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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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8c86e29
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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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0629cfd
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The Amy of today was abrasive enough to want to hurt, sometimes. I speak specifically of the Amy of today, who was only remotely like the woman I fell in love with. It had been an awful fairy-tale reverse transformation. Over just a few years, the old Amy, the girl of the big laugh and the east ways, literally shed herself, a pile of skin and soul on the floor, and out stepped this new, brittle, bitter Amy. My wife was no longer my wife but a razor-wire knot daring me to unloop her, and I was not up to the job with my thick, numb, nervous fingers. Country fingers. Flyover fingers untrained in the intricate, dangerous work of solving Amy. When I'd hold up the bloody stumps, she'd sigh and turn to her secret mental notebook on which she tallied all my deficiencies, forever noting disappointments, frailties, shortcomings. My old Amy, damn, she was fun. She was fun. She made me laugh. I'd forgotten that. And she laughed, From the bottom of her throat, from right behind that small finger-shaped hollow, which is the best place to laugh from. She released her grievances like handfuls of birdseed: They are there, and they are gone.
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change
dangerous
love
misperception
wife
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Gillian Flynn |
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dd912cd
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There was still one response, the greatest, that she had missed. She thought: To find a feeling that would hold, as their sum, as their final expression, the purpose of all the things she loved on earth... To find a consciousness like her own, who would be the meaning of her world, as she would be of his... No, not Francisco d'Anconia, not Hank Rearden, not any man she had ever met or admired... A man who existed only in her knowledge of her capacity for an emotion she had never felt, but would have given her life to experience.
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love
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Ayn Rand |
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9a6c590
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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
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J.K. Rowling |
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38c5a6b
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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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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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9ee8f6a
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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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d56a178
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But simple as the Sign of the Cross is, it carries a brave weight: it names the Trinity, celebrates the Creator, and brings home all the power of faith to the brush of fingers on skin and bone and belly. So do we, sometimes well and sometimes ill, labor to bring home our belief in God's love to the stuff of our daily lives, the skin and bone of this world -- and the Sign of the Cross helps us to remember that we have a Companion on the road.
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catholic
catholicism
christ
christian
christianity
creator
cross
faith
god
god-s-love
holy-trinity
jesus
jesus-christ
love
prayer
religion
sacramental
sign-of-the-cross
trinity
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Brian Doyle |
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5766731
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I'll go from world to world until I find a time and place where you can come awake in safety. And I'll tell your story to my people, so that perhaps in time the can forgive you, too. The way that you've forgiven me.
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comprehension
crazy
ender
forgivness
genius
life
love
regret
truth
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Orson Scott Card |
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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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1c7c63e
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If he were alive, she might come to see his flaws...but a dead man is perfect.
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love
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Rumiko Takahashi |
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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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884e1d2
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Like light and shadow, love and hate were inseparable. One could not exist without the other.
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love
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David Gemmell |
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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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344e22f
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Love has its own dark morality when rivalry enters in.
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love
rivalry
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Thomas Hardy |
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576bf0c
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... Good gracious, Jerry, you'll probably have to marry the girl.' Joanna was half serious, half laughing. It was at that moment that I made a very important discovery. 'Damn it all,' I said. 'I don't mind if I do. In fact - I should like it.' A very funny expression came over Joanna's face. She got up and said dryly, as she went toward the door, 'Yes, I've known that for some time...' She left me standing, glass in hand, aghast at my new discovery.
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love
men
new-discovery
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Agatha Christie |
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40bd333
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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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882e1d8
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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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7987337
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Our senses are woefully limited. Our brains are but tiny candles flickering in an infinity of darkness. Our only wisdom is to admit that we cannot understand, and since we cannot understand we must do the best we can with faith. which is our only talent. The greatest act of faith we are capable of is that of loving another more than we love ourselves, and occasionally we can be quite good at it.
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love
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Barry Hughart |
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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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17bc76e
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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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984a99b
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"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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9b31775
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When I saw him looking up like that I knew that I loved him, and that it was for always. It was as if my heart turned over, and I knew that it was for always. It's a strange feeling - when you know quite certainly in yourself that something is for always . It's like what death must be.
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love
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Jean Rhys |
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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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8a5f417
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Yours is a race whose imagination is limited to its own small appetites. Greed, lust, envy - these are the motivating forces of humankind. What redeems you is that in every man and woman there is a seed that can grow to encompass love, joy and compassion. But this seed is never allowed to prosper in fertile ground. It struggles for life among the rocks of your human soul.
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good
humanity
love
motivation
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David Gemmell |
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b1b8d32
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Your tears are my prayers.
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inspirational
love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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75969c9
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We treat desire as a problem to be solved, address what desire is for and focus on that something and how to acquire it rather than on the nature and the sensation of desire, though often it is the distance between us and the object of desire that fills in the space in between with the blue of longing. I wonder sometimes whether with a slight adjustment of perspective it could be cherished as a sensation in its own terms, since it is as inherent to the human condition as blue is to distance?
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love
patience
rebecca-solnit
sensation
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Rebecca Solnit |
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77f40fd
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...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
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Mary Stewart |
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b2dcb04
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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
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Alain de Botton |
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108fe31
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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
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W. Somerset Maugham |
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e191a6a
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I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check.
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love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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81995e9
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The emotional place where a marriage begins is not nearly as important as the emotional place where a marriage finds itself toward the end, after many years of partnership.
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love
marriage
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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f9d6cec
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There is a hardly a more gracious gift that we can offer somebody than to accept them fully, to love them almost despite themselves.
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love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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ad36c14
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That's what's so touching about weddings: Two people fall in love, and decide to see if their love might stand up over time, if there might be enough grace and forgiveness and memory lapses to help the whole shebang hang together.
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love
marriage
weddings
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Anne Lamott |
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ae8353c
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"Die Welt ist nirgends ausser diesen Mauern; Nur Fegefeuer, Qual, die Holle selbst. Von hier verbannt, ist aus der Welt verbannt, Und solcher Bann ist Tod: Drum gibst du ihm Den falschen Namen. - Nennst du Tod Verbannung, Enthauptest du mit goldnem Beile mich Und lachelst zu dem Streich, der mich ermordet. There is no world without Verona walls, But purgatory, torture, hell itself. Hence banished is banished from the world, And world's exile is death. Then "banished" Is death mistermed. Calling death "banished", Thou cuttest my head off with a golden axe And smilest upon the stroke that murders me. Romeo: Act III, Scene 3"
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liebe
love
tod
tragedy
tragödie
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William Shakespeare |
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9df566a
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I had let down my shields, that was the problem. The crazy inside Dad had infected me, weakened me so that when Finn smiled, I'd been vulnerable. I'd dropped my shields and let myself pretend that somebody like Finn would want to be with somebody like me.
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love
sad
sad-love
young-love
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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f574be9
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'God help me, yes. I don't want anything more than you. I want nothing less than you.'
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love
m-m-romance
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T.J. Klune |
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8fcc33a
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It's like I'd been walking a tightrope with a big safety net underneath me, but I never really thought about the net until someone took it away. And then every single step scared me to death.
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concern
death
emotions
family
feelings
life
loss
love
relationship
security
separation
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Margaret Peterson Haddix |
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9270129
|
God is immutable--He never changes! His ministry to you is complete, on target, and constant!
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|
change
christian
constant
faith
god
love
ministry
never
target
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Elizabeth George |
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6786d1d
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What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
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love
revenge
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Cornelia Funke |
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6ddeb7d
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Love takes something that's difficult and makes it feel so effortless.
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effortless
love
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Debbie Macomber |
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99b614b
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She shall be my queen, and I her most ardent admirer and protector. A new standard of love shall be established for the ages. Time will clarify my devotion! On this I would gladly stake my very soul!
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ages
devotion
love
queen
soul
standard
time
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Brandon Mull |
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9bb0721
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And I'll look back at him because I shan't be able to help it, remembering about being young, and about being made love to and making love, about pain and dancing and not being afraid of death, about all music I've ever loved, and every time I've been happy.
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love
music
nostalgia
youth
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Jean Rhys |
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026a5b2
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When I come to the end of my life -- when I come to the real end, at the right time, my mind may flash with random images... But I am not being hopeful about this when I say my last thoughts will be of love.
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life
love
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Emma Forrest |
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76b89fe
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I will love you for ever, whatever happens. Till I die and after I die, and when I find my way out of the land of the dead I'll drift about for ever, all my atoms, till I find you again... I'll be looking for you, Will, every moment, every single moment. And when we do find each other again we'll cling together so tight that nothing and no one'll ever tear us apart. Every atom of me and every atom of you... We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds and in those little specks of light you see floating in sunbeams... And when they use our atoms to make new lives, they won't just be able to take one, they'll have to take two, one of you and one of me, we'll be joined so tight...
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love
northern-lights
the-amber-spyglass
the-golden-compass
the-subtle-knife
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Philip Pullman |
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ce1c303
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She has committed great sins, but they've been forgiven, and that's why she loves so deeply.
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faith
forgiveness
god
hope
love
mary-magdalene
prostitution
redemption
religion
second-chances
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Philip Pullman |
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49d73f9
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"If she lives, she shall be my wedded wife. If she dies--mother, I can't speak of what I shall feel if she dies." His voice was choked in his throat."
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jem
loss
love
marriage
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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47667ee
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I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
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love
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T.S. Eliot |
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d3dafd8
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The vilest of men and the wickedest of women likewise may do good from time to time, for love and compassion and pity may be found in even the blackest of hearts.
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compassion
evil
good
heart
love
vile
wicked
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George R.R. Martin |
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a2e425e
|
Only you could have won me away from the sea. I came back from the ends of the earth for you.
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fire-and-blood
love
ocean
sailor
sea
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George R.R. Martin |
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797e69f
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They laughed at him, but they didn't know, they didn't know about all the nice things he had. No one knew. No one. Only someday he'd see somebody different, somebody to give his things to, somebody who would give him all their things. Yes. He'd like that. He'd know her when he saw her. He'd know just what to say.
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|
hope
humiliation
love
rejection
unrequited-love
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George R.R. Martin |
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ec37969
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"I would die again for you, Lucinda," he murmured. "I don't want you to die for me. I want you to live." Pulling his face down, she kissed him. Again and again, until he kissed her back with growing passion and until his body stopped shuddering. "I love you," she whispered against his mouth, knowing he wouldn't--couldn't--say it, himself. And then he surprised her. "I love you, Lucinda," he whispered back. "I wish I could be what you want." "She lifted her head to look him in his deep blue eyes. "You are what I want, Robert. Even before I knew."
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love
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Suzanne Enoch |
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1f3c377
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How much [vastly {immensely tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which she will proudly describe {defend!} as clean {those beautiful messes } even as {in the next moment} she will astonish Anwar with her fearless interest in life {despite the harrowing blows life continues to deliver her }].
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love
parenting
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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1eaba10
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Will I be some kid's dad one day? Are any future people lurking deep inside mine?...Which girl's carrying the other half of my kid, deep in those intricate loops? What's she doing right now? What's her name?
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love
pregnancy
teenage-love
young-love
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David Mitchell |
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186684d
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Then he looked beyond the ever-shifting alteration to study the stillness of her expression. He knew his camera could not capture this - that some things were only truly seen by the human eye. This was one of the images of his lifetime. He simply exposed his retina and let love burn her flickering, shimmering, absorbed face onto his soul.
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love
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Diane Setterfield |
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3121040
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"Some day, Prince Kheldar, you will fall in love," the queen said with a little smirk, "and the twelve kingdoms will stand around and chortle over the fall of so notorious a bachelor."
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love
witty
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David Eddings |
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a8f74de
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"I cannot know what the future will bring us," he says in a rapid undertone. "I cannot know where you will be given in marriage, nor what life might hold for me. But I can't let you go without telling you--without telling you at least once--that I love you." I snatch a breath at the words. "Woodville--" "I can offer you nothing; I am next to nothing, and you are the greatest lady in France. But I wanted you to know, I love you and I want you, and I have done since the day I first saw you." "I should--" "I have to tell you, you have to know. I have loved you honorably as a knight should do his lady, and I have loved you passionately as a man might a woman; and now, before I leave you, I want to tell you that I love you, I love you--" He breaks off and looks at me desperately. "I had to tell you," he repeats."
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love
richard-woodville
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Philippa Gregory |
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f55046d
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Academic masochism reflects a metaphysical prejudice that the truth should be a hard-won treasure, that what is read or learnt easily must therefore be flighty and inconsequential. The truth should be like a mount to be scaled, it is dangerous, obscure and demanding. Under the light of the library reading room, the academics' motto reads: the more a text makes me suffer, the truer it must be.
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books
love
truth
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Alain de Botton |
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f07472d
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I admired him more than anyone but I didn't wish him well. It was that I preferred him to me and wanted to be him. I coveted his talents, face, style. I wanted to wake up with them all transferred to me.
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envy
jealousy
love
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Hanif Kureishi |
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4b9bca4
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He wanted to wake up every morning to her. Go to sleep with his body wrapped tightly around hers. He wanted her to have his child--his children. He knew he wanted to live out the rest of his life with her by his side and when he died, he wanted to die in her arms.
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love
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Christine Feehan |
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39897c1
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I was very happy in both my marriages. I was unfaithful and so were they, just like any other normal couple.
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divorce
faithfulness
inspirational
love
marriage
relationships
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Paulo Coelho |
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1673d6b
|
In the small central square of Ljubljana, the statue of the poet stares fixedly at something. If you follow his gaze, you will see, on the other side of the square, the face of a woman carved into the stone of one of the houses. That was where Julia had lived. Even after death, Preseren gaze for all eternity on his Impossible love.
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love
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Paulo Coelho |
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a58018f
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'Hyn yrmy bn lHb l~ lhwy@
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love
|
Paulo Coelho |
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748ed05
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We are used to thinking that what we give is the same as what we receive, but people who love, expecting to be loved in return, are wasting their time. Love is an act of faith, not an exchange.
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inspirational
love
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Paulo Coelho |
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25253cc
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"For a moment he could do nothing but close his eyes. Was this a taste of the rest of his life as Billie Bridgerton's husband? Was he destined to live in terror, wondering what sort of danger she'd thrown herself into that day? Was it worth it? "George?" she whispered. She sounded uneasy. Had she seen something in his expression? A sign of doubt? He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there. "I love you," he said. Someone gasped. It might have been his mother. "I cannot live without you," he said, "and in fact, I refuse to do so. So no, you will not be going on some ill-advised mission to the coast to hand off a potentially dangerous package to people you don't know. Because if anything happened to you..." His voice broke, but he didn't care. "If anything happened to you, it would kill me. And I'd like to think you love me too much to let that happen." Billie stared at him in wonder, her softly parted lips trembling as she blinked back tears. "You love me?" she whispered. He nearly rolled his eyes. "Of course I do." "You never said." "I must have done." "You didn't. I would have remembered." "I would remember, too," he said softly, "if you'd ever said it to me." "I love you," she said immediately. "I do. I love you so much. I --" "Thank God," Lady Manston exclaimed. George and Billie both turned."
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doubt
happiness
love
world
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Julia Quinn |
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9294620
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Mother, you can still hold hold on but forgive, forgive and give for long as long as we both shall live, I forgive you, Mother.
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love
motherhood
|
Barbara Kingsolver |
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5b7d4ca
|
a long time ago when cataclysms were common as sneezes and land masses slid around the globe looking for places to settle down and become continents, someone introduced us at a party.
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forever
forever-love
love
time
|
Billy Collins |
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3bd293c
|
I'd live anywhere, - in one room, in the castle ruin right now - if it meant we could all just be together.
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love
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Cecelia Ahern |
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b6864fa
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"Here's an idea, Rosie. Why don't you just
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love
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Cecelia Ahern |
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525ef59
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zd `l~ dhlk 'n hdhh l'Hlm, l~ fSHth, knt jmyl@. lqd 'Gfl frwyd hdh ljnb fy nZryth `n l'Hlm. flHlm lys fqT blGan (blGan mrmwzan `nd lqtD) bl hw 'yDan nshT jmly wl`b@ llkhyl. whdhh ll`b@ hy bHd dhth qym@. flHlm hw lbrhn `l~ 'n ltkhyl wtSwWr m lys lh wjwd, hw Hd~ lHjt l'ssy@ llnsn, whn ykmn 'Sl lkhTr lkhd` lkmn fy lHlm. flw 'n lHlm lys jmylan, l'mknn nsynh bshwl@. ldhlk, knt tyryz trj` bstmrr l~ 'Hlmh wt`ydh fy mkhylth wtkhtlq mnh 'sTyr. 'mW twms fkn y`ysh fy knf lsHr lmnwWm, sHr ljml l'lym l'Hlm tyryz.
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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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70819ad
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Stimulated by the juice, I believe, men have even been known to ride alligators.
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love
men
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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3f808b7
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Kissing girls is not like science, nor is it like sport. It is the third thing when you thought there were only two.
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love
romance
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Tom Stoppard |
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d47e2a8
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You cannot love a thing without wanting to fight for it. You cannot fight without something to fight for. To love a thing without wishing to fight for it is not love at all; it is lust. It may be an airy, philosophical, and disinterested lust; it may be, so to speak, a virgin lust; but it is lust, because it is wholly self-indulgent and invites no attack. On the other hand, fighting for a thing without loving it is not even fighting; it can only be called a kind of horse-play that is occasionally fatal.
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hold-fast
love
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G.K. Chesterton |
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a442c47
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Nothing we can do together is ever going to be embarrassing.
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love
relationships
sex
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Rebecca York |
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3c38cc0
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And then I was crying too, crying with Danny, silently, for his pain and for the years of his suffering, knowing that I loved him, and not knowing whether I hated or loved the long, anguished years of his life.
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love
pain
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Chaim Potok |
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b83482b
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Such compliments--they were thrilling but almost impossible to absorb in this quantity, at this pace. It was like she was being pelted with magnificent hail, and she wished she could save the individual stones to examine later, but they'd exist with such potency only now, in this moment.
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hail
love
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Curtis Sittenfeld |
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b852bc0
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Please wait for me. Don't have all the fun now. Don't fill up on other people who aren't me. Don't ruin your appetite.
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love
missing-someone
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Caitlin Moran |
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5d4415f
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b dlrmy mr khTr khwsh st khz dlm ykh brh brd arm r
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hafiz
love
عشق
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Hafez |
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13da576
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I would give Alex back control so she could protect herself instead of making the decision for her.
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love
respect
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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39c4f41
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When I say 'I will be true to you' I am drawing a quiet space beyond the reach of other desires. No-one can legislate love; it cannot be given orders or cajoled into service. Love belongs to itself, deaf to pleading and unmoved by violence. Love is not something you can negotiate. Love is the one thing stronger than desire and the only proper reason to resist temptation. ... When I say 'I will be true to you' I must mean it in spite of the formalities, instead of the formalities.
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formalities
love
reason
temptation
truth
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Jeanette Winterson |
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ce26af6
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"I was always aware that Jack loved women not only for their bodies but for the stories that came into being as they interacted with him--they were part of his "road," the infinite range of experience that always had to remain open to fuel his work."
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love
memoir
pisces
writers
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Joyce Johnson |
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0071e9a
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"He was not sure, but liked it. It recurred when they met suddenly or had been silent. It beckoned to him across intellect, saying, "This is all very well, you're clever, we know--but come!" It haunted him so that he watched for it while his brain and tongue were busy, and when it came he felt himself replying, "I'll come--I didn't know." "You can't help yourself now. You must come." "I don't want to help myself." "Come then." He did come. He flung down all the barriers--not at once, for he did not live in a house that can be destroyed in a day."
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forster
love
lovers
maurice
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E.M. Forster |
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26fbf04
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It seemed to him that the little Manchu had never looked so radiant. She gave him a most charming smile, but her eyes were all for the boy.
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lost
love
shangri-la
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James Hilton |
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0fe2876
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What you have with Maria, whether it lasts just through today and a part of tomorrow, or whether it lasts for a long life is the most important thing that can happen to a human being. There will always be people who say it does not exist because they cannot have it. But I tell you it is true and that you have it and that you are lucky even if you die tomorrow.
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love
the-one
true-love
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Ernest Hemingway |
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55d4cb3
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I wanted to be JUSTICE, LOVE, and the WRATH OF GOD all in one.
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love
wrath-of-god
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Marjane Satrapi |
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71d9959
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Memory is all I have now
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love
memory
memory-quote
mourning
tragic
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James Patterson |
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ef6938c
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Any schoolboy can do experiments in the physics laboratory to test various scientific hypothesis. But man, because he has only one life to live, cannot conduct experiments to test whether to follow his passion or not.
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love
yolo
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Milan Kundera |
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b0550dd
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"From the shoulders, slowly a pair of wings unfolded, wings made of rainbows, of light upon water, of poetry. Calvin fell to his knees. "No," Mrs. Whatsit said, though her voice was not Mrs. Whatsit's voice. "Not to me Calvin. Never to me. Stand up."
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christian
love
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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6a738f3
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Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.
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blue
force
jack
love
rescue
schuyler
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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0dc1aed
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Love is the answer. Not fear.
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love
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Lisa Schroeder |
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08551c6
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Listen, Legs, I'm going to die anyway. I'm human. And I don't know about you, but I don't believe in visions of the future. I believe we choose our own destiny. You didn't give me a choice last time. You just left. But I'm here now. And I love you. Stay with me. Don't fear the future; we'll face it together.
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blue-bloods
destiny
future
lost-in-time
love
melissa-de-la-cruz
prophecy
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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b262e06
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"And if I had loved him less I should have thought his accent and look of exultation savage; but, sitting by him, roused from the nightmare of parting- called to the paradise of union- I thought only of the bliss given to me to drink in so abundant a flow. Again and again he said, "Are you happy, Jane?" And again and again I answered, "Yes."
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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5e9b2f0
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You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it. You think all existence lapses in as quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away. Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base. But I tell you--and you may mark my words--you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current- -as I am now.
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love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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a9735ab
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I had cooperated. I could not have refused. I was smitten with her, half in love but also afraid, because in my life (and she seemed to know this) I had not loved anyone without having been wounded. Love was power and possession, love caused pain: you were never more exposed than when you were in love, never more wounded; possession was an enslavement, something stifling.
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love
possession
power
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Paul Theroux |
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2d8285b
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But love, like a mushroom high compared with the buzz from cheap weed, outlasts grief.
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grief
love
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Miriam Toews |
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a532780
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One day, Evie O'Neill, you're gonna fall head over heels for me!
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evie-o-neill
hope
love
sam-lloyd
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Libba Bray |
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04f5424
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She still loved him, she would always love him, but it was the kind of love that was muted, safely seen through the rear-view window, like a place you used to call home but no longer visited. There would always be a wound there, but the healing had begun.
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love
mimi
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Melissa de la Cruz |
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31cf0f2
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"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" My head spun. So much had happened and we still needed to stop a powerful magician. Death was a real possibility. I needed Valek to know how I felt.
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feelings
love
resist
truth
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Maria V. Snyder |
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2d91bb0
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Don't take it away! It's only a fancy, but a man must love something...
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louisa-may-alcott
love
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Louisa May Alcott |
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93b1d6a
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"First of all, I wish you love, and that by loving you may also be loved.
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love
unrequited-love
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Victor Hugo |
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adfff10
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The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity--it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.
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emotion
life
love
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Yann Martel |
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2a0e728
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I have not yet learned to use our television DVR. One of the points of marriage is that you split labor. In the olden days that meant one hunted and one gathered; now it means one knows where the tea-towels are kept and the other knows how to program the DVR, for why should we both have to know?
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love
marriage
tasks
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Elizabeth Alexander |
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e6af670
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We all started off this way - small little bundles of joy. Me, Aires, Noah, Lila, Isaiah and even Beth. At some point, someone held us and loved us, but somewhere along the way, it all got screwed up.
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life
love
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Katie McGarry |
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e7f40b5
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"As soon as he was gone, we opened, "Baucis and Philemon." An elderly couple living in a cottage, they're granted a wish by Jove. They confer in private before Philemon asks, "May one hour take us both away; let neither outlive the other." The wish is granted. I said, "Simultaneous deaths? Why didn't they wish for eternal happiness instead? What else would anyone wish for?" "They did wish for that," answered Jamie."
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love
wish
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David Guterson |
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32c0e92
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"Dani said this woman, with whom she'd lived for two years, had never known her. "I feel like people accept the first thing I show them," she said, "and that's all I ever am to them."
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love
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Mary Gaitskill |
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738c5f0
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Among all the methods by which love is brought into being, among all the agents which disseminate that blessed bane, there are few so efficacious as the great gust of agitation which, now and then, sweeps over the human spirit. For then the creature in whose company we are seeking amusement at the moment, her lot is cast, her fate and ours decided, that is the creature whom we shall henceforward love. It is not necessary that she should have pleased us, up till then, any more, or even as much as others. All that is necessary is that our taste for her should become exclusive. And that condition is fulfilled so soon as - in the moment when she has failed to meet us - for the pleasure which we were on the point of enjoying in her charming company is abruptly substituted an anxious torturing desire, whose object is the creature herself, an irrational, absurd desire, which the laws of civilised society make it impossible to satisfy and difficult to assuage - the insensate, agonising desire to possess her.
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description
desire
exclusivity
love
possession
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Marcel Proust |
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ab54b43
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And I thought to myself how those fast little articles forget everything, everything, while we, old lovers, treasure every inch of their nymphancy
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lolita
love
lovers
nymph
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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5ad9d59
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Eventually, decades later, when the king was dying, the queen gently ushered everybody out into the corridor, closed the door to the royal bedchamber, and got into bed with her husband. She started singing to him. They laughed. He was short of breath, but he could still laugh. They asked each other, Is this silly? Is this...pretentious? But they both knew that everything there was to say had been said already, over and over, across the years. And so the king, relieved, released, free to be silly, asked her to sing him a song from his childhood. He didn't need to be regal anymore, he didn't need to seem commanding or dignified, not with her. They were, in their way, dying together, and they both knew it. It wasn't happening only to him. So she started singing. They shared one last laugh - they agreed that the cat had a better voice than she did. Still, she sang him out of the world.
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death-of-a-loved-one
love
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Michael Cunningham |
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b2ba372
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I'd long since learned that no difference in viewpoint should ever be allowed to cause the least break in love. Indeed, it cannot, if it's real love. ...But relationships can be kept intact without compromising one's own beliefs. And if we do not keep them intact, but give up and allow the chasm, we're breaking the second greatest commandment.
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christy
love
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Catherine Marshall |
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b658d0e
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In his savage, untutored breast new emotions were stirring. He could not fathom them. He wondered why he felt so great an interest in these people--why he had gone to such pains to save the three men. But he did not wonder why he had torn Sabor from the tender flesh of the strange girl. Surely the men were stupid and ridiculous and cowardly. Even Manu, the monkey, was more intelligent than they. If these were creatures of his own kind he was doubtful if his past pride in blood was warranted. But the girl, ah--that was a different matter. He did not reason here. He knew that she was created to be protected, and that he was created to protect her
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love
primeval-man
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Edgar Rice Burroughs |
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aee32d3
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Girls either wanted him or wanted to improve him, but most often a combination of the two. They wanted to improve him until he justified the amount they wanted him.
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love
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Zadie Smith |
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f47904a
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The noble buoyancy of her attitude, its suggestion of soaring grace, revealed the touch of poetry in her beauty that Selden always felt in her presence, yet lost the sense of when he was not with her. Its expression was now so vivid that for the first time he seemed to see before him the real Lily Bart, divested of all the trivialities of her little world, and catching for a moment a note of that eternal harmony of which her beauty was a part.
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edith-wharton
elegance
grace
lawrence-selden
lily-bart
love
the-house-of-mirth
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Edith Wharton |
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e6300b3
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Each day before the end of eve she sought her lover, nor would him leave, until the stars were dimmed, and day came glimmering eastward silver-grey. Then trembling-veiled she would appear, and dance before him, half in fear; there flitting just before his feet she gently chid with laughter sweet: 'Come! dance now, Beren, dance with me! For fain thy dancing I would see!
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dance
love
the-gest-of-beren-and-luthien
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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dfa2ca5
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Love reduces the complexity of living. It amazes me that when Henry walks towards the cafe table where I wait for him, or opens the gate to our house, the sight of him is sufficient to exult me. No letter from anyone, even in praise of my book, can stir me as much as a note from him.
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living
love
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Anaïs Nin |
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86cfdfe
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Morality can provide at most only a severely limited and insufficient answer to the question of how a person should live.
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love
philosophy
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Harry G. Frankfurt |
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48abb32
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We are the center. In each of our minds - some may call it arrogance, or selfishness - we are the center, and all the world moves about us, and for us, and because of us. This is the paradox of community, the one and the whole, the desires of the one often in direct conflict with the needs of the whole. Who among us has not wondered if all the world is no more than a personal dream? I do not believe that such thoughts are arrogant or selfish. It is simply a matter of perception; we can empathize with someone else, but we cannot truly see the world as another person sees it, or judge events as they affect the mind and the heart of another, even a friend. But we must try. For the sake of all the world, we must try. This is the test of altruism, the most basic and undeniable ingredient for society. Therein lies the paradox, for ultimately, logically, we each must care more about ourselves than about others, and yet, if, as rational beings we follow that logical course, we place our needs and desires above the needs of our society, and then there is no community. I come from Menzoberranzan, city of drow, city of self. I have seen that way of selfishness. I have seen it fail miserably. When self-indulgence rules, then all the community loses, and in the end, those striving for personal gains are left with nothing of any real value. Because everything of value that we will know in this life comes from our relationships with those around us. Because there is nothing material that measures against the intangibles of love and friendship. Thus, we must overcome that selfishness and we must try, we must care. I saw this truth plainly following the attack on Captain Deudermont in Watership. My first inclination was to believe that my past had precipitated the trouble, that my life course had again brought pain to a friend. I could not bear this thought. I felt old and I felt tired. Subsequently learning that the trouble was possibly brought on by Deudermont's old enemies, not my own, gave me more heart for the fight. Why is that? The danger to me was no less, nor was the danger to Deudermont, or to Catti-brie or any of the others about us. Yet my emotions were real, very real, and I recognized and understood them, if not their source. Now, in reflection, I recognize that source, and take pride in it. I have seen the failure of self-indulgence; I have run from such a world. I would rather die because of Deudermont's past than have him die because of my own. I would suffer the physical pains, even the end of my life. Better that than watch one I love suffer and die because of me. I would rather have my physical heart torn from my chest, than have my heart of hearts, the essence of love, the empathy and the need to belong to something bigger than my corporeal form, destroyed. They are a curious thing, these emotions. How they fly in the face of logic, how they overrule the most basic instincts. Because, in the measure of time, in the measure of humanity, we sense those self-indulgent instincts to be a weakness, we sense that the needs of the community must outweigh the desires of the one. Only when we admit to our failures and recognize our weaknesses can we rise above them. Together.
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friendship
love
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R.A. Salvatore |
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21acfec
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"Fear of the Dark I've always been prone to worry and anxiety, but after I became a mother, negotiating joy, gratitude, and scarcity felt like a full-time job. For years, my fear of something terrible happening to my children actually prevented me from fully embracing joy and gratitude. Every time I came too close to softening into sheer joyfulness about my children and how much I love them, I'd picture something terrible happening; I'd picture losing everything in a flash. At first I thought I was crazy. Was I the only person in the world who did this? As my therapist and I started working on it, I realized that "my too good to be true" was totally related to fear, scarcity, and vulnerability. Knowing that those are pretty universal emotions, I gathered up the courage to talk about my experiences with a group of five hundred parents who had come to one of my parenting lectures. I gave an example of standing over my daughter watching her sleep, feeling totally engulfed in gratitude, then being ripped out of that joy and gratitude by images of something bad happening to her. You could have heard a pin drop. I thought, Oh, God. I'm crazy and now they're all sitting there like, "She's a nut. How do we get out of here?" Then all of the sudden I heard the sound of a woman toward the back starting to cry. Not sniffle cry, but sob cry. That sound was followed by someone from the front shouting out, "Oh my God! Why do we do that? What does it mean?" The auditorium erupted in some kind of crazy parent revival. As I had suspected, I was not alone."
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love
parenting
vulnerability
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Brené Brown |
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6581ce0
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The sun which warms the plant can under other conditions also wither it. The rain which nourishes the flower can under other conditions rot it. The same sun shines upon mud that shines upon wax. It hardens the mud but softens the wax. The difference is not in the sun, but in that upon which it shines. The Divine Life which shines upon a soul that loves Him, softens it into everlasting life; that same Divine Life which shines upon the slothful soul, neglectful of God, hardens it into everlasting death.
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hate
love
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Fulton J. Sheen |
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c7cd837
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The humble, simple souls, who are little enough to see the bigness of God in the littleness of a Babe, are therefore the only ones who will ever understand the reason of His visitation. He came to this poor earth of ours to carry on an exchange; to say to us, as only the Good God could say: 'you give me your humanity, and I will give you my Divinity; you give me your time, and I will give you My eternity; you give me your broken heart, and I will give you Love; you give me your nothingness, and I will give you My all.
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humility
jesus
love
the-cross
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Fulton J. Sheen |
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49f257e
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Keelie was still breathing, Manon realized as they neared, the wind tearing at her face and clothes. Keelie was still breathing, and fighting like hell to keep steady. Not to survive. Keelie knew she would be dead any moment. She was fighting for the witch on her back.
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love
manon-blackbeak
petrah
pg527
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Sarah J. Maas |
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041ceae
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We don't punish the ones who fail. They just-don't go on,
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fail
failure
genius
life
love
|
Orson Scott Card |
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3495b93
|
Sissy had two great failings. She was a great lover and a great mother. She had so much of tenderness in her, so much of wanting to give of herself to whoever needed what she had, whether it was her money, her time, the clothes off her back, her pity, her understanding, her friendship or her companionship and love. She was mother to everything that came her way. She loved men, yes. She loved women too, and old people, and especially children. How she loved children! She loved the down-and-outers. She wanted to make everybody happy. She had tried to seduce the good priest who heard her infrequent confessions because she felt sorry for him. She thought he was missing the greatest joy on earth by being committed to a life of celibacy.
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humor
love
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Betty Smith |
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c3175c7
|
People worry so much. Just enjoy your body. That you can love. And you're alive.
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|
love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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582af08
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He had no idea that he never went out of the house without her blessing going with him too, hovering, like a little echo of finished love, round that once dear head
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|
love
prayer
silent-love
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Elizabeth von Arnim |
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4f5595c
|
My tears simply broke through the fragile wall that had held them, and with a terrible feeling of shame, I laid my head upon the table and let them drain out of me.
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love
sadness
tears
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Arthur Golden |
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3577875
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Never dreaming, was I, poor Jack Duluoz, that the soul is dead. That from Heaven grace descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail to tell me; no example inside my first and only skin. That love is the heritage, and cousin to death. That the only love can only be the first love, the only death the last, the only life within, and the only word . . . choked forever.
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loss
love
pain
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Jack Kerouac |
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b761e91
|
If you see us among scores of women, will you look upon us? We shall look upon you, Liberty 5-3000, if we see you among all the women of the earth.
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love
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Ayn Rand |
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d4a171f
|
To paraphrase Woody Allen in Annie Hall, love was too weak a word for what I felt for that tiny crying creature who had my eyes, my mouth, my hair. I lurved my daughter, my Ava. I looved her. I lurfed her.
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father-s-love
love
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Melissa Senate |
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e982d7d
|
That was the worst period of all: it is my profession to imagine, to think in images: fifty times through the day, and immediately I woke during the night, a curtain would rise and the play would begin: always the same play, Sarah making love, Sarah with X, doing the same things that we had done together, Sarah kissing in her own particular way, arching herself in the act of sex and uttering that cry like pain, Sarah in abandonment. I would take pills at night to make me sleep quickly, but I never found any pills that would keep me asleep till daylight.
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love
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Graham Greene |
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7c2d378
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I realize that I quite like this girl. It's not just that she's so pretty the words fly out of my mind before they can leave my mouth--it's that when we're chatting, I feel like I've known her all my life.
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love
romance
|
Jodi Picoult |
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e37a9c3
|
There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.
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love
romance
|
Jodi Picoult |
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596bfc1
|
"How do you do it?" "Do what?" "All of it. You know. Go to class and practice. Make it through the day. Act like ... like none if it mattered." Jason swore beneath his breath and pulled the car over. Then he reached across the seat and brushed his thumb over her cheek; until then, she hadn't been aware she was crying. "Trix," he sighed, "it mattered."
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love
moving-on
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Jodi Picoult |
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0ac4c95
|
It's not because I don't want to hurt Delia's feelings. It's because when she is bruised, I'm the one who aches.
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hurt
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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3b1380f
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You can believe, for example, that a dead-end job is a career. You can blame your ugliness for keeping people at bay, when in reality you're crippled by the thought of letting another person close enough to potentially scar you even more deeply. You can tell yourself that it's safer to love someone who will never really love you back, because you can't lose someone you never had.
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love
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Jodi Picoult |
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The dark side is emotion, Bane. Anger, hate, love, lust. These are what make us strong, Peace is a lie. There is only passion. Your passion is still there, Bane. Seek it out. Reclaim it.
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dark
emotion
hate
lie
love
lust
peace
sith
star-wars
strong
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Drew Karpyshyn |
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03f8fc3
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I swooned the first time I saw Charlo. I actually did. I didn't faint or fall on the floor but my legs went rubbery on me and I giggled. I suddenly knew that I had lungs because they were empty and collapsing.
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love
romance
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Roddy Doyle |
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"I believe I'll be the judge of how much peril you're worth," he said with a smile. "You're daft." "Again, besotted." he said, squeezing her hand. "I'll tell you of it in glorious detail if you can stay awake long enough to hear it." She smiled at him, which eased his heart a bit."
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love
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Lynn Kurland |
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Don't steal sweet rolls.
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love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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I am a woman first of all. At the core of my work was a journal written for the father I lost, loved and wanted to keep. I am personal. I am essentially human, not intellectual. I do not understand abstract act. Only art born of love, passion, pain.
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diary
love
pain
passion
women
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Anaïs Nin |
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Yetkin, ama aci veren bir buyu ile buradasiniz! Benim burada oldugum gibi, daha da elle tutulur bicimde; ben neredeysem siz de oradasiniz, benim oldugum kadar, daha da belirli.
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letters
letters-to-milena
love
milena
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Franz Kafka |
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2b3b509
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He was not thinking that the Christian law which he had wanted to follow all his life prescribed that he forgive and love his enemies; but the joyful feeling of love and forgiveness of his enemies filled his soul.
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inspirational
love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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ef5a88a
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"He keeps looking at me so oddly." "Oddly? How? Give me an imitation."
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courtship
dyspepsia
love
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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qlt: <>.
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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 |