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53c5665
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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.
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hamlet
jealousy
love
regret
remorse
theater
theatre
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Iris Murdoch |
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d1e0fb6
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"You've been in the mating frenzy before." Eric looked up at her, his eyes quiet. "Yes." "With Kirsten." "Yes." Iona touched her hands together. "You must have loved her very much." Eric nodded. "Yes. Very much." "Then why do you want another mate?" Eric pushed himself from the fireplace and came to her, the first flickers of fire shadowing his tall, naked body. He skimmed warm hands down her arms. "Because I saw you."
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love
second-loves
shifters
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Jennifer Ashley |
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c1d54b9
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I love my love with a b because she is peculiar.
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love
narration
peculiar
poetry
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Gertrude Stein |
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e40aa34
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I love you and I will until the end of time.And just as she said the words, two bright stars drifted past them overhead and disappeared into the night sky together...
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love
love-story
lovequote
lovequotes
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Danielle Steel |
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31b712a
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Look up.
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|
hope
love
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Luanne Rice |
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b6fab28
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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:
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lies
love
the-lion-and-the-lark
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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5aca9b9
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"I love you Kat, always have and always will" - Daemon"
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kat
love
lux-series
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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67b7948
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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.
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life
love
need
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Stefan Zweig |
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0f68a7d
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"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."
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love
music
romance
surrealism
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Haruki Murakami |
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26f5ec1
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"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." --
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life
love
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Philippa Gregory |
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7eda08b
|
One should not believe too easily in a life which can easily vanish.
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life
love
relationships
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James Salter |
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bd3ac5a
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I love doing it. Every building is like a person. Single and unrepeatable.
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building
engineering
love
passion
profession
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Ayn Rand |
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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.
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dagny-taggart
love
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Ayn Rand |
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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."
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love
lovely
profession
trial
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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f70a781
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"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."
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love
witch
woman
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Elizabeth George Speare |
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50ff67e
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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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5e51d3f
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Someday you'll find someone special again. People who have been in love once usually do. Its in their nature..
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love
|
Nicholas Sparks |
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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--
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idea
love
memory
unattainable
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Ayn Rand |
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f07894f
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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.
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love
remember-me
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Peter S. Beagle |
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8413019
|
I Believe she thought I had forgotten my station; and yours, sir.' 'Station! Station!-- your station is in my heart, and on the necks of those who would insult you, now or hereafter.
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c17103e
|
"Human beings never enjoy complete happiness in this world. I was not born for a different destiny to the rest of my species: to imagine such a lot befalling me is a fairy tale -- a daydream." "Which I can and will realise. I shall begin today."
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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6bba5b2
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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.
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love
nicholas-sparks
real-love
romance
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Nicholas Sparks |
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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.
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edward-iii
love
reunion
|
Philippa Gregory |
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c8a2981
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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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5b79365
|
You really loved her?' 'I would have given my life.' 'Would you have taken it?' 'No, child,' he said. 'That is not ours to do.
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love
time
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Mitch Albom |
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2d689cd
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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!
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love
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Marcel Proust |
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97298dc
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s'lh mdh bmknh 'n yqdm lh: khmr? l, l, lm tkn rGb@ fy lkhmr. dh kn hnk shy trGb fy shrbh, fsykwn lqhw@.
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friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
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ميلان كونديرا |
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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.
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|
face
figure
longing
love
remember
walked-away
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Franz Kafka |
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ba83388
|
Love that wants only to get, to possess, is a monstrous thing
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jealousy
love
ownership
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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f4f01c8
|
lHnyn l~ ljn@ dhan hw rGb@ lnsn fy 'lan ykwn nsnan.
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|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
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0990069
|
"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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1b4451e
|
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
|
Anne Brontë |
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daf6321
|
One cannot always marry the person one loves...
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|
kate-mosse
love
sepulchre
|
Kate Mosse |
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fef219e
|
"Aren't I enough for you?' she asked.
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|
love
|
D. H. Lawrence |
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30503c4
|
And the past held only this wisdom: that love was a damaging mistake, and its accomplice, hope, a treacherous illusion.
|
|
life
love
mistakes
past
wisedom
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Khaled Hosseini |
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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 |
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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." --
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|
eye-contact
glances
love
love-at-first-sight
lust
mating-rituals
|
Donald Barthelme |
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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?
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|
everyone
imagination
love
|
T.S. Eliot |
|
fe0522b
|
What began with exuberance and passion always ended with terse accusations and hateful words, with rage and weeping fits.
|
|
love
passion
|
Khaled Hosseini |
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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."
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|
fitzchivalry-farseer
kettle
letting-go
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
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.
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|
end-of-love
love
|
Graham Greene |
|
6a70d91
|
Women are never tired of bewailing man's fickleness in love, but they only seem to snub his constancy.
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|
fickleness
love
|
Thomas Hardy |
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656b829
|
Yet she said to herself, from the dawn of time odes have been sung to love; wreathes heaped and roses; and if you asked nine people out of ten they would say they wanted nothing but this; while the women, judging from her own experience, would all the time be feeling, This is not what we want; there is nothing more tedious, puerile and inhumane than love; yet it is also absolutely beautiful and necessary.
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|
life
love
modernism
relationships
to-the-lighthouse
virginia-woolf
|
Virginia Woolf |
|
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 |
|
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.
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|
loneliness
love
nana
pain
sadness
|
Ai yazawa |
|
fd2c1dc
|
People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they are looking for.
|
|
love
rose-garden
|
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
|
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 |
|
43e34d9
|
fy sfr ltkwyn, `hd llh l~ lnsn blsyd@ `l~ lHywnt. wbmknn 'n nfsr dhlk qy'lyn n llh qd '`r hdhh lslT@ lh. lnsn lys mlk lkwkb bl wkylh w`lyh dht ywm 'n yqdm kshfan lHsbh. dykrt dhhb 'b`d mn dhlk fy hdh lmnH~: j`l lnsn <>. whw mnTqy jdan blt'kyd fym yt`lq bnfyh lwjwd lrwH `nd lHywnt. fHsb m yqwl dykrt, lnsn hw lmlk wlsyd fym lHywn lys l msyWran wal@ Hy@, 'w m ymsyh bl <>. `ndm yy'n lHywn fl'mr l yt`lq bshkw~ bl bSryr tTlqh al@ tsyr bshkl syy'. fHyn ty'z `jl@ `rb@ fhdh l y`ny 'n l`rb@ tt'lm bl l'nh tHtj l~ tshHym. wblTryq@ dhth yjb 'n yufsWr nHyb lHywn. wyjb 'l nshfq `l~ klb yushraWH whw HyW fy mkhtbr.
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|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
|
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 |
|
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.
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|
love
sex
virginity
|
Tom Stoppard |
|
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."
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|
love
romance
|
Anne Stuart |
|
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.
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|
body
love
soul
|
Milan Kundera |
|
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.
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|
love
one-night-stand
|
Tammara Webber |
|
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.
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|
art
childhood
love
|
Michael Marshall Smith |
|
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.
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|
empathy
love
|
Milan Kundera |
|
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.
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|
lolita
love
obsession
obsessive-love
passion
|
Vladimir Nabokov |
|
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..."
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|
love
mimi
separation
|
Melissa de la Cruz |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
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 |
|
502a20c
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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.
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love
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Ernest Hemingway |
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f0e1c63
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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.
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death
glbtq
life
love
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Michael Cunningham |
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0acafa3
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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?
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boundaries
countries
love
patriotism
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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70f89d6
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"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." --
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love
parenting
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Dan Simmons |
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2bcfb40
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Work on what is real rather than worry about what is unreal.
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christian
fake
god
inspire
love
mind
thought
unreal
women
worry
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Elizabeth George |
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3c9f11b
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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.
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challenge
christian
develop
dream
faith
goal
god
heart
love
sacrifice
strategy
women
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Elizabeth George |
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73f3daa
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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.
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cooking
love
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Joanne Harris |
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1a35034
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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.
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love
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Kevin Hearne |
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179019e
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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?
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love
romance
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Diana Gabaldon |
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9a46a2c
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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.
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daughters
fathers
love
protection
safety
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Diana Gabaldon |
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eb74e27
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Beach girls now, beach girls tomorrow, beach girls till the end of time.
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best-friends
love
sisters
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Luanne Rice |
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ee9a927
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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.
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love
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James Salter |
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8dae86d
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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
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love
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Harlan Coben |
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4bf258b
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Heed my words, daughter, if you ever mean to be happy: Never give yourself to a man.
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love
man
sex
woman
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Donna Woolfolk Cross |
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f7da26c
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(But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.)
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humour
love
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Virginia Woolf |
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9ac65b6
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She is too perfect to be known by fragments. No mean brick shall be a specimen of the building of my palace.
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love
north-and-south
poetic
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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ab8cacf
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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.
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love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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97e1f4d
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... your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me...
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fury
love
madness
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Charlotte Brontë |
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772bc77
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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.
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love
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Haruki Murakami |
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9755501
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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.
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love
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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d22d9f0
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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)
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daemon-and-katy
daemon-black
katy-swartz
kitten
love
obsidian
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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aa6c26a
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"Tell me when you want to pick it up again." "Tell me when Satan starts a snowball fight." "I'll do that. Lunch?"
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elena
humour
love
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Kelley Armstrong |
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1ec090c
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"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."
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love
sarcastic-humor
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J.D. Robb |
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6418ec9
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Home is not a place, but rather, the people who love you.
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jodi-picoult
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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14513c9
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Sometimes I am glad when Henry's gone, but I am always glad when he come's back
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love
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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c4dc23b
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How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.
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jane-eyre
love
mr-rochester
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Charlotte Brontë Brontë |
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eb38304
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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.
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life
love
wedding
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Douglas Coupland |
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6d5f4f2
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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.
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love
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Mitch Albom |
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f97e1a1
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I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see.
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hatred
love
poetry
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Edmund Spenser |
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8db39ba
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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.
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love
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Jeffrey Archer |
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12d688e
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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.
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love
pain
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Jack Kerouac |
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3cd1c73
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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.
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justice
liberalism
love
lovelessness
politics
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Naomi Klein |
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2b468d3
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If there is a heaven we will find each other again, for there is no heaven without you.
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love
nicholas-sparks
the-longest-ride
you
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Nicholas Sparks |
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edf5901
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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.
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dignity
love
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Thomas Hardy |
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878be62
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But you don't fuck me cold-heartedly,' she protested. 'I don't want to fuck you at all.' Lady Chatterly's Lover
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erotica
fuck
lady-chatterly-s-lover
love
sex
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D.H. Lawrence |
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969abb9
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"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."
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love
romance
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Ilona Andrews |
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961f31c
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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
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love
marriage
perseverence
understanding
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Nicholas Sparks |
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39f2b73
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Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.
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her
love
nicholas-sparks
the-longest-ride
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Nicholas Sparks |
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77e2900
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"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."
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love
mother
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Julia Quinn |
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5af6f79
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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.
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love
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bell hooks |
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d239cd8
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"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."
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innocence
love
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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1e1e648
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"Good night! Good night! Far flies the light; But still God's love Shall shine above,
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god
light
love
night
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Victor Hugo |
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d2c2a6e
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The soul that loves and suffers is in the sublime state.
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love
pain
soul
sublime
suffering
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Victor Hugo |
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e7529e5
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A flock of butterflies riots in my stomach and steals my breath.
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love
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Stephenie Meyer |
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fa8f438
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"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"."
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levin
ljewin
love
marriage
pride
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Leo Tolstoy |
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cabce9e
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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.
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christian-marriage
christianity
love
marriage
sex
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Leo Tolstoy |
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5712f9e
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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.
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krapp
love
moments
play
relationship
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Samuel Beckett |
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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.
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happy-ever-after
love
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Robin Wasserman |
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199faf3
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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.
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attraction
beauty
idealism
love
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Donna Tartt |
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193e810
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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?
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hate
love
reconciliation
worship
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Roger Zelazny |
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6a4050c
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"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?"
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kingdom-of-ash
love
monster
sickness
understanding
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Sarah J. Maas |
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5a9f4b5
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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.
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love
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Paulo Coelho |
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57e3823
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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.
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kissed
kissing
kissing-quotes
love
teenage-love
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David Mitchell |
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8015c93
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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.
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beauty-in-nature
love
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Lloyd Alexander |
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291eaf5
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I just never noticed how little of me existed before. I was a shadow without a person.
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loneliness
love
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Michael J. Sullivan |
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cf416b7
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"Sestrilla, hafelina Jue amourasestrilla Awou jue selaviena En patre jue Translation: Beloved one, little cat I love you for all time
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forever
love
wild-rain
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Christine Feehan |
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66a9a88
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"Would it be such a terrible thing for us to fall in love?" he asked.
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ask
grey
kate
love
morning
peter
renagades
terrible
tremayne
turncoat
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Donna Thurland |
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4da9b5e
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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.
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love
passion
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Anaïs Nin |
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f299b29
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"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."
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inspirational
love
war
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Jeanne DuPrau |
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6e39cee
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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.
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love
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Kevin Brockmeier |
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9c470c2
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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
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love
novel
someone
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Nicholas Sparks |
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"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."
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kids
love
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Hilary McKay |
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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.
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beach
love
touching
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Amy Hempel |
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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.
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love
phone
phone-calls
teenager
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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"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." --
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love
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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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.
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falling-in-love
falling-out-of-love
love
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Jayden Hunter |
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"Maybe, I thought, it's not distance that's the problem, but how you handle it." - Dash"
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distance
long-distance-relationships
love
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Rachel Cohn |
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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.
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demanding
fear
insistent
jondalar
love
romance
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Jean M. Auel |
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I'll give you everything I've got, and if you need more, I'll find it and give it to you.
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love
romance
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Nora Roberts |
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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.
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communication
emotional-abuse
listening
listening-skills
listening-to-others
love
love-quotes
pain
relationships
vulnerability
vulnerability-quotes
vulnerable
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bell hooks |
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When you're young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close-as close as you can get-to another person only makes it clear the impassable distance between you.
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love
youth
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Nicole Krauss |
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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.
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gilbert
love
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L.M. Montgomery |
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There can be no love without justice. Until we live in a culture that no only respects but also upholds basic civil rights for children, most children will not know love.
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children
justice
love
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bell hooks |
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Dachshunds have their own agenda and can be stubborn about seeing their plans through to completion. What Rosie lacked in consistency, she made up for in enthusiasm. Most of the time when I called her name, she sprinted back, her long ears cocked and flying like a little girl's pigtails. Each encounter was a glorious reunion, even if we'd been parted for only a minute or two. I had never felt so loved.
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ears
love
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Mary Doria Russell |
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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
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love
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Paulo Coelho |
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The stupid part is that he isn't interested in... in getting serious. We get along. We have fun together. For him, that's enough. And it's so stupid for me to get hung up on him.
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him
life
love
truth
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Jim Butcher |
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One is loved because one is loved. No reason is needed for loving
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love
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Paulo Coelho |
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If the moderns really want a simple religion of love, they must look for it in the Athanasian Creed. The truth is that the trumpet of true Christianity, the challenge of the charities and simplicities of Bethlehem or Christmas Day never rang out more arrestingly and unmistakably than in the defiance of Athanasius to the cold compromise of the Arians. It was emphatically he who really was fighting for a God of Love against a God of colourless and remote cosmic control; the God of the stoics and the agnostics. It was emphatically he who was fighting for the Holy Child against the grey deity of the Pharisees and the Sadducees. He was fighting for that very balance of beautiful interdependence and intimacy, in the very Trinity of the Divine Nature, that draws our hearts to the Trinity of the Holy Family. His dogma, if the phrase be not misunderstood, turns even God into a Holy Family.
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christianity
god
god-is-love
heretics
love
pagans
the-trinity
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G.K. Chesterton |
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It might have been a new way for her heart to beat.
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cute
first-love
love
lovers
romantic
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Philip Pullman |
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I looked at her. Sheila was my girl--the girl I wanted--and wanted for keeps. But it wasn't any use having illusions about her. Sheila was a liar and probably always would be a liar. It was her way of fighting for survival--the quick easy glib denial. It was a child's weapon--and she'd probably never got out of using it. If I wanted Sheila, I must accept her as she was--be at hand to prop up the weak places. We've all got our weak places. Mine were different from Sheila's, but they were there.
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lies
love
mistakes
weakness
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Agatha Christie |
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- What happens to people that love each other? - I suppose they have whatever they have, and they are more fortunate than others. Then one of them gets the emptiness forever.
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death-of-a-loved-one
love
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Ernest Hemingway |
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Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.
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love
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Ernest Hemingway |