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1ad5a01
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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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6f636cc
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It was as if she had thought him into existence again, as if her mind were a flask into which had been poured a measure of longing, a measure of discontent, a measure of fatigue, a dash of bitterness, and pouf, there he stood.
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longing
love
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Wallace Stegner |
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eadeb8b
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Lanzarme con otro libro es tan grave como enamorarme, un impulso alocado que exige dedicacion fanatica. Con cada uno, como ante un nuevo amor, me pregunto si me alcanzaran las fuerzas para escribirlo y si acaso semejante proyecto vale la pena: hay demasiadas paginas inutiles y demasiados amorios frustrados.
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love
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Isabel Allende |
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9d30757
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She was spoiled, but she wasn't lazy. She knew what she wanted, and because she believed absolutely that she could have everything she wanted if she tried hard enough to get it, she never stopped trying.
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book
books
friends
friendship
fun
funny
gossip-girl
happy
knowledge
life
love
quote
quotes
strength
woman
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Cecily von Ziegesar |
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245dccc
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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
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inconvenience
love
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Lorrie Moore |
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9e20b12
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what time can be more beautiful than the one in which the finest virtues, innocent cheerfulness and indefinable longing for love constitute the sole motives of your life?
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|
childhood
innocence
love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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9ed90d8
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The thought came to me that perhaps it is the loving that counts, not the being loved in return - that perhaps true loving can never know anything but happiness.
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love
wisdom
youth
|
Dodie Smith |
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df66538
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Il s'etait tant de fois entendu dire ces choses, qu'elles n'avaient pour lui rien d'original. Emma ressemblait a toutes les maitresses ; et le charme de la nouveaute, peu a peu tombant comme un vetement, laissait voir a nu l'eternelle monotonie de la passion, qui a toujours les memes formes et le meme langage. Il ne distinguait pas, cet homme si plein de pratique, la dissemblance des sentiments sous la parite des expressions. Parce que des levres libertines ou venales lui avaient murmure des phrases pareilles, il ne croyait que faiblement a la candeur de celles-la ; on en devait rabattre, pensait-il, les discours exageres cachant les affections mediocres ; comme si la plenitude de l'ame ne debordait pas quelquefois par les metaphores les plus vides, puisque personne, jamais, ne peut donner l'exacte mesure de ses besoins, ni de ses conceptions, ni de ses douleurs, et que la parole humaine est comme un chaudron fele ou nous battons des melodies a faire danser les ours, quand on voudrait attendrir les etoiles.
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love
madame-bovary
|
Gustave Flaubert |
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a0c625a
|
It might have been a new way for her heart to beat.
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|
cute
first-love
love
lovers
romantic
|
Philip Pullman |
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63f6060
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Half an hour afterwards Dick emerged from the inn, and if Fancy's lips had been real cherries, probably Dick's would have appeared deeply stained.
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love
|
Thomas Hardy |
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dbcbc7b
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Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night.Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.
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love
romance
young-adult
|
Jodi Picoult |
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a7f14c0
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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
|
bell hooks |
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3404e3c
|
"Even as I hold you I think of you as someone gone far, far away. Your eyes the color of pennies in a bowl of dark honey bringing sweet light to someone else your black hair slipping through my fingers is the flash of your head going around a corner your smile, breaking before me, the flippant last turn of a revolving door, emptying you out, changed, away from me.
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loss
love
poetry
poetry-quotations
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Alice Walker |
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5964264
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He tried to read her heart in her handclasp but he knew nothing.
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love
|
Cormac McCarthy |
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cfa8018
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Jealous is an ugly thing.
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jealousy
love
romance
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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b1cb2fe
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Olivia sat back and propped her half-boots on the table. 'So far it's working. He has to return to me because I have his sister hostage.' She briefly put her fingertips to her lips. 'Did I just say that? I mean I'm protecting the baby sister and earning his trust
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humor
love
unrequited-love
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Kresley Cole |
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3e0a99c
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The Reverend William Trent, whose mind was of a serious order, had several times warned his elder sister that too lively a sense of humour frequently led to laxity of principle. She now perceived how right he was; and wondered, in dismay, whether it was because he invariably made her laugh that instead of regarding the Nonesuch with revulsion she was obliged to struggle against the impulse to cast every scruple to the winds, and to give her life into his keeping.
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love
sense-of-humor
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Georgette Heyer |
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57169bd
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As always, the first instant he sees her, he can feel his heart shut down, the way you do in those first moment after impact, or, he supposes, when you're drowning. Love or panic. The two have always been fairly indistinguishable to him.
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love
one-last-thing-before-i-go
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Jonathan Tropper |
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b57b08e
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The tears in my eyes are now running down my cheeks at the thought that I have been his wife and his bedfellow, his companion and his duchess, and even now, though he is near to death, still he does not love me. He has never loved me. He never will love me.
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history
importance
love
marriage
objectification
objectification-of-women
personhood
unimportant
women
|
Philippa Gregory |
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08ff59b
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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
|
Nicole Krauss |
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5320c43
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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.
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|
courage
friendship
love
saving-people
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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521c89a
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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
|
L.M. Montgomery |
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7b9533c
|
Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.
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love
|
Ernest Hemingway |
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3ab9553
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It hurts me when you do not want to hurt me.
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love
|
Jonathan Safran Foer |
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4ab8943
|
"Maybe I just didn't want it to be Benny because he really loves her, and if I was wrong about that, it'd be depressing. Who wants to be depressed?" "Poets," Eve decided. "You have to think they must." "Okay, other than poets."
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|
friends
humor
love
poets
|
J.D. Robb |
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4afc8a9
|
Increase of love brings increase of happiness, when it is mutual, and pure as that will be.
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|
love
purity
|
Anne Brontë |
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51f5a47
|
We had been separated by time and distance and events so long, it was as if we had to get to know each other again, but if it was possible to fall in love with the same person twice, I did.
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|
distance
landry
love
lust
pearl-in-the-mist
possibilities
time
v-c-andrews
withstand
|
V.C. Andrews |
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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.
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love
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Nathaniel Hawthorne |
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22646c6
|
Young girls often feel strong, courageous, highly creative, and powerful until they begin to receive undermining sexist messages that encourage them to conform to conventional notions of femininity. To conform they have to give up power.
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|
feminism
literature
love
patriarchy
relationships
|
bell hooks |
|
2099902
|
"They were both lean and blond and weather-beaten, and one evening, as they were portaging gear from their respective Zodiacs, Libby unzipped her survival suit and tied the sleeves around her waist so she could move more freely. Nate said, "You look good in that." No one, absolutely no one, looks good in a survival suit (unless a Day-Glo orange marshmallow man is your idea of a hot date), but Libby didn't even make the effort to roll her eyes. "I have vodka and a shower in my cabin," she said. "I have a shower in my cabin, too," Nate said. Libby just shook her head and trudged up the path to the lodge. Over her shoulder she called, "In five minutes, there's going to be a naked woman in my shower. You got one of those?" "Oh," said Nate."
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flirting
love
|
Christopher Moore |
|
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
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love
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
765093f
|
But that intimacy of mutual embarrassment, in which each feels that the other is feeling something, having once existed, its effect is not to be done away with.
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|
feeling
intimacy
love
|
George Eliot |
|
7ff65e0
|
The journey is everything. Most necessary of all, but rarest good fortune, we should try to find some man of our own sort who will go with us and to whom we can say the first thing that comes into our heads. For pleasure has no relish unless we share it.
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|
journeys
love
|
Virginia Woolf |
|
16801fe
|
...what argument is left with someone you love if she is willing to break your heart?
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love
|
Mark Helprin |
|
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
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love
|
Jodee Blanco |
|
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 |
|
9c28e24
|
What could my mother be to yours? What kin is my father to yours anyway? And how did you and I meet ever? But in love our hearts have mingled like red earth and pouring rain.
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|
kinship
love
poetry
|
Vikram Chandra |
|
0d00676
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We heal up through being loved, and through loving others. We don't heal by forming a secret society of one - by assessing about the only other 'one' we might admit, and being doomed to disappointment.
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|
healing
love
oneness
pain
|
Jeanette Winterson |
|
0afaa3c
|
God is Infinite Wisdom, and Power, and Goodness - and LOVE; but if this idea is too vast for your human faculties - if your mind loses itself in its overwhelming infinitude, fix it on Him who condescended to take our nature upon Him, who was raised to Heaven even in His glorified human body, in whom the fulness of the Godhead shines.
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|
goodness
jesus-christ
love
power
wisdom
|
Anne Brontë |
|
a553e7c
|
Other people's eyes are limitless and that's what scares me.
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|
eyes
love
people
story
|
Sophie Kinsella |
|
aac092c
|
And - I think you know, don't you? - that I love you, Anne.' I feel as if I have been living in a loveless world for too long. The last tender face I saw was my father's when he sailed for England. 'You do? Truly?' 'I do.' He rises to his feet and pulls me up to stand beside him. My chin comes to his shoulder, we are both dainty, long-limbed, coltish: well-matched. I turn my face into his jacket. 'Will you marry me?' he whispers. 'Yes,' I say.
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|
love
marriage
match
richard-iii
|
Philippa Gregory |
|
accac60
|
I don't know, Jondalar. Maybe you haven't found the right woman. Maybe the Mother has someone special for you. She doesn't make many like you. You are really more than most women could bear. If all your love were concentrated on one, it could overwhelm her, if she wasn't one to whom the Mother gave equal gifts.
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|
love
serenio
special
|
Jean M. Auel |
|
ad4f7c8
|
Over the lives borne from under the shadow of death there seems to fall the shadow of madness.
|
|
blame
desperate
enemies
friends
guilt
hate
immortality
lifeboat
loneliness
love
mental-illness
mortality
society
stranded
|
Joseph Conrad |
|
ae8d583
|
There are few couples as unhappy as those who are too proud to admit their unhappiness.
|
|
love
pride
unhappiness
|
P.D. James |
|
ff39e76
|
I know you don't love me. But I'm going to fight for your love. There are some things in life that are worth fighting for the end. You are worth it.
|
|
inspirational
love
struggle
survive
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
073e7b3
|
I could never hate you, even if I wanted to.
|
|
love
|
Laurie Halse Anderson |
|
c2a0203
|
Love is an act of faith, not an exchange.
|
|
inspirational
love
paulocoelho
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
d01d4e4
|
In love there are no friends everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open.
|
|
love
rivalry
|
Victor Hugo |
|
022e0c9
|
hl SHyH 'nh yjb `lyn 'n nrf` Swtn Hyn yuskt 'Hdhm rjlan? n`m.
|
|
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 |
|
ef4bc84
|
Do you know what it's like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you've got nothing left to give- and then realize that it still isn't whay they need?
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|
love
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
efd305b
|
Alford, Massachusetts: Mandy stood there with her old Nikon film camera, snapping photo after photo of the rural landscape. It was difficult to describe the wonderful feeling of there not being a single cell phone in sight; the only modern technology around was the faint blue glow of a cathode ray tube television in the window of a nearby house, and a few cars and trucks parked in crumbling gravel driveways. She was allowed to see this place, one that would likely be ruined by the 21st century as time went on... places like these were extremely hard to find these days. A world of wood-burning cookstoves and the waxy smell of Paraffin, laundry hung out to dry, rusty steel bridges over streams that reflected the bright blue skies, apple pies left out on windowsills... a world of hard work with very little to show for it aside from the sunlight beaming down on a proud community. And Mandy wanted to trap it all in her Kodak film rolls and rescue it from the future.
|
|
cell-phone
cook-stove
country
digital
earth
farm
film
future
glow
grim
kodachrome
kodak
laundry
love
massachusetts
missing
nikon
nostalgic
past
peace
photography
pie
small-town
television
texting
traditional
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
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 |
|
00d67e6
|
. . . things whose perishing had been arrested by their power to make her love them.
|
|
human
love
memory
perish
remember
remembrance
|
Denis Johnson |
|
33d1edb
|
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
|
G.K. Chesterton |
|
8b8c68b
|
How come love sounds so violent? You fall head over heels. You're struck by Cupid's arrow. You take the risk of having your heart broken. From an outside perspective, it sounds impossibly painful, not worth the trouble. And yet we do it every day. We keep coming back for more. Why? If it weren't so perilous, maybe we wouldn't crave it so much. Maybe it has to be brutal, in order to work. People come in so many shapes and sizes that it takes a bit of force in order to fit together perfectly. But you know what they say about a break that heals: it's always stronger than before.
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|
love
love-quote
relationship
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
2fc9d1b
|
If we want to discuss love, which after all we believe is something very special, it is not much help for someone to explain that it represents a universal basic principle governing the tides and the digestive system alike. He might as well tell us that death is a thermodynamic phenomenon affecting both the amoeba and a black hole in the constellation of Pegasus - and he would still have told us nothing.
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|
love
|
Patrick Süskind |
|
a85c8e7
|
"And that reminds me, Mama! I have just intercepted another of that puppy's floral offerings to my sister. This billet was attached to it." (Charles)"
|
|
love
overprotective-brothers
|
Georgette Heyer |
|
963c5ed
|
Because when we love, we always strive to become better than we are.
|
|
love
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
c5c134d
|
She hated the love she had been given, because it had asked for nothing in return, which was absurd, unreal, against the laws of nature
|
|
love
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
7060cb4
|
mn lbdyhy 'nh l t`y hdhh lHqyq@, whdh shy mfhwm: flhdf ldhy nlHqh mHjwb `n dy'man . . Hyn trGb ft@ shb@ fy lzwj fhy trGb fy shy tjhlh tmman. wlshb ldhy yrkD wr lmjd l ymlk 'dn~ fkr@ `n lmjd. ldhlk, fn lshy ldhy y`Ty m`n~ ltSrftn shy njhlh tmman. sbyn 'yDan tjhl m hw lhdf mn rGbth fy lkhyn@. 'ykwn lhdf mnh lwSwl l~ lkhf@ Gyr lmHtml@ llky'n? mndh rHylh `n jnyf why tqtrb 'kthr f'kthr mn hdh lhdf.
|
|
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 |
|
c42f5c9
|
A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth. As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and a moon in a single sky.
|
|
love
|
Mitch Albom |
|
c3288ad
|
Can you explain away love too?' I asked. 'Oh yes,' he said. 'The desire to possess in some, like avarice: in others the desire to surrender, to lose the sense of responsibility, the wish to be admired. Sometimes just the wish to be able to talk, to unburden yourself to someone who won't be bored. The desire to find again a father or a mother. And of course under it all the biological motive.
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|
explanation
love
|
Graham Greene |
|
c959ccd
|
I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood laid in my bosom, a half-idiot clasped in my arms, and to remember that I had made of this my equal- nay, my idol- to know that I must pass the rest of my dreary life with a creature incapable of understanding what I said, of appreciating what I thought, or of sympathising with what I felt!
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|
love
|
Charlotte Brontë |
|
c0ab7e8
|
"As the doctor treated the wound, Mazer said, " I don't care how much you eat, Ender, self-cannibalism won't get you out of this school."
|
|
genius
humor
love
|
Orson Scott Card |
|
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.
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|
earth
love
paul-d
slavery
world
|
Toni Morrison |
|
16a23c5
|
"And what did you give him in return?"..."My heart."
|
|
love
valek
yelena-zaltana
|
Maria V. Snyder |
|
bc8ec54
|
Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.
|
|
emotion
hate
love
|
David Gemmell |
|
13cfd6b
|
"I'm not this unusual," she said. "It's just my hair." She looked at Bobby and she looked at me, with an expression at once disdainful and imploring. She was forty, pregnant, and in love with two men at once. I think what she could not abide was the zaniness of her life. Like many of us, she had grown up expecting romance to bestow dignity and direction. "Be brave," I told her. Bobby and I stood before her, confused and homeless and lacking a plan, beset by an aching but chaotic love that refused to focus in the conventional way. Traffic roared behind us. A truck honked its hydraulic horn, a monstrous, oceanic sound. Clare shook her head, not in denial but in exasperation. Because she could think of nothing else to do, she began walking again, more slowly, toward the row of trees."
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|
glbtq
love
pregnancy
pregnant-woman
romance
self-doubt
threesome
triangle
|
Michael Cunningham |
|
dd3546f
|
That infinite and indescribable good which is there above races as swiftly to love as a ray of light to a bright body. It gives of itself according to the ardor it finds, so that as charity spreads farther the eternal good increases upon it, and the more souls there are who love, up there, the more there are to love well, and the more love they reflect to each other, as in a mirror.
|
|
heaven
love
|
Dante Alighieri |
|
19cd684
|
Not all were joyful tales; we needed to acknowledge that love was not just kisses, smiles, and fulfillment, but also sacrifice, compromise, and hard work.
|
|
love
love-quotes
|
Juliet Marillier |
|
e53c5b8
|
Often we fail to consider the fact that our social, spiritual, and intellectual interests are miles apart. Our value systems and goals are contradictory, but we are in love.
|
|
falling-in-love
love
marriage
relationship
short-term-feeling
successful-marriage
|
Gary Chapman |
|
e64074a
|
"You want to know, but are afraid to ask, whether or not I found someone. If there could be anyone to fill that hole in my heart after I lost him. I did. "Life is futile," says my new therapist, Michaela, "and no one gets out of it alive. There is only love." --
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love
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Emma Forrest |
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142e559
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She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead.
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electricity
love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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97c8718
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In a flash, they disappeared. The path, the gate, the demon, and the Silver Blood. Kingsley was gone. Trapped in Hell for eternity. Mimi collapsed to the ground, as if her heart had imploded in her chest.
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force
kingsley
love
mimi
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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985d4cf
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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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d51ab27
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Unconnected to the life of love, uncolored by love, the world resumes its own, its natural and callous importance. This is first a blow, then an odd consolation. And already I felt my old self - my old, devious, ironic, isolated self - beginning to breathe again and stretch and settle, though all around it my body clung cracked and bewildered, in the stupid pain of loss.
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love
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Alice Munro |
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57526b8
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...Ponnammal set the example for the others by quietly doing what they did not care to do. Her spirit created a new climate in the place, and the time came when there was not one nurse who would refuse to do whatever needed to be done.
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christian
help
inspirational
love
selfless-love
selfless-service
selflessness
service
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Elisabeth Elliot |
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0b0e9e9
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I don't need the aid of a clever man to teach me how to live. I can find it out for myself.
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gender
inspirational
love
romance
sex
sexuality
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Henry James |
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320ab1f
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And he always checks that he carries three things with him: faith, hope, and love.
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faith
hope
love
novel
paulo
warrior
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Paulo Coelho |
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a9fe107
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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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30ca43e
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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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8b8aa33
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Carn Carby left, and ender mentally added him to his private list of people who also qualified as human beings.
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friend
human
life
love
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Orson Scott Card |
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172645c
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Men and the pursuit of them are strongly intertwined with my mental health. I would say, in my defensive defense, that the problem with being a serial monogamist is, there isn't anybody random or unimportant: everybody you sleep with really means something, which is to say each of them is on your public record. At some point I wake up thinking, Fuck this! I don't want another man in my bed ever again. What I really want is a cat.
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humor
love
men
sex
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Emma Forrest |
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6f0d0d7
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But if Miss Golightly remained unconscious of my existence, except as a doorbell convenience, I became, through the summer, rather an authority on hers. I discovered, from observing the trash-basket outside her door, that her regular reading consisted of tabloids and travel folders and astrological charts; that she smoked an esoteric cigarette called Picayunes; survived on cottage cheese and Melba Toast; that her vari-colored hair was somewhat self-induced. The same source made it evident that she received V-letters by the bale. They were torn into strips like bookmarks. I used occasionally to pluck myself a bookmark in passing. Remember and miss you and rain and please write and damn and goddamn were the words that recurred most often on these slips; those, and lonesome and love.
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love
women
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Truman Capote |
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cb32838
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Ah, in those earliest days of love how naturally the kisses spring into life! So closely, in their profusion, do they crowd together that lovers would find it as hard to count the kisses exchanged in an hour as to count the flowers in a meadow in May.
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kisses
love
may
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Marcel Proust |
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085493d
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I'm the thing you most desire, you represent the thing I least desire, death. It's just the opposite of love.
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desire
love
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Ray Bradbury |
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a21ad85
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It's physics. Pure physics, I'm falling fast and faster still. So fall with me. Fall down with me. And stay.
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fall-in-love
love
poems
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Cecily von Ziegesar |
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fb3827e
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Underwater, we're drowning victims, struggling over and under each others' bodies. But above, we bob with the tide,undercurrents pulling us just far enough apart ,so that we're drifting parallel but not together.
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loneliness
love
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Craig Thompson |
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0a08912
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He thought about that visionary lady. To die, he thought, never knowing the fierce joy and attendant comfort of a loved one's embrace. To sink into that hideous coma, to sink then into death and, perhaps, return to sterile, awful wanderings. All without knowing what it was to love and be loved. That was a tragedy more terrible than becoming a vampire.
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love
vampire
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Richard Matheson |
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229b937
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"The cloudless day is richer at its close; A golden glory settles on the lea; Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea. And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light, The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines; Freed form the noonday glare, the favour'd sight Increasing grace in earth and sky divines. But ere the purest radiance crowns the green, Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove,
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forest
love
love-lost
lustre
melancholy
memory
nature
pantheism
reminiscence
romance
sadness
sky
twilight
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H. P. Lovecraft |
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8e509b3
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I had kissed my share of men, particularly during the war years, when flirtation and instant romance were the light-minded companions of death and uncertainty. Jamie, thought, was something different. His extreme gentleness was in no way tentative; rather it was a promise of power known and held in leash; a challenge and a provocation the more remarkable for its lack of demand. I am yours, it said. And if you will have me, then..
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despair
honesty
love
war
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Diana Gabaldon |
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882e1d8
|
Look, in my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person is still going to think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
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love
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Diablo Cody |
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85aff64
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"I kissed him once," she whispered.
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love
scott
westerfeld
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Scott Westerfeld |
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afd24a2
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It's here, inside me, and it'll bite off pieces when it can. But I can take it because you're there. Because you know how it feels. You're the only one who really knows. And becasue you love me enough to feel it. When you look at me, and I see that, I can take anything.
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love
reunion-in-death
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J.D. Robb |
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b08bdc5
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kn bmkn anW 'n tnhy Hyth bTryq@ 'khr~ mkhtlf@ tmman. wlkn Hfz lmHT@ wlmwt, hdh lHfz ldhy l yuns~ lqtrnh bbdy@ lHb, kn yjdhbh fy lHZt ly's, bjmlh lqy'm. flnsn ynsj Hyth `l~ Gyr `lm mnh wfqan lqwnyn ljml Ht~ fy lHZt ly's l'kthr qtm@. l ymkn dhan 'n y'khdh 'Hd `l~ rwy@ fttnh bltfq lGmD llSdf. (mthlan, tlqy frwnsky wanW wlrSyf wlmwt 'w tlqy bythwvn wtwms wtyryz wk's lkwnyk). lkn ymkn 'n yw'khdh biHqinW `l~ lnsn Hyn yu`my `ynyh `n hdhh lSdf fyHrm bltly Hyth mn bu`d ljml.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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83753f2
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I kissed her and forgot death.
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existentialism
kiss
lesbian
lesbianism
love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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4a5dd62
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I am slowly coming to understand with all my heart as well as my head that love is not a feeling. It is a person.
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love
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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33b6e5e
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She's not like anyone I've ever seen before. When I'm not with her, I want to be. And when she opens the book and I see her face, I can barely remember what I'm supposed to say, much less how to speak at all. I think I might be in love with her.
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love
romance
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Jodi Picoult |
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e65b924
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Because it hardly ends with falling in love. Just the opposite. I don't need to tell you, Your Honor, I sense that you understand true loneliness. How you fall in love and it's there that the work begins: day after day, year after year, you must dig yourself up, exhume the contents of your mind and sould for the other to sift through so that you might be known to him, and you, too, must spend days and years wading through all that he excavates for you alone, the archaeology of his being, how exhausting it became, the digging up and the wading through, while my own work, my true work, lay waiting for me. Yes, I always thought there would be more time left for me, more time left for us, and for the child we might one day have, but I never felt that my work could be put aside as they could, my husband and the idea of our child, a little boy or girl that I sometimes even tried to imagine, but always only vaguely enough that he or she remained a ghostly emissary of our future, just her back while she sat playing with her blocks on the floor, or just his feet sticking out of the blanket on our bed, a tiny pair of feet. What of it, there would be time for them, for the life they stood for, the one I was not yet prepared to live because I had not yet done what I had meant to do in this one.
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love
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Nicole Krauss |
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43bc995
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Quien ama esperando una recompensa esta perdiendo el tiempo.
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español
love
prym
the-devil
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Paulo Coelho |
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5e52a0f
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"Who makes you least confused?" "Calvin" There was no hesitation here. "When I'm with Calvin, I don't mind being me" "You mean he makes you more you, don't you?" "I guess you could put it that way."
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love
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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ba89863
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Hospital waits are bad ones. The fact that they happen to pretty much all of us, sooner or later, doesn't make them any less hideous. They're always just a little too cold. It always smells just a little bit too sharp and clean. It's always quiet, so quiet that you can hear the fluorescent lights - another constant, those lights - humming. Pretty much everyone else there is in the same bad predicament you are, and there isn't much in the way of cheerful conversation. And there's always a clock in sight. The clock has superpowers. It always seems to move too slowly. Look up at it and it will tell you the time. Look up an hour and a half later, and it will tell you two minutes have gone by. Yet it somehow simultaneously has the ability to remind you of how short life is, to make you acutely aware of how little time someone you love might have remaining to them.
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hospital
life
love
waiting-room
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Jim Butcher |
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7af5990
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'thn lnhr, knt tyryz tHwl jhd@ (lkn dwn 'n ttmkn f`lan) l'n tSdq m yqwlh twms w'n tkwn s`yd@ km f`lt Ht~ lan. Gyr 'n lGyr@ lmkbwt@ fy lnhr knt tZhr bshkl 'kthr `nfan fy 'Hlmh lty tnthy dy'man bnHyb l ynqT` l Hyn ywqZh twms. knt 'Hlmh ttkrr `l~ shkl Hlqt mtnw`@ 'w mslslin tlfzywny. thm@ Hlw kn ytkrr bstmrr `l~ sbyl lmthl, whw Hlm lhrr@ lty tqfz l~ wjhh munshb@ mkhlbh fy jldh. fy lHqyq@ ymkn tfsyr hdh lHlm bshwl@: lhr@ fy llG@ ltshyky@ klm@ `my@ t`ny ft@ jmyl@. knt tyryz dhan tsh`r 'nh mhdd@ mn lns, kl lns. flns kluWhn `shyqt mHtmlt ltwms wlhdh fhy tkhf mnhn.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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7a19a77
|
A few days after we came home from the hospital, I sent a letter to a friend, including a photo of my son and some first impressions of fatherhood. He responded, simply, 'Everything is possible again.' It was the perfect thing to write because that was exactly how it felt.
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family
fatherhood
love
motherhood
parenthood
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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c09a3a0
|
My spirits were excited, and with pleasure and ease I talked to him during supper, and for a long time after. There was no harassing restraint, no repressing of glee and vivacity with him; for with him I was at perfect ease, because I knew I suited him; all I said or did seemed either to console or revive him. Delightful consciousness! It brought to life and light my whole nature: in his presence I thoroughly lived; and he lived in mine.
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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38c5a6b
|
Yes, Harry, you can love, said Dumbledore, who looked as though he knew perfectly well what Harry had just refrained from saying. Which, given everything that has happened to you, is a great and remarkable thing.
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|
dumbledore
half-blood-prince
harry-potter
horcruxes
j-k-rowling
love
page-509
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J.K. Rowling |
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40bd333
|
A smitten smile unexpectedly shot across my face, and I quickly hid it as best I could-purely out of habit. Will Stephens doesn't get smitten smiles.
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love
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Laura Miller Butterfly Weeds |
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48076a8
|
Witch Baby wanted to ask Ping how to find her Jah-Love angel. She knew Raphael was not him, even though Raphael had the right eyes and smile and name. She knew how he looked--the angel in her dream--but she didn't know how to find him. Should she roller-skate through the streets in the evenings when the streetlights flicker on? Should she stow away to Jamaica on a cruise ship and search for him in the rain forests and along the beaches? Would he come to her? Was he waiting, dreaming of her in the same way she waited and dreamed?
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|
love
romance
unrequited
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Francesca Lia Block |
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108fe31
|
Passion is destructive. It destroyed Antony and Cleopatra, Tristan and Isolde, Parnell and Kitty O'Shea. And if it doesn't destroy it dies. It may be then that one is faced with the desolation of knowing that one has wasted the years of one's life, that one's brought disgrace upon oneself, endured the frightful pang of jealousy, swallowed every bitter mortification, that one's expended all one's tenderness, poured out all the riches of one's soul on a poor drab, a fool, a peg on which on hung one's dreams, who wasn't worth a stick of chewing gum.
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|
love
passion
passion-is-destructive
|
W. Somerset Maugham |
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77f40fd
|
...kissing me with a violence that was terrifying and yet, somehow, the summit of all my tenderest dreams.
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|
love
mary-stewart
nine-coaches-waiting
|
Mary Stewart |
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4862f07
|
God will help you make the choices that guide you into His path for each stage and age of your life.
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|
christian
faith
god
guide
heart
life
love
path
stage
woman
women
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Elizabeth George |
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42c0866
|
And in that moment of sun and joy, Lupe knew why she loved and also hated Salvador. He gave her wings. He didn't try to lock her in, as had Jaime and the other boys she'd known. No, she could dream her wildest dreams with him and so she loved him for this; but she also hated him because it made her fearful. No one in her family was like this. They were always very cautious.
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|
fear
freedom
happiness
joy
love
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Victor Villaseñor |
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b80f51d
|
I finally accept that not only do I not understand the death of my relationship, but I do not need to. These men were good and kind to me, they loved me and I loved them back and the shock at the finish holds no wisdom. The revelation is not that I lost them, but that I had them.
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|
love
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Emma Forrest |
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17bc76e
|
The world is full of unrequited love,' I said finally. 'You and Patrick having problems?' Dad said, reaching around to get the butter out of the fridge. 'No, I was just wondering what you would say if I was a lesbian.' 'Come again?' said Lester. 'I'm having a hard time following this conversation.
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|
brother
conversation
dinner
family
father
fridge
funny
lesbian
love
problems
random
sexuality
unrequited-love
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Phyllis Reynolds Naylor |
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5585c76
|
"You don't understand," Mairelon said dully. "Kim doesn't want to marry a toff." Was that what was bothering him? "Well, of all the bacon-brained, sapskulled, squirish, buffle-headed nod cocks!" Kim said with as much indignation as she could muster. "I was talking about the marquis, not about you!" Mairelon's eyes kindled. "Then you would?" "You've whiddled it," Kim informed him. As he kissed her again, she heard Mrs. Lowe murmur, "Mind your language, Kim," and Shoreham say in an amused tone, "Yes, Your Grace, I believe that was an affirmative answer."
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love
marriage
|
Patricia C. Wrede |
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4c82a0b
|
It's different when the person you love dies. There's an awful finality to death. But it is final. The end. And there's the funeral, family gatherings, grieving, all of those necessary rituals. And they help, believe me. When the object of your love just disappears, there's no way to deal with the grief and pain.
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|
finality
grief
love
pain
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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b1b8d32
|
Your tears are my prayers.
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|
inspirational
love
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
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2ed84bf
|
He lay, often, looking at her sleeping face in the new light that fell in through the open walls of the strange house, and he stared at her skin and hair with his mouth open, transfixed by the quick stillness of her, struck dumb with the physical fact of her existence as though she was some careless star-thing that slept on quite unaware of its incandescent power; the casualness and ease with which she slept there amazed him; he couldn't believe that such beauty could survive without some superhumanly intense conscious effort.
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incandescent-power
love
shias-engin
star-thing
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Iain M. Banks |
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cc32f74
|
I was nineteen years five months old when I fell in love for the first time. This seemed to me a profound, advanced age; never can we anticipate being older than we are, or wiser; if we're exhausted, it's impossible to anticipate being strong; as, in the grip of a dream, we rarely understand that we're dreaming, and will escape by the simplest of methods, opening our eyes.
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|
dreams
love
older
strength
teenagers
young
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Joyce Carol Oates |
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9ee8f6a
|
Jesus said his disciples would be known for their love, not for their placards of protest and angry letters to the editor.
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|
christianity
discipleship
jesus
love
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Brian Zahnd |
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9a6c590
|
By attempting to kill you, Voldemort himself singled out the remarkable person who sits here in front of me, and gave him the tools for the job! It is Voldemort's fault that you were able to see into his thoughts, his ambitions, that you even understand the snakelike language in which he gives orders, and yet, Harry, despite your privileged insight into Voldemort's world (which, incidentally, is a gift any Death Eater would kill to have), you have never been seduced by the Dark Arts, never, even for a second, shown the slightest desire to become one of Voldemort's followers!
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|
love
|
J.K. Rowling |
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f2ccf48
|
A body is a body, but only voices are capable of love
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|
love
voices
|
Ricardo Piglia |
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f0bb944
|
And though his face was calm, his shoulders thrown back, I said, I see all of you, Rhys. And there is not one part that I do not love with everything that I am. His hand squeezed mine in answer before he laid my fingers on his arm, raising it enough that we must have painted a rather courtly portrait as we entered the chamber. You bow to no one, was all he replied.
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|
feyre
love
rhysand
young-adult
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Sarah J. Maas |
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09acdc0
|
Guenever never cared for God. She was a good theologian, but that was all. The truth was that she was old and wise: she knew that Lancelot did care for God most passionately, that it was essential he should turn in that direction. So, for his sake, to make it easier for him, the great queen now renounced what she had fought for all her life, now set the example, and stood to her choice. She had stepped out of the picture. Lancelot guessed a good deal of this, and, when she refused to see him, he climbed the convent wall with Gallic, ageing gallantry. He waylaid her to expostulate, but she was adamant and brave. Something about Mordred seems to have broken her lust for life. They parted, never to meet on earth.
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|
guinevere
lancelot
love
|
T.H. White |
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b2dcb04
|
To a shameful extent, the charm of marriage boils down to how unpleasant it is to be alone. This isn't necessarily our fault as individuals. Society as a whole appears determined to render the single state as nettlesome and depressing as possible: once the freewheeling days of school and university are over, company and warmth become dispiritingly hard to find; social life starts to revolve oppressively around couples; there's no one left to call or hang out with. It's hardly surprising, then, if when we find someone halfway decent, we might cling.
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|
love
marriage
social-life
|
Alain de Botton |
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344e22f
|
Love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in.
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|
love
rivalry
|
Thomas Hardy |
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f0a875a
|
"Love's not a decision, son. It hits a man betwixt the eyes, and there's no decidin' to it. Right or wrong, doubts or no doubts, he's standin' knee deep in cement that's about to set." ~Harv Coulter"
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love
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Catherine Anderson |
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984a99b
|
"I realized I love him just as much or more than I did four years ago. That I'm never live with him" She raised her head to look at her sisters with haunted eyes. "And I don't know if I can live without him."
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|
love
with
without
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Christine Feehan |
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a5f066a
|
"Sai bene che non sogno. Ma ieri notte ho sognato che assistevamo a un funerale nel mare. All'inizio ero attonito. Poi pieno di rimpianti. Ma tu
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love
sea
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Raymond Carver |
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46c6172
|
This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
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|
depression
empathy
heart
heartbreak
lost
lost-love
love
mournful
mourning
music
nostalgia
regret
ruminating
sadness
suicide
thinking
tradgedy
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Joseph Conrad |
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d444f0a
|
Usually adult males who are unable to make emotional connections with the women they chose to be intimate with are frozen in time, unable to allow themselves to love for fear that the loved one will abandon them.
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|
fear-of-love
feminism
feminist
intimacy
love
manhood
masculinity
men
motherhood
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bell hooks |
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fcd2a3e
|
How do you know she's the one for you? ...and did you ever notice how, when she's nervous,she sings? Off-key? You like that? Well, that's the thing. I think her flaws make me love her even more. She's not perfect, but she's perfect to me.
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|
love
romance
|
Jodi Picoult |
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e6934d9
|
It is said that everytime we embrace someone warmly, we gain an extra day of life. So please embrace me now.
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love
|
Paulo Coelho |
|
a519231
|
Natalie had what I'd call a slow beauty, the kind you don't really notice at first and then it knocks you back and grows on you and she gets more beautiful every time you see her and then you can't believe that you ever thought that she was anything less than completely stunning. Whenever I saw her, my entire body reacted, as though it were the first time or better.
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love
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Harlan Coben |
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2eb853c
|
I read once that sorrow looks back, worry looks around, and faith looks ahead.
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|
life
love
relationships
|
Sandra Steffen |
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8c86e29
|
You said she's a senior? Babe we're ALL crazy.
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|
crazy
funny
girl
gossip
love
romance
senior
you
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Cecily von Ziegesar |
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ybdw 'n fy ldmG mnTq@ khS@ tmman wymkn tsmyth b<>, why lty tsjWl kl l'shy lty sHrtn 'w lty j`ltn nnf`l 'mmh, wkl m y`Ty lHytn jmlh. mdh t`rWf twms l~ tyryz, lm y`d l'y mr'@ lHq fy 'n ttrk 'thran wlw `bran fy hdhh lmnTq@ mn dmGh.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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11c5078
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"Oh, Myr," he chokes out. "I hate having to ask this of you..." He glances towards the car again, and I crouch down in the shadows, hoping it's too dark for him to see whether the window is open or closed. The woman pats his arm, cradling her hand against his elbow. "You know I'd do anything for you and Hil," she says. I like her voice. It's throaty and rich. "You'd do anything?" my father repeats numbly. "Even now? After -?" "Even now," the woman says firmly."
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asking
fear
forgiveness
guilt
help
kindness
love
past
request
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Margaret Peterson Haddix |
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dcfe828
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I laugh and it's the same bitter laugh I remember him giving when we met so many weeks ago. Isaiah says it so simply that my heart soars and sinks at the same time. I whisper. Isaiah shakes his head and stares out the window. I ask. Because I don't know how the two of us can continue forward. Isaiah refuses to let me in. It's sort of cruel. He's brought me close with his stories of his childhood and with his words of love, but he can't relinquish control. I refuse to be with someone who won't treat me as an equal.
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control
happen
help
hurt
isaiah
let-in
love
rachel-young
refuse
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Katie McGarry |
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658a11f
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That night two lovers whispering under the lead canopy of the church were killed by their own passion. Their effusion of words, unable to escape through the Saturnian discipline of lead, so filled the spaces of the loft that the air was all driven away. The lovers suffocated, but when the sacristan opened the tiny door the words tumbled him over in their desire to be free, and were seen flying across the city in the shape of doves.
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love
passion
words
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Jeanette Winterson |
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a260742
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"You couldn't get more original than Laura. Laura. Yes, she was an original, all right. One of a kind. Did they break her mold or what, pal? Or...or did it ? Still, Laura. The one and the only. Such a plain name for a unique cutie. But perhaps my acuity is not without its problems. I ruin everything: a stupid story to be tapped out on my tomb's stone. I ruined even Laura. And an original ruin is rare. Just ask the archaeologist, "Egypt, again?" Just ask me, "Laura, again?" and we'll both respond: "Yes, again and again. And again."
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love
original
originality
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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9fdd8f2
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How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you've been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?
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faith
heaven
inspirational-quotes
letting-go
love
moving-on
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Mitch Albom |
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e2d1651
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He returned her love. He lusted after her sweet young body. He wanted her the way he wanted to breathe the spring air. He had never loved anyone before. He had not known even what this feeling for his tiny slave was. Now in the crisp, clear spring sunlight, he knew.
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first-love
high-king
impossible-love
king
life
love
lust
slave-girl
spring
sunlight
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Andrew M. Greeley |
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4a4c65a
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Everything's different from us. That's why everything exists.
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being
clarity
existence
god
life
love
meaning
paganism
pantheism
reality
seeing
truth
universe
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Alberto Caeiro |