a difficult thing, but we are confident that you can do it. Your father needs help, he needs courage, and for his children he may be able to do what he cannot do for himself."
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|
family
fear
love
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
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63f1c1f
|
"How...how do you feel about me?" "I think it's pretty obvious." "Let's just say I need a detailed account." His lashes lifted and his eyes met mine. "I can do that for you." "Okay." I leaned toward him. "I never once stopped thinking about you when you were taken away. Four years. All I could hope was that you were in a good place. Never expected you to walk into school. Didn't even allow myself to dream about that. And then you did, and seeing you blew me away. You were just like I remembered, but different. The hints of the girl I saw in you when we were younger were now right in front of me. The moment you said my name--the moment you hugged me I knew." Rider reached between us, folding his hand around mine. "I knew I'd fall in love with you and I did. I love you, Mallory." My lips parted on an inhale. "What?" "I love you, and not the kind of love we had for each other when we were younger, you know? Paige knows that. So does Hector. So did Jayden. I love you."
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|
feelings
i-love-you
love
mallory-dodge
rider-stark
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
|
124b1c3
|
I'll remember you... I remember everyone I've lost.
|
|
grief
loss
love
memory
noir
nostalgia
photo-album
photograph
remember
sad
think
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
9ea8009
|
The last thing she'd wanted was anything as complicated as a relationship, for it felt as though there we're though complication in her life already.
|
|
love
relationship
relationships
|
Nicholas Sparks |
|
ba9346b
|
All of a sudden you see reading in bed and waffles on Sunday and laughing at nothing and his mouth on yours. And it's so far beyond fine that you know you can never go back to fine.
|
|
gone-girl
love
|
Gillian Flynn |
|
c8130e7
|
Some people reflect light Some deflect it You by some miracle Seem to collect it
|
|
light
love
miracle
|
Mark Z. Danielewski |
|
235b1bc
|
Adieu! but let me cherish, still, The hope with which I cannot part. Contempt may wound, and coldness chill, But still it lingers in my heart. And who can tell but Heaven, at last, May answer all my thousand prayers, And bid the future pay the past With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?
|
|
hope
love
pain
tears
|
Anne Brontë |
|
71da8d8
|
It was this that frightened me--the sense that behind the lay concealed a little bourgeoise who wanted security in love.
|
|
love
sexuality
|
Anaïs Nin |
|
c12e1d3
|
Love is when two (or more) hearts build a safe emotional, mental, and spiritual home that will stand strong no matter how much anyone changes on the inside or the outside. It demands only one things and expects only one thing: that each person be his or her own true self.
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|
love
|
Neil Strauss |
|
0f9b2bb
|
According to the laws of nature, one should destroy the other, but in love neither good nor evil, there is neither construction nor destruction, there is merely movement. And love changes the laws of nature.
|
|
love
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
7a3e12e
|
But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.
|
|
love
lovers
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
442f1f0
|
Every man's work, pursued steadily, tends to become an end in itself, and so to bridge over the loveless chasms of his life.
|
|
love
work
|
George Eliot |
|
5f44525
|
"Ah! Thou gifest me such hope and courage, and I haf nothing to gif back but a full heart and these empty hands," cried the Professor, quite overcome. Jo never, never would learn to be proper, for when he said that as they stood upon the steps, she just put both hands into his, whispering tenderly, "Not empty now," and, stooping down, kissed her Friedrich under the umbrella."
|
|
love
rain
romance
|
Louisa May Alcott |
|
253a091
|
"What about you and me, Adina?" Duff said, sidling up to her by the railing. "I know I screwed up. But do you think we could start over?" Adina thought about everything that had happened. Part of her wanted to kiss Duff McAvoy, the tortured British trust-fund-runaway-turned-pirate-of-necessity who loved rock 'n' roll and mouthy-but-vulnerable bass-playing girls from New Hampshire. But he didn't exist. Not really. He was a creature of TV and her imagination, a guy she'd invented as much as he'd invented himself. And this was what she suddenly understood about her mother: how with each man, each husband, she was really trying to fill in the sketchy parts of herself and become somebody she could finally love. It was hard to live in the messiness and easier to believe in the dream. And in that moment, Adina knew she was not her mother after all. She would make mistakes, but they wouldn't be the same mistakes. Starting now. "Sorry," she said, heading for the bow, where a spot of sun looked inviting. "Oh, also, about that blog? Just so you know, my dads know a lot of gay lawyers. Bitches will take your ass down if you try to publish that. Peace out."
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|
love
self
|
Libba Bray |
|
1b7f97e
|
There would be love, and while it was mine, I could cling to it. I could rejoice -- in life, in the existence of love. In the existence of people like Phedre and Joscelin. Although the standards they set were impossibly high, still, I could rejoice that such courage and compassion existed in the world. I could hope and aspire.
|
|
hope
life
love
|
Jacqueline Carey |
|
45ac08d
|
What was this yearning, tearing at her insides like hunger and thirst? It couldn't be love. Love was warm and soft, like a bed of leaves. But this was dark, like the shade under a poisonous shrub, and it was hungry. So hungry. It must have some other name, just as there couldn't be the same word for life and death, or for moon and sun
|
|
jealousy
love
|
Cornelia Funke |
|
407c3b5
|
...she thought with pity of all the men and women who were not light-hearted when they loved, who were cold, who were reluctant, who were shy, who imagined that passion and tenderness were two things separate from one another, and not the one, gloriously intermingled, so that to be fierce was also to be gentle, so that silence was a speaking without words.
|
|
love
silence
|
Daphne du Maurier |
|
30a3f33
|
I think back to the day I stood before my wife's grave for the final time, and turned away from it without regret, because I knew that what she was was not contained in that hole in the ground. I entered a new life and found her again, in a woman who was entirely her own person. When this life is done, I'll turn away from it without regret as well, because I know she waits for me, in another, different life.
|
|
death-of-a-loved-one
love
metaphor
|
John Scalzi |
|
4b755c5
|
You can learn a lot from your lovers, but-for the most part-you get to keep your friends longer, and you learn more from them.
|
|
learning
lesson
life
love
|
John Irving |
|
c369dd5
|
I still believe that you truly find yourself not in travel, but in other human souls.
|
|
love
|
Emma Forrest |
|
c1a3151
|
"An old walrus-faced waiter attended to me; he had the knack of pouring the coffee and the hot milk from two jugs, held high in the air, and I found this entrancing, as if he were a child's magician. One day he said to me - he had some English - "Why are you sad?" "I'm not sad," I said, and began to cry. Sympathy from strangers can be ruinous. "You should not be sad," he said, gazing at me with his melancholy, leathery walrus eyes. "It must be the love. But you are young and pretty, you will have time to be sad later." The French are connoisseurs of sadness, they know all the kinds. This is why they have bidets. "It is criminal, the love," he said, patting my shoulder. "But none is worse."
|
|
love
sadness
|
Margaret Atwood |
|
baaf609
|
I am neither foe nor friend to my brothers, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my love, my brothers must do more than to have been born. I do not grant my love without reason, nor to any chance passer-by who may wish to claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned. I shall choose friends among men, but neither slaves nor masters. And I shall choose only such as please me, and them I shall love and respect, but neither command not obey.
|
|
individual
love
pride
|
Ayn Rand |
|
8900cd5
|
No one ought even to desert a woman after throwing her a heap of gold in her distress! He ought to love her forever! You are young, only twenty-one, and kind and upright and fine. You'll ask me how a woman can take money from a man. Oh, God, isn't it natural to share everything with the one we owe all our happiness to? When one has given everything, how can one quibble about a mere portion of it? Money is important only when feeling has ceased. Isn't one bound for life? How can you foresee separation when you think someone loves you? When a man swears eternal love--how can there be any separate concerns in that case?
|
|
finance
love
money
sense
sincerity
|
Honoré de Balzac |
|
10c9e94
|
But she was not even grateful to him for it; nothing good on Pierre's part seemed to her to be an effort, it seemed so natural for him to be kind to everyone that there was no merit in his kindness.
|
|
love
merit
morality
|
Leo Tolstoy |
|
620db40
|
Yes, she now believed that when her body died, her soul would go on. Gods she did not worship, and faith she had none, but love she had and forever. Love alone had awakened her sleeping soul and had made it deathless. She knew she was immortal.
|
|
love
soul
wisdom
|
Pearl S. Buck |
|
3afe3e4
|
"Dear God," said Nudge under her breath, "I want real parents. But I want them to want me too. I want them to love me. I already love them. Please see what you can do. Thanks very much. Love, Nudge." Okay, so I'm not saying we were pros at this or anything. (Max thoughts)"
|
|
desire
funny
god
humor
learning
love
parents
praying
|
James Patterson |
|
31eb280
|
If she be all tenderness, she will die. If she survive, the tenderness will either be crushed out of her, or--and the outward semblance is the same--crushed so deeply into her heart that it can never show itself more. The latter is perhaps the truest theory.
|
|
love
|
Nathaniel Hawthorne |
|
c7b85a5
|
Love works in mysterious ways,
|
|
live
love
|
Julia Quinn |
|
87957f7
|
I found out it is just as hard to make a movie that you are not proud of as it is to make one you love.
|
|
effort
love
pride
work
|
Craig Ferguson |
|
13f965f
|
...It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol-
|
|
lesbian
lgbt
love
lucky
patricia-highsmith
romantic
the-price-of-salt
|
Patricia Highsmith |
|
2d1da7d
|
My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.
|
|
heaven
love
religion
|
Charlotte Brontë |
|
ba05990
|
I should have realized, when Cathal kissed me in the hallway, that my response was the first raindrop heralding a storm.
|
|
love
metaphor
|
Juliet Marillier |
|
67b7948
|
A first premonition of the rich variety of life had come to him; for the first time he thought he had understood the nature of human beings - they needed each other even when they appeared hostile, and it was very sweet to be loved by them.
|
|
life
love
need
|
Stefan Zweig |
|
0f68a7d
|
"Once she called to invite me to a concert of Liszt piano concertos. The soloist was a famous South American pianist. I cleared my schedule and went with her to the concert hall at Ueno Park. The performance was brilliant. The soloist's technique was outstanding, the music both delicate and deep, and the pianist's heated emotions were there for all to feel. Still, even with my eyes closed, the music didn't sweep me away. A thin curtain stood between myself and pianist, and no matter how much I might try, I couldn't get to the other side. When I told Shimamoto this after the concert, she agreed. "But what was wrong with the performance?" she asked. "I thought it was wonderful." "Don't you remember?" I said. "The record we used to listen to, at the end of the second movement there was this tiny scratch you could hear. Putchi! Putchi! Somehow, without that scratch, I can't get into the music!" Shimamoto laughed. "I wouldn't exactly call that art appreciation." "This has nothing to do with art. Let a bald vulture eat that up, for all I care. I don't care what anybody says; I like that scratch!" "Maybe you're right," she admitted. "But what's this about a bald vulture? Regular vultures I know about--they eat corpses. But bald vultures?" In the train on the way home, I explained the difference in great detail.The difference in where they are born, their call, their mating periods. "The bald vulture lives by devouring art. The regular vulture lives by devouring the corpses of unknown people. They're completely different." "You're a strange one!" She laughed. And there in the train seat, ever so slightly, she moved her shoulder to touch mine. The one and only time in the past two months our bodies touched."
|
|
love
music
romance
surrealism
|
Haruki Murakami |
|
3bdc5ee
|
It occurs to me that I really can't remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the cafe, your figure, your dress, that I still see.
|
|
face
figure
longing
love
remember
walked-away
|
Franz Kafka |
|
31b712a
|
Look up.
|
|
hope
love
|
Luanne Rice |
|
879ec37
|
"There is no moment that exceeds in beauty that moment when one looks at a woman and finds that she is looking at you in the same way that you are looking at her. The moment in which she bestows that look that says, "Proceed with your evil plan, sumbitch." The initial smash on glance. The, the drawing near. This takes a long time, it seems like months, although only minutes pass, in fact. Languor is the word that describes this part of the process. Your persona floats toward her persona, over the Sea of Hesitation. Many weeks pass before they meet, but the weeks are days, or seconds. Still, everything is decided. You have slept together in the glance." --
|
|
eye-contact
glances
love
love-at-first-sight
lust
mating-rituals
|
Donald Barthelme |
|
6bba5b2
|
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.
|
|
love
nicholas-sparks
real-love
romance
|
Nicholas Sparks |
|
245f37c
|
"What does kiciciyapi mitawa mean?" He kept his head on her breasts. "What?" "You called me kicicyapi mitawa. It sounded so beautiful. It wasn't Japanese. What was it?" "It's the voice of the Lakota. It would sound silly in English." He cupped her breast, his fingers moving lightly over her skin. His breath warm on her heart.
|
|
feehan
ghostwalkers
love
nico
|
Christine Feehan |
|
4466e03
|
"You will live to love again. You know you have lost your springtime girl, your Molly on the beach with the wind in her brown hair and red cloak. You have been gone too long from her, and too much has befallen you both. And what you loved, what both of you truly loved, was not each other. It was the time of your life. It was the spring of your years, and life running strong in you, and war on your doorstep and your strong, perfect bodies. Look back, in truth. You will find you recall fully as many quarrels and tears as you do lovemaking and kisses. Fitz. Be wise. Let her go, and keep those memories intact. Save what you can of her, and let her keep what she can of the wild and daring boy she loved. Because both he and that merry little miss are no more than memories anymore." She shook her head. "No more than memories."
|
|
fitzchivalry-farseer
kettle
letting-go
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
787aca2
|
You will follow me, if we are what we are, you and I, if we live, if the world exists, if you know the meaning of this moment and can't let it slip by, as others let it slip, into the senselessness of the unwilled and unreached.
|
|
dagny-taggart
love
|
Ayn Rand |
|
15a05cb
|
When does one ever know a human being? Perhaps only after one has realized the impossibility of knowledge and renounced the desire for it and finally ceased to feel even the need of it. But then what one achieves is no longer knowledge, it is simply a kind of co-existence; and this too is one of the guises of love.
|
|
life
love
relationships
|
Iris Murdoch |
|
2576656
|
Tell me, Nana, If for example we had been a love couple, Would a hug have been enough to wash away my sadness? Or then; does every single being carry this loneliness, like a burden? I wans't intending to monopolizing you I just wanted you to need me.
|
|
loneliness
love
nana
pain
sadness
|
Ai yazawa |
|
9cfce7d
|
I turn around from the window and for the first time I see him... It is Richard, smiling at my surprise. I run to him, without thinking what I am doing. I run to the first friendly face that I have seen since Christmas, and in a moment I am in his arms and he is holding me tightly and kissing my face, my closed eyes, my smiling mouth, kissing me till I am breathless and have to pull away from him.
|
|
edward-iii
love
reunion
|
Philippa Gregory |
|
6a70d91
|
Women are never tired of bewailing man's fickleness in love, but they only seem to snub his constancy.
|
|
fickleness
love
|
Thomas Hardy |
|
26f5ec1
|
"But Anne, do you love him?" I asked curiously. The curve of her hood hid all but the corner of her smile. "I am a fool to own it, but I am in a fever for his touch." --
|
|
life
love
|
Philippa Gregory |
|
64f5120
|
I can live without a boy. So why does it feel like I'm going to die?
|
|
love
young-adult
|
Daria Snadowsky |
|
c757462
|
Few in this world are ever simply nasty; those who hurt us are themselves in pain. The appropriate response is hence never cynicism or aggression but, at the rare moments one can imagine it, always love.
|
|
love
|
Alain de Botton |
|
00157f6
|
If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth.
|
|
happiness
joy
love
peace
relationship
|
Ryū Murakami |
|
1b4451e
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I shall expect my husband to have no pleasures but what he shares with me; and if his greatest pleasure of all is not the enjoyment of my company - why - it will be the worse for him - that's all.' 'If such are your expectations of matrimony, Esther, you must, indeed, be careful whom you marry - or rather, you must avoid it altogether.
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expectations
husband
love
matrimony
wife
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Anne Brontë |
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We resonate with one another's sorrows because we are interconnected. Being whole and simultaneously part of a larger whole, we can change the world simply by changing ourselves. If I become a center of love and kindness in this moment, then in a perhaps small but hardly insignificant way, the world now has a nucleus of love and kindness it lacked the moment before. This benefits me and it benefits others.
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being-whole
benefits-all
benefits-me
center
change-ourselves
change-the-world
interconnectedness
kindness
love
meditation
mindfulness
resonate
sorrow
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Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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And suddenly everything around me seemed to grow quiet, as if he were the wind that blew and I were just a cloud carried upon it.
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love
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Arthur Golden |
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She had known the kind of love that was worth risking everything for, the kind of love that was as rare as a glimpse of heaven.
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choices-and-consequences
faith
heaven
hope
life
love
oppurtunity
risk
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Nicholas Sparks |
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I went back to my conversation with Siegfried that morning; we had just about decided that the man with a lot of animals couldn't be expected to feel affection for individuals among them. But those buildings back there were full of John Skipton's animals - he must have hundreds. Yet what made him trail down that hillside every day in all weathers? Why had he filled the last years of those two old horses with peace and beauty? Why had he given them a final ease and comfort which he had withheld from himself? It could only be love.
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horse
love
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James Herriot |
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And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.
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life
love
mistakes
past
wisedom
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Khaled Hosseini |
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She was a woman, a traitor, and a killer. Males and females wanted her. But I was the only one who ever could have loved her.
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jesus-son
love
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Denis Johnson |
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Nick stands up and offers his hand to me. I have no idea what he wants, but what the hell, I take his hand anyway, and he pulls me up on my feet then presses against me for a slow dance and it's like we're in a dream where he's Christopher Plummer and I'm Julie Andrews and we're dancing on the marble floor of an Austrian terrace garden. Somehow my head presses Nick's t-shirt and in this moment I am forgetting about time and Tal because maybe my life isn't over. Maybe it's only beginning.
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love
magic
nick-and-norah
nick-o-leary
norah-silverberg
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Rachel Cohn |
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"Now I'll just have to do without." She raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry?" Then Maximus did something very strange: he went on one knee before her. "This isn't right at all," he said, continuing to glare as if he found it all her fault. She sat up. "What are you doing?" "Artemis Greaves, will you do me the honor of --" "Are you insane?" she demanded. "What of your father? Your conviction that you must marry for the dukedom?" "My father is dead," he said softly. "And I've decided the dukedom can go hang." "But --" "Hush," he snapped. "I'm trying to propose to you properly even without my mother's necklace." "But why?" she asked... "I know that this is rather disappointing," he said. "But I intend to make you respectable."
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love
marriage-proposal
proposal
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around.
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heartbreak
love
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Emma Forrest |
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One cannot always marry the person one loves...
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kate-mosse
love
sepulchre
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Kate Mosse |
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lHnyn l~ ljn@ dhan hw rGb@ lnsn fy 'lan ykwn nsnan.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |