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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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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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5a3c5cd
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Most folks believe we are hardwired biologically to long for sex but they do not believe we are hardwired to long for love. Almost everyone believes that we can have sex without love; most folks do not believe that a couple can have love in a relationship if there is no sex.
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love
men
relationships
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Bell Hooks |
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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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14fb749
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The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God.
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children
chirstian
father
flower
garden
god
love
lovely
mom
parent
soul
spirit
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Elizabeth George |
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64d7d08
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What I want is for you to build a bridge. A bridge that connects these two parts of my life so I don't have to choose one or the other I don't want to choose Because the thing about choices? You get something while you lose something else. If you choose wrong you risk losing everything.
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inspirational
life
love
truth
wisdom
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Lisa Schroeder |
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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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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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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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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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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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860eb35
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The figure in the icon is not meant to represent literally what Peter or John or any of the apostles looked like, or what Mary looked like, nor the child, Jesus. But, the orthodox painter feels, Jesus of Nazareth did not walk around Galilee faceless. The icon of Jesus may not look like the man Jesus two thousand years ago, but it represents some *quality* of Jesus, or his mother, or his followers, and so becomes an open window through which we can be given a new glimpse of the love of God.
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art
iconography
icons
jesus
love
painting
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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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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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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884e1d2
|
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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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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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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0e96779
|
And the thing is, we can't fail. We've already hit the bottom and come out of it. From here on out, if we just love and listen, we can't go wrong, babe.
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listen
love
success
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Erin McCarthy |
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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
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J.K. Rowling |
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9b31775
|
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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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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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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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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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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bf4b6a6
|
Why is anyone lovable - if it be not that God put His love into each of us?
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image-of-god
love
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Fulton J. Sheen |
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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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c09a3a0
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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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09acdc0
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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
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T.H. White |
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085493d
|
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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07c5373
|
His gut was stitched up good and tight, but that didn't prevent it from flopping. He wiped his damp palms on the legs of his jeans and stood up shakily, leaning heavily on his cane. He called himself a masochist for putting himself through this torture day after day. He braced himself for the disappointment of having to go home alone. He braced himself for happiness like he'd never known in his entire life. He watched the door they would come through.
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emotion
feelings
future
happiness
hope
lethal
love
sandra-brown
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Sandra Brown |
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cb32838
|
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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3096657
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qlt: <>.
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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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47667ee
|
I that was near your heart was removed therefrom
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love
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T.S. Eliot |
|
81995e9
|
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
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
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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
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Billy Collins |
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86cfdfe
|
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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86603c4
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Don't steal sweet rolls.
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love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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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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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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748ed05
|
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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6581ce0
|
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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5ad9d59
|
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 |
|
13da576
|
I would give Alex back control so she could protect herself instead of making the decision for her.
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love
respect
|
Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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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
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
2d91bb0
|
Don't take it away! It's only a fancy, but a man must love something...
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louisa-may-alcott
love
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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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
|
Paulo Coelho |
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2d8285b
|
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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9790e52
|
When we understand love as the will to nurture our own and another's spiritual growth, it becomes clear that we cannot claim to love if we are hurtful and abusive. Love and abusive cannot coexist. Abuse and neglect are, by definition, the opposites of nurturance and care.
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bell-hooks
feminism
feminist
love
love-quotes
men
nurturance
nurturing
quotes-about-love
spiritual
spiritual-growth
women
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bell hooks |
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70819ad
|
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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49d73f9
|
"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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0dc1aed
|
Love is the answer. Not fear.
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love
|
Lisa Schroeder |
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ae8353c
|
"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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49f257e
|
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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a8f74de
|
"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
|
Philippa Gregory |
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ab54b43
|
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
|
Vladimir Nabokov |
|
26fbf04
|
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
|
James Hilton |
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39c4f41
|
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
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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738c5f0
|
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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48abb32
|
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
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
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 |
|
39897c1
|
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
|
Paulo Coelho |
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b658d0e
|
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 |
|
4b9bca4
|
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
|
Christine Feehan |
|
3f808b7
|
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
|
Tom Stoppard |
|
6786d1d
|
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.
|
|
love
revenge
|
Cornelia Funke |
|
b6864fa
|
"Here's an idea, Rosie. Why don't you just
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love
|
Cecelia Ahern |
|
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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c8aca2f
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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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b7c6238
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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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a2e425e
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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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b83482b
|
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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adfff10
|
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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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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0ac4c95
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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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3c38cc0
|
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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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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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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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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3582279
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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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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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9df566a
|
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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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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2a0e728
|
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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0fe2876
|
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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3495b93
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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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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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1554763
|
What else mattered except being with Carol, anywhere, anyhow?
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love
patricia-highsmith
romantic
the-price-of-salt
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Patricia Highsmith |
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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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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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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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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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99b614b
|
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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32c0e92
|
"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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5d4415f
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b dlrmy mr khTr khwsh st khz dlm ykh brh brd arm r
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عشق
hafiz
love
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Hafez |
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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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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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2b3b509
|
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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1d8ba39
|
Oh God, I was head over heels, drowning underwater, in love with Ren- with Renald Owens. I was in love with a dude whose real name was Renald.
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love
ren
wicked
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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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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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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6ddeb7d
|
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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76b89fe
|
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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3121040
|
"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
|
David Eddings |
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55d4cb3
|
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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2c55617
|
She pressed her mouth to his throat, his shoulder, would have absorbed him into her skin if she'd known a way.
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kissing
love
mouth
passion
sensuality
sex
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Nora Roberts |
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ce26af6
|
"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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aa5db94
|
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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797e69f
|
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
|
George R.R. Martin |
|
ad36c14
|
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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a9735ab
|
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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aee32d3
|
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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8fcc33a
|
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
|
Margaret Peterson Haddix |
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a58018f
|
'Hyn yrmy bn lHb l~ lhwy@
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|
love
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Paulo Coelho |
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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
|
Ayn Rand |
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9bb0721
|
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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b2ba372
|
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
|
Catherine Marshall |
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a532780
|
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
|
Libba Bray |
|
b0550dd
|
"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
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
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71d9959
|
Memory is all I have now
|
|
love
memory
memory-quote
mourning
tragic
|
James Patterson |
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b262e06
|
"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
|
Charlotte Brontë |
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6a738f3
|
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
|
Melissa de la Cruz |
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7c2d378
|
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
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Jodi Picoult |
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a442c47
|
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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ce1c303
|
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
|
Philip Pullman |
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9294620
|
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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6ffe240
|
The essence of true love is mutual recognition-two individuals seeing each other as they really are. We all know that the usual approach is to meet someone we like and put our best self forward, or even at times a false self, one we believe will be more appealing to the person we want to attract. When our real self appears in its entirety, when the good behavior becomes too much to maintain or the masks are taken away, disappointment comes. All too often individuals feel, after the fact-when feelings are hurt and hearts are broken-that it was a case of mistaken identity, that the loved one is a stranger. They saw what they wanted to see rather than what was really there.
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|
love
love-quotes
mask
true-love
true-self
|
bell hooks |
|
93b1d6a
|
"First of all, I wish you love, and that by loving you may also be loved.
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|
love
unrequited-love
|
Victor Hugo |
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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
|
Graham Greene |
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f47904a
|
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
|
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 |
|
ef5a88a
|
"He keeps looking at me so oddly." "Oddly? How? Give me an imitation."
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courtship
dyspepsia
love
|
P.G. Wodehouse |
|
f574be9
|
'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
|
T.J. Klune |
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dfa2ca5
|
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
|
Anaïs Nin |
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ec37969
|
"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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0071e9a
|
"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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026a5b2
|
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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My chest clenched as I looked down at the oil-stained asphalt. Here but not. Existing but not living. I knew that feeling. Lived it for several years. Some days it felt like I was still wearing that feeling like a heavy jacket buttoned up too tightly.
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living
love
romance
the-problem-with-forever
ya
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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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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There were some feelings that just didn't have words big enough to describe them.
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love
romance
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Jodi Picoult |
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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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"You really love me?" she asked wistfully. "The devil!" he exclaimed, looking over his shoulder. "Did I forget to say it? The thing I came to say?"
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love
men
women
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Mary Balogh |
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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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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 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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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 |