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bd3ac5a I love doing it. Every building is like a person. Single and unrepeatable. building engineering love passion profession Ayn Rand
f0b0fed But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck. end-of-love love Graham Greene
a69ff6e Love shouldn't be dictated ella-enchanted force love Gail Carson Levine
8997ad3 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. jesus-son love Denis Johnson
f162cad It was a flight, a kind of fleeing, a kind of falling, falling higher and higher, spinning off the edge of the earth and beyond the sun and through the vast silent vacuum where there were no burdens and where everything weighed exactly nothing. book falling fly flying freedom happiness happy inspiration inspirational life living love Tim O'Brien
b4a6d9a "Though neither of them had ever called their meeting a case of love at first sight, they'd both agreed it had certainly been a case of "pretty damned sure at first hour." love Clive Cussler
f4f01c8 lHnyn l~ ljn@ dhan hw rGb@ lnsn fy 'lan ykwn nsnan. 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
934fde2 She fitted in my arms, she always had, and the shock of holding her caused me to feel that my arms had been empty since she had been away. empty feelings hug love woman James Baldwin
92faa58 There was a second scream then, from the mountains. From the Blueblood Matron, screaming for her daughter as she plummeted down to the rocks below. The other Bluebloods whirled, but they were too far away, their wyverns too slow to stop that fatal plunge. But Abraxos was not. And Manon didn't know if she gave the command or thought it, but that scream, that mother's scream she'd never heard before, made her lean in. Abraxos dove, a shooting star with his glistening wings. They dove and dove, for the broken wyvern and the still-living witch upon it. love manon-blackbeak pg526 Sarah J. Maas
739196e Are we truly obeying the command to love our neighbor as ourselves if we're storing up money for potential future needs when our neighbor is laboring today under actual present needs? compassion current future hoarding justice labor love need neighbor present saving selfish sharing stewardship Randy Alcorn
bdccd1c "Yes, I suppose so," answered Anna, as though wondering at the boldness of his question; but the irrepressible, quivering brilliance of her eyes and her smile set him on fire as she said it." love vronsky Leo Tolstoy
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
53c5665 The theatre is a tragic place, full of endings and partings and heartbreak. You dedicate yourself passionately to something, to a project, to people, to a family, you think of nothing else for weeks and months, then suddenly it's over, it's perpetual destruction, perpetual divorce, perpetual adieu. It's like , it's a koan. It's like falling in love and being smashed over and over again.' 'You do, then, fall in love.' 'Only with fictions, I love players, but actors are so ephemeral. And then there's waiting for the perfect part, and being offered it the day after you've committed yourself to something utterly rotten. The remorse, and the envy and the jealousy. An old actor told me if I wanted to stay in the trade I had better kill off envy and jealousy at the start. hamlet jealousy love regret remorse theater theatre Iris Murdoch
628af7d No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it's here. Look around. heartbreak love Emma Forrest
f70a781 "Have you noticed her name?" Kit leaned sideways to see the letters painted jauntily on the transom. "The WITCH! How did you dare? Does Hannah know?" "Oh, she's not named after Hannah. I hadn't gone ten miles down the river that day before I knew I'd left the real witch behind." love witch woman Elizabeth George Speare
7dc6b94 "You're going to have to take care of yourself," Karrin said quietly. "Over the next few weeks. Rest. Give yourself a chance to heal. Keep the wound on your leg clean. Get to a doctor and get that arm into a proper cast. I know you can't feel it, but it's important that--" I stood, leaned over the bed, and kissed her on the mouth. Her words dissolved into a soft sound that vibrated against my lips. Then her good arm slid around my neck, and there wasn't any sound at all. It was a long kiss. A slow kiss. A good one. I didn't draw away until it came to its end. I didn't open my eyes for a moment after. "...oh...," she said in a small voice. Her hand slid down my arm to lie upon mine. "We do crazy things for love," I said quietly, and turned my hand over, fingers curling around hers." dresden-files hospital injured kiss love murphy romance Jim Butcher
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
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
2d689cd At that time, he was satisfying a sensual curiosity by experiencing the pleasures of people who live for love. He had believed he could stop there, that he would not be obliged to learn their sorrows; how small a thing her charm was for him now compared with the astounding terror that extended out from it like a murky halo, the immense anguish of not knowing at every moment what she had been doing, of not possessing her everywhere and always! love Marcel Proust
2fb6971 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. being-whole benefits-all benefits-me center change-ourselves change-the-world interconnectedness kindness love meditation mindfulness resonate sorrow Jon Kabat-Zinn
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
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
4ab6f3f You, whom I have always loved and never found, you whom I expected to see at the end of the rails beyond the horizon-- idea love memory unattainable Ayn Rand
4b1fdee Suddenly, and for the first time, he was at the center of his own life, living it and loving it. life live love Mary Balogh
5aca9b9 "I love you Kat, always have and always will" - Daemon" kat love lux-series Jennifer L. Armentrout
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
6a70d91 Women are never tired of bewailing man's fickleness in love, but they only seem to snub his constancy. fickleness love Thomas Hardy
7eda08b One should not believe too easily in a life which can easily vanish. life love relationships James Salter
7f981e3 Do we miss not only the past but every future the lost past describes? Is that just the nature of missing? All the lost might-have-beens? The certainty that those uncertain futures are gone? If we can't embrace uncertainty do we miss the point of love? inspirational love reflective Mark Z. Danielewski
97298dc s'lh mdh bmknh 'n yqdm lh: khmr? l, l, lm tkn rGb@ fy lkhmr. dh kn hnk shy trGb fy shrbh, fsykwn lqhw@. 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
a95c224 "He asks me which of them two I liked best. Perhaps I liked Mr. Harry Carson once--I don't know--I've forgotten; but I loved James Wilson, that's now on trial, above what tongue can tell--above all else on earth put together; and I love him now better than ever, though he has never known a word of it till this minute... I never found out how dearly I loved another till one day, when James Wilson asked me to marry him, and I was very hard and sharp in my answer (for indeed, sir, I'd a deal to bear just then), and he took me at my word and left me; and from that day to this I've never spoken a word to him, or set eyes on him; though I'd fain have done so, to try and show him we had both been too hasty; for he'd not been gone out of my sight above a minute before I knew I loved--far above my life," said she, dropping her voice as she came to this second confession of the strength of her attachment. "But, if the gentleman asks me which I loved the best, I make answer, I was flattered by Mr. Carson, and pleased with his flattery; but James Wilson, I"-- She covered her face with her hands, to hide the burning scarlet blushes, which even dyed her fingers." love lovely profession trial Elizabeth Gaskell
ae74a83 Everyone's alone--or so it seems to me. They make noises, and think they are talking to each other; They make faces, and think they understand each other, And I'm sure they don't. Is that delusion? Can we only love Something created in our own imaginations? everyone imagination love T.S. Eliot
b1769e5 Lancelot and Guenever were sitting at the solar window. An observer of the present day, who knew the Arthurian legend only from Tennyson and people of that sort, would have been startled to see that the famous lovers were past their prime. We, who have learned to base our interpretation of love on the conventional boy-and-girl romance of Romeo and Juliet, would be amazed if we could step back into the Middle Ages - when the poet of chivalry could write about Man that he had 'en ciel un dieu, par terre une deesse'. Lovers were not recruited then among the juveniles and adolescents: they were seasoned people, who knew what they were about. In those days people loved each other for their lives, without the conveniences of the divorce court and the psychiatrist. They had a God in heaven and a goddess on earth - and, since people who devote themselves to godesses must exercise some caution about the ones to whom they are devoted, they neither chose them by the passing standards of the flesh alone, nor abandoned it lightly when the bruckle thing began to fail. guinevere lancelot love T.H. White
b28f2f5 Love is fragile at best and often a burden or something that blinds us. It's fodder for poets and song writers and they build it into something beyond human capacity. Falling in love means enrolling yourself in the school of disappointment. Being human means failing each other often, and no two people fail each other more than two people who pledge to do things for each other that they'll never do because they are just incapable of it...That's why art is enduring. The look of love or hope, or the look of compassion, bravery, whatever, is captured forever. We spend our lives trying to get someone to be as enduring as a painting or a sculpture and we can't because feelings crumble as quickly as the flesh. heartbreak love V.C. Andrews
b5a6a86 "ahthOOn SSyng!" I said. "That's farewell." "It sounds evil." "It is," I answered, and we parted." goodbye language love words Gail Carson Levine
b6fab28 The young gentlemen who came calling seemed especially puzzling. They sat in their velvet shirts and their leather boots, nibbling burnt cakes and praising Diamond's mind, and all the while their eyes said other things. their eyes said. Then: 'You are flowers,' their mouths said, 'You are jewels, you are golden dreams.' Their eyes said: lies love the-lion-and-the-lark Patricia A. McKillip
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
c8a2981 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. love Arthur Golden
d79ab9f "At some point, we have each said through our tears, "I'm suffering for a love that's not worth it." We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules. But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth." favorite love paulo-coelho river-piedra suffering worth Paulo Coelho
daf6321 One cannot always marry the person one loves... kate-mosse love sepulchre Kate Mosse
df7a062 She is becoming what I wanted she the last with the Arctic eyes to become, which is someone who loves me. Simply and truly as I am. It is hard to stare at her because I know she is starting to love me, I am starting to love her back. I don't care what she's done or who she's done it with, I don't care about whatever demons may be in her closet. I care about how she makes me feel and she makes me feel strong and safe and calm and warm and true. It is hard to stare because I am forced to contemplate giving it up. It is hard to stare, but I do it anyway. love James Frey
ef1454f The very thing that attracts you to someone can end up putting you off. divorce love Anne Tyler
f07894f I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling distance. In time it will go out. All lights go out. So do all fires, if it's any comfort. Love me, and look at me, and remember me, as I'll remember you. love remember-me Peter S. Beagle
fe0522b What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits. love passion Khaled Hosseini
fecdd1d Love will make you show your heart someday... love love-quotes Louisa May Alcott
fef219e "Aren't I enough for you?' she asked. love D. H. Lawrence
2e5f3a7 I'll give you everything I've got, and if you need more, I'll find it and give it to you. love romance Nora Roberts
ab8cacf It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out. love Francesca Lia Block
9755501 For the first time in a very long time, he yearned to see tomorrow. Tomorrow and the day after that and the year after that. There was a possibility that with Megs he might have a life to look forward to. And because of that, tonight he was going to hunt down a man and assassinate him in cold blood. This act would damn his very soul but for Megs it was worth it. For Meggie he would walk the fires of hell. love Elizabeth Hoyt
ee9a927 Jivan: You think when you have love that love is easy to find, that everyone has it. It's not true. It's very hard to find. Nedra: I haven't been looking for it. Jivan: It's like a tree...It takes a long time to grow. It has roots very deep, and these roots stretch out a long way, farther than you know. You can't cut it, just like that. love James Salter
edf5901 There was hardly a touch of earth in her love for Clare. To her sublime trustfulness he was all that goodness could be--knew all that a guide, philosopher, and friend should know. She thought every line in the contour of his person the perfection of masculine beauty, his soul the soul of a saint, his intellect that of a seer. The wisdom of her love for him, as love, sustained her dignity; she seemed to be wearing a crown. The compassion of his love for her, as she saw it, made her lift up her heart to him in devotion. He would sometimes catch her large, worshipful eyes, that had no bottom to them looking at him from their depths, as if she saw something immortal before her. dignity love Thomas Hardy
6a4050c "I'm trying to understand. How you could come to love a monster." "Why?" Her eyes were blazing as she hissed, "Because it will help me understand how did the same. Is it a sickness?" she demanded, "Is it something broken within you?" kingdom-of-ash love monster sickness understanding Sarah J. Maas
5af6f79 Women have endeavored to guide men to love because patriarchal thinking has sanctioned this work even as it has undermined it by teaching men to refuse guidance...A useful gift all love's practitioners can give is the offering of forgiveness. It not only allows us to move away from blame, from seeing others as the cause of our sustained lovelessness, but it enables us to experience agency, to know we can be responsible for giving and finding love. love bell hooks
961f31c marriage is about becoming a team. You're going to spend the rest of your life learning about each other, and every now and then, things blow up. But the beauty of marriage is that if you picked the right person and you both love each other, you'll always figure out a way to get through it love marriage perseverence understanding Nicholas Sparks
c19befe "I hate to tell you, dragon, but that's an integral part of the whole usiness," he whispered. "If you're afraid to touch me then we're not going to get very far." She lifted her head to look at him. "I thought I could lie back and let you ravish me," she said with complete honesty. He shook his head, the smile hovering around his lips, his eyes intent. "This is a cooperative effort, my love. You have to do your part." love romance Anne Stuart
4bf258b Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man. love man sex woman Donna Woolfolk Cross
5a9f4b5 Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World.When I first reached through to it,I thought the Soul of the World was perfect.But later I could see that it was like other aspects of creation,and had its own passions and wars.It is we who nourish the Soul of the World,and the world we live in will be either better or worse,depending on whether we become better or worse.And that's where the power of love comes in.Because when we love,we always strive to become better than we are. love Paulo Coelho
14513c9 Sometimes I am glad when Henry's gone, but I am always glad when he come's back love Audrey Niffenegger
d22d9f0 Sin quitarme los ojos de encima, acerco aun mas su pupitre. - ?Sabes una cosa? - ?Que? - Que he entrado en tu blog. Ay, Dios. ?Como lo habia encontrado? Un momento; la pregunta que debia hacerme era la siguiente: ?por que lo habia encontrado? Mi blog no podia buscarse a traves de Google...Estaba flipando en colores. - Ya estas acosandome otra vez, ?no? ?Tengo que llamar a la poli para que te ponga una orden de alejamiento? - Ni en suenos, gatita - Sonrio - Ah, espera, que ya salgo en ellos, ?verdad? Puse los ojos en blanco. - Mas bien apareces en mis pesadillas, Daemon. (pag.154) - ?Me estas preguntando si me atraen las humanas? - dijo. El pelo le caia hacia delante en ondas. Unas gotitas de agua le recorrian los mechones y acababan salpicandome la mejilla - ?O si eres tu la que me atrae? Con las manos apoyadas en la roca, fue acercandose a mi lentamente. Muy pronto nos separaban solo unos milimetros...Sentia su respiracion como si fuera la mia, y cuando movio las caderas abri los ojos y ahogue un grito. Vaya que si funcionaba la cosa...Me despejo la duda de un plumazo. (pag. 240) - Si que es importante el helado - dije. - Es mi vida entera.- Dee tiro el monedero a Daemon, pero erro el objetivo - !Y tu me lo has quitado! (pag. 258 NUNCA TE METAS ENTRE DEE Y SU COMIDA, Y MENOS SI SE TRATA DE HELADO) - ?Lo estas pasando bien con...Ash? - ?Y tu con tu amiguito el pulpo? Me mordi el larbio. - Que simpatico eres, como siempre. ... - Estas...muy guapa, por cierto. Demasiado guapa para estar con ese idiota. Me sonroje y baje la vista. - ?Te has tomado algo? - Pues no, la verdad. ?Por que me lo preguntas, si puede saberse? - Porque nunca me dices nada agradable. - Touche. (pag. 303) - Recuerdame...que no te haga enfadar nunca mas !La leche! ?Eres agente secreto en tus ratos libres? ... Me recorrio la espalda con sus brazos y hundio una mano en los rizos que se me habian soltado del mono. - No me has hecho caso - susurro contra mi hombro. - Nunca te hago caso. (pag. 327) Daemon murmuro algo en un idioma desconocido. Era una lengua dulce y bonita. Magica. De otro planeta. Podria haberlo despertado, pero no lo hice sin saber demasiado bien por que. La emocion que sentia por el contacto con su piel era mas fuerte que todo lo demas. Daemon tenia una mano en el borde de mi camiseta, y los dedos encima del pedazo de piel que habia entre el borde de la camiseta y la cinturilla de los pantalones de pijama. La mano empezaba a abrirse paso por debajo de la camiseta, a traves de mi estomago, en la parte en que este empieza a descender. El pulso se me desboco. Me rozo las costillas con la punta de los dedos. Su cuerpo se movio y senti su rodilla contra mi. (pag. 338) O.O o_O OMG - Gatita - Ni aunque fueras el ultimo ser con aspecto humano sobre la faz de la Tierra ?Ahora lo entiendes? ?Capiche? ... - Ademnas, no me atraes nada - Mentira podrida - Pero vamos, nada de nada. Eres... De repente Daemon estaba delante de mi, a apenas un centimetro de mi rostro. - ?Que soy? - Ignorante -?Y que mas? - Prepotente, controlador...-...- Y un...cretino. - Venga ya, gatita, seguro que puedes hacerlo mejor - ... - Todavia no me creo que no te sientas atraida por mi. (pag. 360) - Seguro que hasta suenas conmigo - Bajo la vista hacia mis labios y senti que se despegaban - Seguro que escribes mi nombre en tus libretas, una y otra vez, rodeado por un corazoncito. Me rei. - En tus suenos, Daemon. Eres la ultima persona a la que... Daemon me beso (pag.361) Una sonrisa picara se le asomo a los labios. - ?Te das cuenta de que me encantan los retos? Me rei entre dientes y me volvi hacia la puerta mientras le dedicaba un gesto grosero con el dedo corazon. - Y a mi, Daemon; y a mi. (pag. 414) daemon-and-katy daemon-black katy-swartz kitten love obsidian Jennifer L. Armentrout
d239cd8 "I love her with all my soul. Why, she is a child! She's a child now -- a real child. Oh! you know nothing about it at all, I see." "And are you assured, at the same time, that you love Aglaya too?" "Yes -- yes -- oh; yes!" "How so? Do you want to make out that you love them BOTH?" "Yes -- yes -- both! I do!" "Excuse me, prince, but think what you are saying! Recollect yourself!" "Without Aglaya -- I -- I MUST see Aglaya! -- I shall die in my sleep very soon -- I thought I was dying in my sleep last night. Oh! if Aglaya only knew all -- I mean really, REALLY all! Because she must know ALL -- that's the first condition towards understanding. Why cannot we ever know all about another, especially when that other has been guilty? But I don't know what I'm talking about -- I'm so confused. You pained me so dreadfully. Surely -- surely Aglaya has not the same expression now as she had at the moment when she ran away? Oh, yes! I am guilty and I know it -- I know it! Probably I am in fault all round -- I don't quite know how -- but I am in fault, no doubt. There is something else, but I cannot explain it to you, Evgenie Pavlovitch. I have no words; but Aglaya will understand. I have always believed Aglaya will understand -- I am assured she will." "No, prince, she will not. Aglaya loved like a woman, like a human being, not like an abstract spirit. Do you know what, my poor prince? The most probable explanation of the matter is that you never loved either the one or the other in reality." innocence love Fyodor Dostoyevsky
447f864 And the supreme mystery was simply this: here was one room; there another. Did religion solve that, or love? love mystery religion rooms separateness Virginia Woolf
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9c470c2 lHb y`ny 'n thtm bs`d@ shkhS akhr 'kthr mn htmmk bs`dtk 'nt , bGD lnZr `n md~ l'lm ldhy sysbbh lk qrrk love novel someone Nicholas Sparks
f299b29 "Think about what it would mean to fight," he said. "Say we barricade ourselves here in the hotel and refuse to leave. They come at us with their Weapon, whatever it is. Some of us are hurt, some die. We go out to meet them with whatever weapons we can find - sticks, maybe, or pieces of broken glass. We battle each other. Maybe they set fire to the hotel. Maybe we march into the village and steal food from them nad they come after us and beat us. We beat them back. In the end, maybe we damage them so badly that they're too weak to make us leave. What do we have? Friends and neighbors and families dead. A place half destroyed, and those left in it full of hatred for us. And we ourselves will have to live with the memory of the terrible things we have done." inspirational love war Jeanne DuPrau
3d1587b The old duality of body and soul has become shrouded in scientific terminology, and we can laugh at it as merely an obsolete prejudice. But just make someone who has fallen in love listen to his stomach rumble, and the unity of body and soul, that lyrical illusion of the age of science, instantly fades away. body love soul Milan Kundera
f1d5fda I love you, Dominique. I love you so much that nothing can matter to me--not even you. Can you understand that? Only my love--not your answer. Not even your indifference. gail-wynand love the-fountainhead Ayn Rand
3cd1c73 The author and intellectual Cornel West has said that 'justice is what love looks like in public.' I often think that neoliberalism is what lovelessness looks like as policy. justice liberalism love lovelessness politics Naomi Klein
3c9f11b It's one thing to have a goal, but it's quite another thing to actually accept the challenge, develop a strategy to press for the goal, make the sacrifices, pay the price to move forward, and blessing of blessing, to realize some part of it. challenge christian develop dream faith goal god heart love sacrifice strategy women Elizabeth George
f0e1c63 I was living my own future and my brother's lost one as well. I represented him here just as he represented me there, in some unguessable other place. His move from life to death might resemble my stepping into the kitchen - into its soft nowhere quality and foggy hum. I breathed the dark air. If I had at that moment a sense of calm kindly death while my heart beat and my lungs expanded, he might know a similar sense of life in the middle of his ongoing death. death glbtq life love Michael Cunningham
9ac65b6 She is too perfect to be known by fragments. No mean brick shall be a specimen of the building of my palace. love north-and-south poetic Elizabeth Gaskell
3aefab0 "Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it." - Dash" distance long-distance-relationships love Rachel Cohn
9a46a2c Your mother said that Fraser sent her back to me, knowing that I would protect her--and you. ... And like him, perhaps I send you back, knowing---as he knew of me--that he will protect you with his life. I love you forever, Brianna. I know whose child you truly are. With all my love, Dad. daughters fathers love protection safety Diana Gabaldon
16b86ce If I met you last night, and brought you back to my place, or followed you to yours, and we had sex, that's what we asked for from each other. It's what I got, and what you got. I don't know you. You don't know me. Thanks for playing, and we're done. If by some fluke anything was said at some point during this entire exchange that made me curious enough to see you again, I would. Has that happened before? A couple of times. Did it last? Clearly, no. love one-night-stand Tammara Webber
f0421ae "Anyone have some mints or some gum?" Bonnie asked. No one did, and she turned to Joe Hill Conley. She scrutinized him a moment, then, using her fingers, combed his part over to the left side. "That looks better," she said. Nearly two decades later, the little hair he has left remains parted by Bonnie's invisible hand." -- love Jeffrey Eugenides
1e1e648 "Good night! Good night! Far flies the light; But still God's love Shall shine above, god light love night Victor Hugo
193e810 If it will give you any satisfaction in the end, I still care for you. Either there is no such thing as love, or the word does not mean what I have thought it to mean on many different occasions. It is a feeling without a name, really--better to leave it at that. So take it and go away and have your fun with it. You know that we would both be at one another's throats again one day, as soon as we run out of common enemies. We had many fine reconciliations, but were they ever worth the pain that preceded them? Know that you have won and that you are the goddess I worship--for are not worship and religious awe a combination of love and hate, desire and fear? hate love reconciliation worship Roger Zelazny
c4dc23b 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. jane-eyre love mr-rochester Charlotte Brontë Brontë
bf49641 You love because you want to need someone the way you did when you were a child, and have them need you too. You eat well because the intensity of taste reminds you of a need satisfied, a pain relieved. The finest paintings are nothing more than the red head of a flower, nodding in the breeze, when you were two years old; the most exciting film is just the way everything was, back in the days when you stared goggle-eyed at the whirling chaos all around you. All these things do is get the adult to shut up for a while, to open for just a moment a tiny sliding window in the cell deep inside, letting the pallid child peep hungrily out and drink the world in before darkness falls again. art childhood love Michael Marshall Smith
6418ec9 Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you. jodi-picoult love Jodi Picoult
1ec090c "Brian's face broke out in a wide grin as he slapped Roarke on the back. "That's a woman, isn't it?" "Delicate as a rose, my Eve. Fragile and quiet natured." He grinned himself when he heard her curse, loud and vicious. "A voice like a flute." "And you're sloppy in love with her." "Pitifully." love sarcastic-humor J.D. Robb
5712f9e I happened to look up and there it was. All over and done with, at last. I sat on for a few moments with the ball in my hand and the dog yelping and pawing at me. (Pause.) Moments. Her moments, my moments (Pause.) The dog's moments. krapp love moments play relationship Samuel Beckett
fa8f438 "Yes, there is something in me hateful, repulsive," thought Ljewin, as he came away from the Schtscherbazkijs', and walked in the direction of his brother's lodgings. "And I don't get on with other people. Pride, they say. No, I have no pride. If I had any pride, I should not have put myself in such a position"." levin ljewin love marriage pride Leo Tolstoy
0fef65c You can have anything you want, if you go out and get it. If you claim it as your own. You have a right to it. life love Danielle Steel
66a9a88 "Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love?" he asked. ask grey kate love morning peter renagades terrible tremayne turncoat Donna Thurland
56bde42 And I see that not touching for so long was a drive to the beach with the windows rolled up so the waves feel that much colder. beach love touching Amy Hempel
f97e1a1 I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. hatred love poetry Edmund Spenser
6d5f4f2 People say they find love, as if it were an object hidden under a rock. But love takes many forms, and it is never the same for any man and woman. What people find then is a certain love. love Mitch Albom
6dd20e7 Falling in love is sudden, easy, and fun. It's like a child going down a playground slide. Falling out of love is slow, difficult, and painful. It's like watching a child die of cancer. ~ Ben Davis, Sr. falling-in-love falling-out-of-love love Jayden Hunter
6e39cee But love doesn't always generate hope. Anyone who has ever experienced love knows that you can have too much love or too little. You can have love that parches, love that defeats. You can have love measured out in the wrong proportions. It's like your sunlight and water--the wrong kind of love is just as likely to stifle hope as it is to nourish it. love Kevin Brockmeier
eb74e27 Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time. best-friends love sisters Luanne Rice
eb38304 The world is a glorious place, and filled with so many unexpected moments that I'd get lumps in my throat, as though I were watching a bride walk down the aisle - moments as eternal and full of love as the lifting of veils, the saying of vows and the moment of the first wedded kiss. life love wedding Douglas Coupland
73f3daa This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her. cooking love Joanne Harris
502a20c Love was the greatest thing, wasn't it? Love was what we had that no one else had or could ever have? And you were a genius and I was your whole life. I was your partner and your little black flower. Slop. Love is just another dirty lie. Love is ergoapiol pills to make me come around because you were afraid to have a baby. Love is quinine and quinine and quinine until I'm deaf with it. Love is that aborting horror you took me to. Love is my insides all messed up. It's half catheters and half whirling douches. I know about love. Love always hangs up behind the bathroom door. It smells like lysol. To hell with love. Love is you making me happy and then going off to sleep with your mouth open while I lie awake all night afraid to say my prayers even because I know I have no right to say anymore. Love is all the dirty little tricks you taught me that you probably got out of some book. All right. I'm through with you and I'm through with love. Your kind of picknose love. You writer. love Ernest Hemingway
772bc77 I've finally experienced what the poet felt. The deep sense of loss after you've met the woman you love, have made love, then said goodbye. Like you're suffocating. The same emotion hasn't changed at all in a thousand years. love Haruki Murakami
e7529e5 A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath. love Stephenie Meyer
77e2900 "You're very impatient," Violet said, facing the door. "You always have been." "I know," Eloise said, wondering if this was a scolding, and if so, why was her mother choosing to do it now? "I always loved that about you," Violet said. "I always loved everything about you, of course, but for some reason I always found your impatience especially charming. It was never because you wanted more, it was because you wanted everything." Eloise wasn't so sure that sounded like such a good trait. "You wanted everything for everyone, and you wanted to know it all and learn it all, and . . ." For a moment Eloise thought her mother might be done, but then Violet turned around and added, "You've never been satisfied with second-best, and that's good, Eloise. I'm glad you never married any of those men who proposed in London. None of them would have made you happy. Content, maybe, but not happy." Eloise felt her eyes widen with surprise. "But don't let your impatience become all that you are," Violet said softly. "Because it isn't, you know. There's a great deal more to you, but I think sometimes you forget that." She smiled, the gentle, wise smile of a mother saying goodbye to her daughter." love mother Julia Quinn
7a21507 "There are all sorts of families," Tom's grandmother had remarked, and over the following few weeks Tom became part of the Casson family, as Micheal and Sarah and Derek-from-the-camp had done before him. He immediately discovered that being a member of the family was very different from being a welcome friend. If you were a Casson family member, for example, and Eve drifted in from the shed asking, "Food? Any ideas? Or shall we not bother?" then you either joined in the search of the kitchen cupboards or counted the money in the housekeeping jam jar and calculated how many pizzas you could afford. Also, if you were a family member you took care of Rose, helped with homework (Saffron and Sarah were very strict about homework), unloaded the washing machine, learned to fold up Sarah's wheelchair, hunted for car keys, and kept up the hopeful theory that in the event of a crisis Bill Casson would disengage himself from his artistic life in London and rush home to help." kids love Hilary McKay
4da9b5e By the end of the evening I was like a man, terribly in love with her face and body, which promised so much, and I hated the self created in her by others. Others feel because of her; and because of her, others write poetry; because of her, others hate; others, like Henry, love her in spite of themselves. love passion Anaïs Nin
8015c93 Is there not glory enough in living the days given to us? You should know there is adventure in simply being among those we love and the things we love, and beauty too. beauty-in-nature love Lloyd Alexander
12d688e Parade my trouble in front of you guys? Make you realize that my heart is broken . . . that as long as I live I'll have chains dragging me down to the oceans of sad tears that my feet are wet in already. love pain Jack Kerouac
291eaf5 I just never noticed how little of me existed before. I was a shadow without a person. loneliness love Michael J. Sullivan
1a35034 Falling in love is like that: you always feel like a dumbass at some point, even if you know it's coming -- it's unavoidable. love Kevin Hearne
5b9bf29 He didn't like her. He really didn't, but by God, he'd have sold a piece of his soul right then to dance with her love Julia Quinn
2b468d3 If there is a heaven we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you. love nicholas-sparks the-longest-ride you Nicholas Sparks
179019e I want to take ye to bed. In my bed. And I mean to spend the rest of the day thinking what to do wit ye once I got ye there. So wee Archie can just go and play at marbles with his bollucks, aye? love romance Diana Gabaldon
2bcfb40 Work on what is real rather than worry about what is unreal. christian fake god inspire love mind thought unreal women worry Elizabeth George
0acafa3 What is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving it a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? boundaries countries love patriotism Ursula K. Le Guin
878be62 But you don't fuck me cold-heartedly,' she protested. 'I don't want to fuck you at all.' Lady Chatterly's Lover erotica fuck lady-chatterly-s-lover love sex D.H. Lawrence
17c9cd9 "There is somebody who loves me," said Despereaux. "And I love her and that is the only thing that matters to me." love Kate DiCamillo
3ac1f5c When I was twelve I was obsessed. Everything was sex. Latin was sex. The dictionary fell open at 'meretrix', a harlot. You could feel the mystery coming off the word like musk. 'Meretrix'! This was none of your mensa-a-table, this was a flash from a forbidden planet, and it was everywhere. History was sex, French was sex, art was sex, the Bible, poetry, penfriends, games, music, everything was sex except biology which was obviously sex but not really sex, not the one which was secret and ecstatic and wicked and a sacrament and all the things it was supposed to be but couldn't be at one and the same time - I got that in the boiler room and it turned out to be biology after all. love sex virginity Tom Stoppard
8dae86d He truly believed that no one could love him, and no matter who you are, that hurts. It made you insecure. It made you want to hide and build fences love Harlan Coben
8db39ba No, Mr Redmayne, not my tears. Although I've read that letter every day for the past eight months, those tears were not shed by me, but by the man who wrote them. He knew how much I loved him. We would have made a life together even if we could only spend one day a month with each other. I'd have been happy to wait twenty years, more, in the hope that I would eventually be allowed to spend the rest of my life with the only man I'll ever love. I adored Danny from the day I met him, and no one will ever take his place. love Jeffrey Archer
969abb9 "One time I was dying in a cage inside a palace that was flying over a magic jungle. And some idiot went in there, chased the palace down, fought his way through hundreds of rakshasas, and rescued me." "I remember," he said. "That's when I realized you loved me," I said. "I was in the cage and I heard you roar." love romance Ilona Andrews
d2c2a6e The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state. love pain soul sublime suffering Victor Hugo
39f2b73 Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own. her love nicholas-sparks the-longest-ride Nicholas Sparks
97e1f4d ... your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me... fury love madness Charlotte Brontë
cabce9e As a house can be only be built satisfactorily and durably when there is a foundation, and a picture can be painted only when there is something prepared to paint it on, so carnal love is only legitimate, reasonable, and lasting when it is based on the respect and love of one human being for another. christian-marriage christianity love marriage sex Leo Tolstoy
ca68262 I believed in happily ever after as much as anyone, because Jane Austen, Prince Charming, and Hugh Grant promised me it could happen. But maybe that particular delusion was universal. happy-ever-after love Robin Wasserman
05c8b7a I want to sleep with you. Now, tonight, and at any time you may care to call me. I want your naked body, your skin. your mouth, your hands...--I want you like an animal...or a whore. dominique-francon howard-roark love the-fountainhead want Ayn Rand
aa6c26a "Tell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?" elena humour love Kelley Armstrong
199faf3 Maybe that's why I tend to equate physical beauty with qualities with which it has absolutely nothing to do. I see a pretty mouth or a moody pair of eyes and imagine all sorts of deep affinities, private kinships. Never mind that half a dozen jerks are clustered round the same person, just because they've been duped by the same pair of eyes. attraction beauty idealism love Donna Tartt
07ba34a Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. lolita love obsession obsessive-love passion Vladimir Nabokov
f842eb9 Getting in touch with the lovelessness within and letting that lovelessness speak its pain is one way to begin again on love's journey. In relationships, whether heterosexual or homosexual, the partner who is hurting often finds that their mate is unwilling to 'hear' the pain. Women often tell me that they feel emotionally beaten down when their partners refuse to listen or talk. When women communicate from a place of pain, it is often characterized as 'nagging.' Sometimes women hear repeatedly that their partners are 'sick of listening to this shit.' Both cases undermine self-esteem. Those of us who were wounded in childhood often were shamed and humiliated when we expressed hurt. It is emotionally devastating when the partners we have chosen will not listen. Usually, partners who are unable to respond compassionately when hearing us speak our pain, whether they understand it or not, are unable to listen because that expressed hurt triggers their own feelings of powerlessness and helplessness. Many men never want to feel helpless or vulnerable. They will, at times, choose to silence a partner with violence rather than witness emotional vulnerability. When a couple can identify this dynamic, they can work on the issue of caring, listening to each other's pain by engaging in short conversations at appropriate times (i.e., it's useless to try and speak your pain to someone who is bone weary, irritable, reoccupied, etc.). Setting a time when both individuals come together to engage in compassionate listening enhances communication and connection. When we are committed to doing the work of love we listen even when it hurts. communication emotional-abuse listening listening-skills listening-to-others love love-quotes pain relationships vulnerability vulnerability-quotes vulnerable bell hooks
57e3823 I'd always worried but kissing's not so tricky. Your lips know what to do, just like sea anenomes know what to do. Kissing spins you, like Flying Tea-Cups. Oxygen the girl breathes out, you breathe in. kissed kissing kissing-quotes love teenage-love David Mitchell
cf416b7 "Sestrilla, hafelina Jue amourasestrilla Awou jue selaviena En patre jue Translation: Beloved one, little cat I love you for all time forever love wild-rain Christine Feehan
8898c64 By revealing to Tomas her dream about jabbing needles under her fingernails, Tereza unwittingly revealed that she had gone through his desk. If Tereza had been any other woman, Tomas would never have spoken to her again. Aware of that, Tereza said to him, Throw me out! But instead of throwing her out, he seized her hand and kissed the tips of her fingers, because at that moment he himself felt the pain under her fingernails as surely as if the nerves of her fingers led straight to his own brain. Anyone who has failed to benefit from the Devil's gift of compassion (co-feeling) will condemn Tereza coldly for her deed, because privacy is sacred and drawers containing intimate correspondence are not to be opened. But because compassion was Tomas's fate (or curse), he felt that he himself had knelt before the open desk drawer, unable to tear his eyes from Sabina's letter. He understood Tereza, and not only was he incapable of being angry with her, he loved her all the more. empathy love Milan Kundera
70f89d6 "But, Dad..." She hesitated. "It will mean raising me all over again. It means suffering through my childhood for a third time. No parent should be asked to do that." Sol managed a smile. "No parent would refuse that, Rachel." -- love parenting Dan Simmons
57d54cf He hadn't suffered the eternity of the ring about to be picked up, didn't know the heart rush of hearing that incomparable voice suddenly linked with his own, the sense it gave of being too close to even see her, of being actually inside her ear. love phone phone-calls teenager Jeffrey Eugenides
ce6ce84 She loved him, more than she could ever find words for, but this love he felt for her was not quite the same. It wasn't so much stronger, as more demanding, more insistent. As though he feared he would lose that which he had finally won. demanding fear insistent jondalar love romance Jean M. Auel
f7da26c (But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.) humour love Virginia Woolf
da0511a "Kingsley smiled his Cheshire smile. And without a word, he called up the white darkness--the subvertio--a spell that unlocked what could not be unlocked, that destroyed what could not be destroyed. There was a rumbling, a shaking, like the strongest earthquake, and the iron gate crumbled, and the path began to melt. the demon shrieked, but Kingsley just looked at Mimi the entire time. "Azrael..." love mimi separation Melissa de la Cruz
7272a3d lmr `ndm yHb ystTy` 'n yt`lWm kl shy , wy`rf 'mwran lm yjrw' qT `l~ ltfkyr bh , l'n lHb mftH fhm jmy` l'srr love Paulo Coelho
60812a9 And in all those escapes he could not help being astonished by the beauty of this land that was not his. He his in its breast, fingered its earth for food, clung to its banks to lap water and tried not to love it. On nights when the sky was personal, weak with the weight of its own stars, he made himself not love it. Its graveyards and its low-lying rivers. Or just a house - solitary under a chinaberry tree; maybe a mule tethered and the light hitting its hide just so. Anything could stir him and he tried hard not to love it. earth love paul-d slavery world Toni Morrison
580d2a0 It is a curious subject of observation and inquiry, whether hatred and love be not the same thing at bottom. Each, in its utmost development, supposes a high degree of intimacy and heart-knowledge; each renders one individual dependent for the food of his affections and spiritual fife upon another: each leaves the passionate lover, or the no less passionate hater, forlorn and desolate by the withdrawal of his subject. Philosophically considered, therefore, the two passions seem essentially the same, except that one happens to be seen in a celestial radiance, and the other in a dusky and lurid glow. love Nathaniel Hawthorne
93e0262 ymknk 'n tSbH wHydan wtmDy qdman fy Hytk GDban `l~ l`lm 'jm` ; ymknk 'n tsnshyT GDban l~ 'n y'ty lywm ldhy tqtl fyh zmlk . 'w ymknk yjd mkhrjan lHbk Hyth syuqdr Hbk wtkwn mHbwban blmqbl love Jodee Blanco
521c89a Yes, red-to give warmth to that milk-white skin and those shining gray-green eyes of yours. Golden hair wouldn't suit you at all Queen Anne-My Queen Anne-queen of my heart and life and home. gilbert love L.M. Montgomery
245dccc So much urgent and lifelike love went rumbling around underground and died there, never got expressed at all, so let some errant inconvenient attraction have its way. There was so little time inconvenience love Lorrie Moore
a553e7c Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me. eyes love people story Sophie Kinsella
f522fd0 In the words of a Persian sage: love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured. love Paulo Coelho
cfa8018 Jealous is an ugly thing. jealousy love romance Jennifer L. Armentrout
a0c625a It might have been a new way for her heart to beat. cute first-love love lovers romantic Philip Pullman
5320c43 And I want you to know that I heard what you said in that speech,' Rider said, his voice scratchy. 'I might've saved you all those years ago, but now you've saved me,' My heart stuttered and then sped up. I reacted without thought. Placing the book on the bed, I launched myself at Rider just as he came off the window seat. We collided. I folded my arms around him as we went down onto the floor, me partially in his lap and his arms tight around my waist, his face burrowed against my neck. I felt a tremor run through his body and then he shook in my arms. I held him tighter as he broke into pieces, and years of holding it together shattered. I held him through it all. Then it was me who put Rider back together. courage friendship love saving-people Jennifer L. Armentrout
9c1ee5f In the moment when I truly understand my enemy, understand him well enough to defeat him, then in that very moment I also love him... enemy genius hate life love Orson Scott Card
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