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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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God is immutable--He never changes! His ministry to you is complete, on target, and constant!
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faith
change
god
love
ministry
target
never
constant
christian
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Elizabeth George |
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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revenge
love
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Cornelia Funke |
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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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romance
living
love
the-problem-with-forever
ya
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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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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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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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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love
exclusivity
description
possession
desire
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Marcel Proust |
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Sure, she loves him. But they've got two different ideas of love. He wants to dance with her on a terrace with a full moon and a thirty-six-piece orchestra; he wants to go singing through storms with her, like Gene Kelly. She knows about thirty-six-piece orchestras. You have to feed them, and then there's nothing left for the children.
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love
full-moon
gene-kelly
singin-in-the-rain
thirty-six-piece-orchestras
practicality
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Peter S. Beagle |
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No wife wants to hear that her husband is less than perfect.
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love
shopaholic
wife
perfect
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Sophie Kinsella |
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Allow God to use the difficulties and disappointments in life as polish to transform your faith into a glistening diamond that takes in and reflects His love.
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women
faith
god
life
love
diamond
disappointments
daily
transform
difficult
reflective
polish
walk
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Elizabeth George |
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"Just so you know, I.." He stopped. Her heart began to race at the softness of his expression. True love declaration? That would go so far to easing the pain of his treachery "You what?" He gritted his jaw and shook his head. "Nothing" He stepped away, grabbed her shoes, and handed them to her. Fantastic. She'd wanted an I'll Love You Forever, My Darling moment, and she'd gotten footwear. Sigh."
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love
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Stephanie Rowe |
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"Again the ranch is on the market and they've shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, 'Give them to the real estate shark, I'm out a here," dropping the keys in Ennis's hand. He might have to stay with his married daughter until he picks up another job, yet he is suffused with a sense of pleasure because Jack Twist was in his dream."
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death
love
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Annie Proulx |
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Though reason must guide us in laying down standards and laws regarding animals, and in examining the arguments of those who reject such standards, it is usually best in any moral inquiry to start with the original motivation, which in the case of animals we may without embarrassment call love. Human beings love animals as only the higher love the lower, the knowing love the innocent, and the strong love the vulnerable. When we wince at the suffering of animals, that feeling speaks well of us even when we ignore it, and those who dismiss love for our fellow creatures as mere sentimentality overlook a good and important part of our humanity.
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humanity
love
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Matthew Scully |
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When there was a choice between love of a woman and hate of a man, her mind could cherish only one emotion, for her love might be a subject for laughter, but no one ever had ever mocked her hatred.
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hatred
man
hate
women
love
lesbian
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Graham Greene |
b2f2886
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She's my girl now and I'll do anything for her at any time. I'm in love with her.
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young-adult
romance
love
katie-mcgarry
first-love
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Katie McGarry |
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Dear friends, he began, there is no timetable for happiness; it moves, I think, according to rules of its own. When I was a boy I thought I'd be happy tomorrow, as a young man I thought it would be next week; last month I thought it would be never. Today, I know it is now. Each of us, I suppose has at least one person who thinks that our manifest faults are worth ignoring; I have found mine, and am content. When we are far from home we think of home; I, who am happy today, think of those in Scotland for whom such happiness might seem elusive; may such powers as listen to what is said by people like me, in olive groves like this, grant to those who want a friendship a friend, attend to the needs of those who have little, hold the hand of those who are lonely, allow Scotland, our place, our country, to sing in the language of her choosing that song she has always wanted to sing, which is of brotherhood, which is of love.
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friendship
love
scotland
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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Oh, if only I could hurt with such misery once again, to feel the powers of love here inside my heart, the joys of heaven and the pains of hell!
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pain
love
longing
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Victor Villaseñor |
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I doubt if ever one ceases to love, but one can cease to be in love as easily as one can outgrow an author one admired as a boy.
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books
love
doctor-fischer-of-geneva
graham-greene
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Graham Greene |
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So love is rest? The cosy corner? The little nook? Sometimes it ought to be. Sometimes it is.
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love
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Doris Lessing |
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And I have to say, books haven't helped much with all this. Because whenever you read anything about love, whenever anyone tries to define it, there's always a state or an abstract noun, and I try to think of it like that. But actually, love is... Well, it's just you. And when you go, it's gone. Nothing abstract about it.
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love-quotes
relationships
love
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Nick Hornby |
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Children do not find fault with their parents until later. In the beginning, the love you get is the love that sets.
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family
love
faults
parents
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as as I start to run?
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loss
memories
past
love
trip
nostalgia
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Jeanette Winterson |
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Your eyes are as a flame, but our brothers have neither hope nor fire. Your mouth is cut of granite, but our brothers are soft and humble. Your head is high, but our brothers cringe. You walk, but our brothers crawl. We wish to be damned with you, rather than blessed with all our brothers. Do as you please with us, but do not send us away from you.
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love
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Ayn Rand |
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Lost love is still love. It takes a different form.
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love
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Mitch Albom |
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Some have won a wild delight, By daring wilder sorrow; Could I gain thy love to-night, I'd hazard death to-morrow.
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daring
risk
poetry
love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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"Our central problem is not sin and guilt, as it is within the monarchical model. For the Spirit model, our central problem is "estrangement," whose specific meaning of "separated from that to which one belongs" is most appropriate. ... For the monarchical model, sin is primarily disloyalty to the king, seen especially as disobedience to his laws. The metaphors used to express the Spirit model suggest something else. For the metaphor of God as lover, sin is unfaithfulness--that is, sin is going after other lovers."
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relationship
love
unfaithfulness
obedience
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Marcus J. Borg |
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He switched off the light, came back and sat in the chair. In the darkness, Liesel kept her eyes open. She was watching the words.
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learning
love
learning-to-read
literacy
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Markus Zusak |
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Like completing a run, living today begins with preparation, planning, and prayer.
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prayer
faith
living
god
love
prepare
run
plan
christian
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Elizabeth George |
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There's also a lot of random stuff about poetry, flowers and lute music, plus kissing and cuddling (lots of this), wearing similar outfits, talking incessantly about the current object of devotion, and generally losing one's faculties.
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lovers
love
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Joanne Harris |
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"Despite our earnest efforts, we couldn't climb all the way up to God. So what did God do? In an amazing act of condescension, on Good Friday, God climbed down to us, became one with us. The story of divine condescension begins on Christmas and ends on Good Friday. We thought, if there is to be business between us and God, we must somehow get up to God. Then God came down, down to the level of the cross, all the way down to the depths of hell. He who knew not sin took on our sin so that we might be free of it. God still stoops, in your life and mine, condescends. "Are you able to drink the cup that I am to drink?" he asked his disciples, before his way up Golgotha. Our answer is an obvious, "No!" His cup is not only the cup of crucifixion and death, it is the bloody, bloody cup that one must drink if one is going to get mixed up in us. Any God who would wander into the human condition, any God who has this thirst to pursue us, had better not be too put off by pain, for that's the way we tend to treat our saviors. Any God who tries to love us had better be ready to die for it. As Chesterton writes, "Any man who preaches real love is bound to beget hate ... Real love has always ended in bloodshed."
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violence
love
crucifixion
divine-condescension
good-friday
incarnation
salvation
cross
jesus-christ
easter
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William H. Willimon |
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dh shkwtu qlylan, fl'nny lst sw~ qlb nsn. whkdh hy qlwb lns, tkhf mn tHqyq 'Hlmh lkbr~, l'nh t`tqd 'nh l tstHqW blwGh, 'w 'nh f`lan l tqdr `l~ blwGh. nn nmwt, nHn lqlwb, khwfan mn Hlt lHb ldhy wlaW~ l~ l'bd, wmn l'wqt lty kn ymkn 'n tkwn 'wqtan ry'`@, wmn tlk lty lyst kdhlk, wmn lknwz lty kn ymkn ktshfh, wlknh ZlWt, l~ l'bd, mdfwn@an fy lrml, l'nn, mt~ HSl dhlk, nt'lWm kthyran mn hwl lm`n@ lty tsbq lnhy@.
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feelings
human
heart
love
arabic
emotions-love
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Paulo Coelho |
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I wasn't thanking him for the coin, or even for the trouble he'd taken in stopping to help me. I was thanking him for... well, for something I'm not sure I can explain even now. For showing me that something besides cruelty could be found in the world, I suppose.
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life
love
signs
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Arthur Golden |
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Love brightens and purifies the heart.
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love
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Karen Cushman |
9b0f875
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One of the greatest advantages of singleness is the potential for greater focus on Christ and accomplishing work for Him.
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marriage
work
god
life
love
potential
calling
single
singleness
christian
young
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Elizabeth George |
3e60aed
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It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.
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love
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Libba Bray |
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...I will shed no more tears, like a spoilt child. For whatever happens we have had what we have had. No one can take that from us. And I have been alive, who was never alive before.
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love
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Daphne du Maurier |
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Love is bitter, death is sweet.
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poetry
life
love
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Jack Kerouac |
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After you married, Crispin, she said, my heart was broken. I will not deny it. But I did not slip into a sort of suspended life that would be forever gray and meaningless if you did not somehow come back to me. I put back the pieces of my heart and kept on living. I am not the woman I was when I was in love with you and expecting to marry you. I am not the woman I was when I heard that you were married. I am the woman I have become in the five years since then, and she is a totally different person. I like her. I wish to continue living her life.
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love
pices
years
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Mary Balogh |
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If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him deeper than any tusk or riving talon ever had, but he was a true hero.
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love
wounded
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Peter S. Beagle |
ae506b1
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Being friends is different from being lovers. It's a sea change.
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love-story
lovers
relationships
romance
women
friendship
love
lovequotes
women-s-fiction
women-writers
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Barbara Delinsky |
8bbc973
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Those who choose to walk on love's path are well served if they have a guide. That guide can enable us to overcome fear if we trust that they will not lead us astray or abandon us along the way.
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choice
fear
trust
love
guide
guidance
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Bell Hooks |
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Right now I am like the unborn baby in the womb, knowing nothing except the comforting warmth of the amniotic fluid in which I swim, the comforting nourishment entering my body from a source I cannot see or understand. My whole being comes from an unseen, unknown nurturer. By that nurturer I am totally loved and protected, and that love is forever. It does not end when I am precipitated out of the safe waters of the womb into the unsafe world. It will. It end when I breathe my last, mortal breath. That love manifested itself joyously in the creation of the universe, became particular for us in Jesus, and will show itself most gloriously in the Second Coming. We need not fear.
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god
love
second-coming
nurturing
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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What most people fear when they think of old age is the inability to make new friends. If one ever had the faculty of making friends one never loses it however old one grows. Next to love friendship, in my opinion, is the most valuable thing life has to offer.
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love
old-age
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Henry Miller |
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But sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less.
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romance
love
jodi-picoult
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Jodi Picoult |
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She has a fixation on love. Strong trouble. The girl left her window open one clear night and it crawled into her body while she was asleep. There's no spell can cure it.
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love
daughter-of-fortune
fixation
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Isabel Allende |
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"He bent over Farid and wiped some soot from his cold forehead. "Roxanne knows it," he said. "She'll tell it to you. Just go to her and... and tell her I've had to go away. Tell her I'm going to find out if the story is true." He spoke with a strange kind of hesitation, as if it were infinitely difficult to find the right words. "And remind her of my promise-- that I'll always find a way back to her, wherever I am. Will you tell her that?"
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pain
love
dustfinger
farid
meggie
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Cornelia Funke |
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I walked out of Rhys's touch--realizing he'd kept silent to let me sort it out. Let me figure out how to deal with both of them, as family, but mostly as their High Lady.
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young-adult
love
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
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"So I laid a hand on his forearm, savoring the corded strength beneath, and nestled my head back against his chest. "I wish I had days to spend with you-- like this," I managed to say as my eyelids drooped. "Just me and you." "We will." He kissed my hair. "We will."
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young-adult
love
rhysand
feyre
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Sarah J. Maas |
0fc53d5
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"No-one loves another More than he loves whatever
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love
mistakes
vanity
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Fernando Pessoa |
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Had she stabbed me with a knife, she could not have hurt me more.
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love
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Alexandre Dumas-fils |
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"That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - "But, Father, Thou wilt not despise!" I said, and felt that it was true."
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prayer
love
wish
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Anne Brontë |
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There is perfect love in Heaven!
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perfection
love
|
Anne Brontë |
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Everyone has their love story. Everyone. It may have been a fiasco, it may have fizzled out, it may never even have got going, it may have been all in the mind, that doesn't make it any less real. Sometimes, it makes it more real. Sometimes, you see a couple, and they seem bored witless with one another, and you can't imagine them having anything in common, or why they're still living together. But it's not just habit or complacency or convention or anything like that. It's because once, they had their love story. Everyone does. It's the only story.
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love-story
true-love
relationships
love
meaningful
validation
the-only-story
julian-barnes
unrequited-love
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Julian Barnes |
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High justice would in no way be debased if ardent love should cancel instantly the debts these penitents must satisfy.
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love
mercy
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Dante Alighieri |
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I want my own bed, in my own apartment. Home sweet home. No place like home. Take me home, country roads. Home is where the heart is. But my heart is here. So I must be home.
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love
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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When he asked if he was mine, tears in his eyes, I think he knew what he would do, what he would have to do, and he was mourning us. He was mourning us the whole time.
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love
love-loss
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Emma Forrest |
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Destructive behavior--or simply behavior that constantly annoys your spouse to the point of desperation--is not right, and there will always be a serious consequence for it in your marriage and personal life. But every attempt you make to rid yourself of that behavior and do what's right will bring reward. Today, ask God to help break any bad habits that you or your spouse may have.
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marriage
relationships
prayer
love
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Stormie Omartian |
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Oliver used to have a theory he called Love, etc.: in other words the world divides into people for whom love is everything and the rest of life is a mere 'etc.,' and people who don't value love enough and find the most exciting part of life is the 'etc.
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love
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Julian Barnes |
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We're born alone and we die alone, but we get to travel with people along the way, and if you get lucky, you have a worthy consort.
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love
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Emma Forrest |
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Begin each day with God. It will change your priorities.
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joy
faith
change
god
hope
love
day
priorities
start
christian
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Elizabeth George |
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Mumbai is the sweet, sweaty smell of hope, which is the opposite of hate; and it's the sour, stifled smell of greed, which is the opposite of love. It's the smell of Gods, demons, empires, and civilizations in resurrection and decay. Its the blue skin-smell of the sea, no matter where you are in the island city, and the blood metal smell of machines. It smells of the stir and sleep and the waste of sixty million animals, more than half of them humans and rats. It smells of heartbreak, and the struggle to live, and of the crucial failures and love that produces courage. It smells of ten thousand restaurants, five thousand temples, shrines, churches and mosques, and of hunderd bazaar devoted exclusively to perfume, spices, incense, and freshly cut flowers. That smell, above all things - is that what welcomes me and tells me that I have come home. Then there were people. Assamese, Jats, and Punjabis; people from Rajasthan, Bengal, and Tamil Nadu; from Pushkar, Cochin, and Konark; warrior caste, Brahmin, and untouchable; Hindi, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist, Jain, Parsee, Animist; fair skin and dark, green eyes and golden brown and black; every different face and form of that extravagant variety, that incoparable beauty, India.
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|
sleep
hate
human
hope
love
smell-sea
mumbai
shantaram
colour
empire
sweat
sweet
beautiful
city
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Gregory David Roberts |
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You are strong, self-reliant, entirely able to take care of yourself and of me... You are fearless, courageous; you saved my life, nursed me back to health, hunted for my food, provided for my comfort. You don't need me. Yet you make me want to protect you, watch over you, make sure no harm comes to you. I could live with you all my life and never really know you; you have depths it would take many lifetimes to explore. You are wise and ancient... and as fresh and young as a woman as... And you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I love you more than life itself.
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|
feminism
women
love
fearless
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Jean M. Auel |
1cd57a0
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"And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, "If I kiss you, it's all over." And then he does. And then it is."
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sex
romance
love
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Emma Forrest |
090a146
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"When she found a place of her own and packed her bags he asked her to marry him. She kissed him, and quoted in his ear, "He married a woman to stop her getting away, Now she's there all day." --
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marriage
relationship
love
proposal
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Ian McEwan |
1e474cd
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"He pulled back, staring at her in the dim carriage, his brows still knit. "Megs?" Oh, right. She still hadn't told him. Well, it was his own fault; his mouth was simply delicious. "I love you," she said, speaking clearly so that there might be no confusion."
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love
megs
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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Susan had pointed out that everyone has their love story. Even if it was a fiasco, even if it fizzled out, never got going, had all been in the mind to begin with: that didn't make it any the less real. And it was the only story.
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|
love-story
love
the-only-story
unrequited-love
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Julian Barnes |
9e5f7d9
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"I love you more than I love goats, and you know how I feel about goats", Gaby said."
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love
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James Patterson |
55b50f2
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I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.
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|
live
life
love
share
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Stephen Chbosky |
4546874
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They were deeply in love, which beats earplugs.
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love
|
Salman Rushdie |
543396a
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"Oh, poor baby," she said, mimicking his drawl. "Whew. You're back. There was this other Susie here a minute ago, and she was really nice to me. She scared the shit out of me." She laughed. "They locked her back up in the loony bin." "Good, because there's only one Susie for me--the one who calls me on my crap and doesn't let me get away with jack shit. That's the Susie I need. That's the Susie I've missed coming home to over the last year." He kissed her. "And that's the Susie who's going to leave a gaping hole in my heart and my life if she doesn't give me another chance." --
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|
pain
love
|
Marie Force |
0dd07be
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... I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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"When you've tired of me," she said softly, precisely, "Apollo will still be my brother. Will still be there for me." "I'll never tire of you," he said, knowing with every thread of his soul that he spoke the absolute truth. "Then prove it." He knew what she asked with such an open and vulnerable face. Something within him shriveled and died... he'd been on the rack too long for a penance he wasn't sure he could ever entirely pay. "You know..." His voice was hoarse, the croaking of a dying man. He licked his lips. "You know why I cannot."
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love
choices
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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But Sir Alistair's gaze was different. Those other men had looked at her with lust or speculation or crass curiosity, but they hadn't been looking at her really. They'd been looking at what she represented to them: physical love or a valuable prize or an object to be gawked at. When Sir Alistair stared at her, well, he was looking at her.
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identity
love
superficiality
depth
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
29bd029
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He was aware, suddenly, of the chill condensing clammily on his skin, the smell of damp cobblestones, of the very air flowing in and out of his lings. But most of all he was aware of the woman, this woman, woman, standing so proudly, waiting patiently for him, only him. He walked toward her and knew with every fiber of his being that he walked to life itself.
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love
|
Elizabeth Hoyt |
26fc479
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... we honor the people we lost by loving again.
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love
second-chances
honor
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Marie Force |
99e0704
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There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough.
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life
love
inspirational
the-notebook
soul
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Nicholas Sparks |
f82f2df
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...So when the weather wasn't too overbearingly hot he tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow, and they walked about town, running errands and asking questions. And falling in love
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love
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Julia Quinn |
7eef63c
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Make them fear you. Machiavelli said it nearly six hundred years ago, but it's still true. Every ruler should strive for his people to love him. But if they cannot love you, then make them fear you. Love is better, but fear will do the job.
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love
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
80bbe48
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Because the greater the love, the more devastating the sense of betrayal.
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relationships
love
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Jill Mansell |
a30dafc
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"[John] watched the flames for a while. "I would have to say that I find God in serving His children. 'When I was hungry and you fed me, I was thirsty and you gave me to drink, I was a stanger and you welcomed me, naked and you clothed me, sick and you cared for me, imprisoned and you came to me.'" The words lingered in the air as the fire popped and hissed softly. Sondoz had stopped pacing and stood motionless in a far corner of the room, his face in shadows, firelight glittering on the metallic exoskeleton of his hands. "Don't hope for more than that, John," he said. "God will break your heart."
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god
love
quiet
fire
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Mary Doria Russell |
fe983df
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Grief is always the price we pay for love
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love
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Nicholas Sparks |
6ceda67
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I sit on the bed and kick off my shoes, and he kneels before me and takes the riding boots, holding one open for my bare foot. I hesitate; it is such an intimate gesture between a young woman and a man. His smiling upward glance tells me that he understands my hesitation but is ignoring it. I point my toe and he holds the boot, I slide my foot in and he pulls the boot over my calf. He takes the soft leather ties and fastens the boot, at my ankle, then at my calf, and then just below my knee. He looks up at me, his hand gently on my toe. I can feel the warmth of his hand through the soft leather. I imagine my toes curling in pleasure at his touch. 'Anne, will you marry me?' he asks simply, as he kneels before me.
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love
marriage-proposal
richard-iii
touching
intimacy
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Philippa Gregory |
55230c7
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...there's a limit to enduring admiration being a substitute for love.
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love
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John Irving |
5655893
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He loved her; in some ways he was devoted to her. But he couldn't reach her, and it was the same on her side. It was as if they'd drunk some fatal potion that would keep them forever apart, even though they lived in the same house, ate at the same table, slept in the same bed.
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love
love-hurts
separation
longing
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Margaret Atwood |
73ba08c
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For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as do the ordinary people, but to fulfill it in its true potential - the imagination.
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fate
love
escapism
creativity
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Lawrence Durrell |
52330aa
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She is here. And she comes to you, and she does not speak, and the others do not notice her, and she takes your hand, and you ready yourself to die, eyes open, aware this is all an illusion, a last aroma cast up by the chemical stew that is your brain, which will soon cease to function, ad there will be nothing, and you are ready, ready to die well, ready to die like a man, like a woman, like a human, for despite all else you have loved, you have loved your father and your mother and your brother and your sister and your son and, yes, your ex-wife and you have loved the pretty girl, you have been beyond yourself, and so you have courage, and you have dignity, and you have calmness in the face of terror, and awe, and the pretty girl holds your hand, and you contain her, and this book, and me writing it, and I too contain you, who may not even be born, you inside me inside you, though not in a creepy way, and so may you, may I, may we, so may all of us confront the end.
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death
life
love
inspirational
poignant
self-help
old-age
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Mohsin Hamid |
6f4b31a
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Is there just one single love in a lifetime? Are all our lovers -- from the first to the last, including the most fleeting -- part of that unique love, and is each of them merely an expression of it, a variation, a particular version? In the same way that in literature there is just one true masterpiece to which different writers give a particular form (taking the twentieth century alone: Joyce, who explores everything happening inside his character;s head with microscopic precision; Proust, for whom the present is merely a memory of the past; Kafka, who drifts on the margins between dream and reality; the blind Borges, probably the one I relate to best, etc).
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love
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Dai Sijie |
989ce1c
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"So why did he do it?" Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love."
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romance
love
lola-and-the-boy-next-door
lola-nolan
mistakes
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Stephanie Perkins |
7160d86
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He who lives according to God ought to cherish towards evil men a perfect hatred, so that he shall neither hate the man because of his vice nor love the vice because of the man.
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love
discernment
holiness
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Augustine of Hippo |
b0e3bb0
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This concern, feebly called 'love of nature', seemed to Shevek to be something much broader than love. There are souls, he thought, whose umbilicus has never been cut. They never got weaned from the universe. They do not understand death as an enemy; they look forward to rotting and turning into humus.
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nature
love
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
bf122a7
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I expect it will turn out that sexual intercourse is possible between Gethenian double-sexed and Hainish-norm one-sexed human beings, though such intercourse will inevitably be sterile. It remains to be proved; Estraven and I proved nothing except perhaps a rather subtler point.
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love
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
49d0095
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Mothers are urgently trying to tell something to their daughters, and this urgency is precisely what repels their daughters, forcing them to turn away. Mothers are left stranded, madly holding a lump of London clay, some grass, some white tubers, a dandelion, a fat worm passing the world through itself.
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family
life
love
repel
urgency
daughters
mothers
generations
mothers-and-daughters
london
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Zadie Smith |
6d95ae0
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"Guilty?" George's face betrayed his surprise. "Whatever for?" "That neither of your brothers ever offered for me." Another thing she probably should not have said. But as it happened, Billie did think that Lady Manston felt this way. And when George's expression slid from curiosity to something that might have been jealousy... well, Billie could not help but feel a little pleased. "So I think she's trying to make it up to me," she said gamely. "It's not as if I was waiting for one of them to ask me, but I think she thinks I was, so now she wants to introduce me --" "Enough," George practically barked. "I beg your pardon?" He cleared his throat. "Enough," he said in a much more evenly tempered voice. "It's ridiculous." "That your mother feels this way?" "That she thinks introducing you to a pack of useless fops is a sensible idea." Billie took a moment to enjoy this statement."
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jealousy
love
idea
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Julia Quinn |
98b4c7c
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"You have a freckle," he murmured. "Right" - he leaned down and dropped a light kiss near the inside of her elbow - "here." "You've seen it before," she said softly. It wasn't in an immodest spot; she had plenty of frocks with short sleeves. He chuckled. "But I've never given it it's proper due." "Really." "Mmm-hmm." He lifted her arm, twisting it just a bit so that he could pretend to be studying her freckle. "It is clearly the most delightful beauty mark in all of England." A marvelous sense of warmth and contentment melted through her. Even as her body burned for his, she could not stop herself from encouraging his teasing conversation. "Only England?" "Well, I haven't traveled very extensively abroad..." "Oh, really?" "And you know..." His voice dropped to a husky growl. "There may be other freckles right here in this room. You could have one here." He dipped a finger under the bodice of her nightgown, then moved his other hand to her hip. "Or here." "I might," she agreed. "The back of your knee," he said, the words hot against her ear . "You could have one there." She nodded. She wasn't sure she was still capable of speech. "One of your toes," he suggested. "Or your back." "You should probably check," she managed to get out. He took a deep, shuddering breath."
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sex
discovery
love
freckle
investigation
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Julia Quinn |
ab08922
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When we are loving, we openly and honestly express care, affection, responsibility, respect, commitment, and trust.
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love
bell-hooks
loving
expression
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bell hooks |
0286498
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"Jesus did not use hell to try and compel "heathens" and "pagans" to believe in God, so they wouldn't burn when they die. He talked about hell to very religious people to warn them about the consequences of straying from their God-given calling and identity to show the world God's love."
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jesus
religion
love
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Rob Bell |
96f06a0
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God is not honored by groundless love. In fact, there is no such thing. If we do not know anything about God, there is nothing in our mind to awaken love. If love does not come from knowing God, there is no point in calling it love .
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love
thinking
knowledge
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John Piper |
282770c
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We must all get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something
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risk
romance
love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
c385b5d
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She'd made life poignant for the Irish. The terror she inspired gave peace its serenity; the pain she caused gave health its lustre; her failure to love made me grateful for my ability to do so, and I realized, far too late, that though I never did or could have loved her as she might have wished, I should have loved her more.
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death
love
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Kevin Hearne |
6fc17c9
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"Liza Hempstock, who had been Bod's friend for the last six years, was different in another way; she was less likely to be there for him when Bod went down to the nettle patch to see her, and on the rare occasions when she was, she would be short-tempered, argumentative and often downright rude. Bod talked to Mr Owens about this, and after a few moments' reflection, his father said, "It's just women, I reckon. She liked you as a boy, probably isn't sure who you are now you're a young man. I used to play with one little girl down by the duck pond every day until she turned about your age, and then she threw an apple at my head and did not say another word to me until I was seventeen." Mrs Owens stiffened. "It was a pear I threw," she said, tartly, "and I was talking to you again soon enough, for we danced a measure at your cousin Ned's wedding, and that was but two days after your sixteenth birthday." Mr Owens said, "Of course you are right, my dear." He winked at Bod, to tell him that it was none of it serious. And then mouthed "Seventeen" to show that, really, it was."
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marriage
romance
love
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Neil Gaiman |
6e9a385
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He wondered how it could have taken him so long to realize how much he cared for her, and he told her so, and she called him an idiot, and he declared that it was the finest thing that ever a man has been called.
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love
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Neil Gaiman |
5caf257
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Zacharie did not learn of the sorrow his wife was living becasue she was careful to hide it. Tete kept that first love, the stromngest in her life, a secret. She mentioned it only rarely because she could not offer Zacharie a passion of the same intensity; the relationship they shared was genntle and free of urgency.
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love
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Isabel Allende |
aac28f7
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"Do you love me?" James asked suddenly "Yes. I do." I didn't even have to think about it. It was so freeing "I love you, too," he replied. "I've never said that to anyone before." It was so hard to believe. "Really?" He grinned and gazed out the window. "Well, except my first motorcycle, Ramona. But she was a Ducati, so you can blame me. In fact, I think I might have loved her more than I love you." I punched James in the spot between his chest and shoulder."
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love
tandy
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James Patterson |
7051f2c
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"Gelmek istemiyor gece.. Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yuzden Ne de ben gidebiliyorum. Ama ben gidecegim. Akrepten bir gunes sakagimi yese de...
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love
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Federico García Lorca |
ceab6b4
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Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.
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love
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Anne Lamott |
f275130
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I had not been prepared for the simple charm of watching someone you love grow.
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life
love
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Ta-Nehisi Coates |
8535d8e
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Siddhartha began to understand that it was not happiness and peace that had come to him with his son but, rather, sorrow and worry. But he loved him and preferred the sorrow and worry of love to the happiness and peace he had known without the boy.
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love
parenting
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Hermann Hesse |
f35c547
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She wondered why she had never noticed that she did not know his name and why she had never asked him. Perhaps because she had known everything she had to know about him from that first glance.
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love
howard-roark
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
ae76f92
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Parents are programmed to want the best for their kids, regardless of what they get in return. That's what love is supposed to be like, right? But in fact, if you think about it, that's kind of a strange belief. Given what we know about the way people really are. Selfish and shortsighted and egotistical and needy. Why should being a parent, in and of itself, somehow confer superior-personhood on everybody who tries it? Obviously it doesn't.
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love
franzen
neediness
selfishness
parenthood
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Jonathan Franzen |
9eabc67
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We all convince ourselves of things like this- not necessarily about Say Anything, but about any fictionalized portrayals of romance that happen to hit us in the right place, at the right time.
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romance
love
truth
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Chuck Klosterman |
0562c0c
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You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
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|
live
quote
life
love
book
jacob
marlena
water-for-elephants
laugh
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Sara Gruen |
1ee3672
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She never had much in this life, but with the simplest things, she made her corner of the world as beautiful as any king's palace. We may lack riches, but the greatest fortune is what lies in our hearts.
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heart
life
love
material-possessions
stormy-lewellyn
simplicity
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Dean Koontz |
fe7edd0
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Property is not the natural and obvious and inevitable concept that most people think it is.
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people
love
slaves
property
ownership
land
natural
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Robert A. Heinlein |
347c822
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Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms...
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life
love
truth
wisdom
respect
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Simone de Beauvoir |
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We held each other so close that we might indeed have been one body.
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romance
love
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James Baldwin |
66331b0
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... the only thing that makes life worthwhile is loving orher people and being loved by them. - Pia Obrian
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life-lessons
life
love
loving
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Susan Mallery |
c854d27
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We had bought a kilo of cherries and we were eating them as we walked along. We were both insufferably childish and high-spirited that afternoon and th spectacle we presented, two grown men, jostling each other on the wide sidewalk, and aiming the cherry-pips, as though they were spitballs, into each other's facesm must have been outrageous. And I realized that such childishness was fantastic at my age and the happiness out of which it sprang yet more so; for that moment I really loved Giovanni, who had never seemed more beautiful than he was that afternoon. And, watching his face, I realized that it meant much to me that I could make his face so bright. I saw that I might be willing to give a great deal not to lose that power. And I felt myself flow toward him, as a river rushes when the ice breaks up.
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lovers
love
paris
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James Baldwin |
425a51b
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She was a soldier, not some girl twisting her skirts at a village dance.
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love
soldier
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Scott Westerfeld |
a6c030f
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He'd basically fallen in love with her on the spot. Well, no, that wasn't accurate; that implied a binary state, a shifting from not-love to love, remaining static thereafter, and what he'd done with Bronte was fall and fall, increasingly faster the closer they drew, like planets drawn to each other's gravitational force. Doomed, he guessed, the same way.
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love
lexicon
eliot
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Max Barry |
54739e4
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"How beautiful that is!" said Laurie softly, for he was quick to see and feel beauty of any kind."
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women
love
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Louisa May Alcott |
2d6c166
|
kn ykhsh~ fy 'Glb l'Hyn 'n yjdh jls@ `l~ 'rD ldkn ldhy tshtry mnh lsjy'r.
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sex
psychological
political
religion
love
philosophy
جنس
friedrich-nietzche
milan-kundera
neitzsche
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
religion-and-philoshophy
حب
philosophy-of-life
friedrich-nietzsche
sociology
novel
psychology
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ميلان كونديرا |
cdb619d
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lm tkn lrwH qdr@ `l~ shH@ bSrh `n shy'b@ lwld@ lmstdyr@ lsmr fwq l`n@ tmman; knt lrwH tr~ fy hdhh lshy'b@ khtman wsmt bh ljsd, wknt tjd 'n tHrk `Dw Gryb `l~ mqrb@ jdan mn hdh lkhtm lmqds, 'mr fyh tjdyf.
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|
sex
psychological
political
religion
love
philosophy
جنس
friedrich-nietzche
milan-kundera
neitzsche
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
religion-and-philoshophy
حب
philosophy-of-life
friedrich-nietzsche
sociology
novel
psychology
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ميلان كونديرا |
90573ba
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"They had been talking about his friend Z. when she announced, "If I hadn't met you, I'd certainly have fallen in love with him." Even then, her words had left Tomas in a strange state of melancholy, and now he realized it was only a matter of chance that Tereza loved him and not his friend Z. Apart from her consummated love for Tomas, there were, in the realm of possibility, an infinite number of unconsummated loves for other men. We all reject out of hand the idea that the love of our life may be something light or weightless; we presume our love is what must be, that without it our life would no longer be the same; we feel that Beethoven himself, gloomy and awe-inspiring, is playing the "Es muss sein!" to our own great love. Tomas often thought of Tereza's remark about his friend Z. and came to the conclusion that the love story of his life exemplified not "Es muss sein!" (It must be so), but rather "Es konnte auch anders sein" (It could just as well be otherwise)."
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fate
love
es-muss-sein
six-laughable-fortuities
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Milan Kundera |
71db68a
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(...) the woman we love ought to swim as slowly as we do, she ought to have no past of her own to look back on happily. But when the illusion of absolute identity vanishes (the girl looks back happily on her past or swims faster), love becomes a permanent source of the great torment we call litost.
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|
inspirational-quotes
love
litost
torment
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Milan Kundera |
0e66e15
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I should thank you'', she said. His lips stilled, and she felt him smile against his skin. ''For what?'' ''Everything, really. But mostly for being you
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personality
love
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Julia Quinn |
dc841c3
|
When I was in junior high, I used to think I would turn out to be one of the guys, and boys would say, 'Oh, you're so great,' but they wouldn't date me. I thought I wasn't pretty enough. But then I got to Ault and first of all, I'm not really friends with any guys. And then, with you this year, I thought, if Cross will keep hooking up with me, maybe I'm okay after all. But time passed and I never became your girlfriend. And so then I thought, not only was I wrong, but my life turned out to be the opposite of what I expected. Meaning, it wasn't my appearance--that's not the bad thing about me. It's my personality. But how do I know which part? I have no idea. I've tried to think about if it's one thing in isolation or everything together, or what can I do to fix it, or how can I convince you. Then I thought, maybe it is my looks, maybe I was right before. And I never figured it out. Obviously, I didn't. But I've spent a lot of time this year trying. And the reason I'm telling you all this is that I want you to know no one in my life has ever made me feel worse about myself than you.
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unhappiness
looks
love
yearning
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Curtis Sittenfeld |
5897ca4
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I think sometimes we love so deeply, so profoundly, that anything else pales by comparison.
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love
debbie-macomber
the-trouble-with-angels
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Debbie Macomber |
97a5f5f
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He never even thought of tenderness and emotion; his considerations about Durham remained cold. Durham didn't dislike him, he was sure. That was all he wanted. One thing at a time. He didn't so much as have hopes, for hope distracts, and he had a great deal to see to.
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hope
love
gay-romance
patience
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E.M. Forster |
c9fee13
|
they come different and the same with each it is different and the same with each the absence of love is different with each the absence of love is the same
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love
lack
desire
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Samuel Beckett |
a5ec19a
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Love is a vicarious principle. A mother suffers for and with her sick child, as a patriot suffers for his country. No wonder that the Son of Man visited this dark, sinful, wretched earth by becoming Man - Christ's unity with the sinful was due to His love! Love burdens itself with the wants and woes and losses and even the wrongs of others.
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love
the-cross
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Fulton J. Sheen |
75fb03b
|
How can you possibly hope to reform her after the life she's been leading?' 'It's not her I'm wanting to reform - it's me,' he replied. 'Besides, it's taking me into a world where I can do some good.' 'I can't imagine you happy.' 'That's not the point.' 'Of course it isn't. But if she has a heart, she can't be happy either. She can't want you to do that.' 'No, she doesn't.' 'I see. But life...' 'What about life?' 'Life demands something different.' 'Life only wants us to do the right things,' said Nekhlyudov. -Resurrection
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love
philosophy
resurrection
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Leo Tolstoy |
249fcb7
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She also keeps talking about the Billie Holiday record she bought for me. And she says she wants to expose me to all these great things. And to tell you the truth, I don't really want to be exposed to all these great things if it means that I'll have to listen to Mary Elizabeth talk about all the great things she exposed me to all the time. It almost feels like of the three things involved: Mary Elizabeth, me, and the great things, only the first one matters to Mary Elizabeth. I don't understand that. I would give someone a record so they could love the record, not so they would always know that I gave it to them.
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kindness
love
histrionic-people
obnoxious-people
self-centered-people
snobs
selflessness
selfishness
gifts
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Stephen Chbosky |
5dd0bf2
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Love is the opposite of good sense.
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good
heart
love
oppsoite
sense
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Marjane Satrapi |
73463c3
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"There are two aspects of man's existence which are the special province and expression of his sense of life: love and art. I am referring here to romantic love, in the serious meaning of that term--as distinguished from the superficial infatuations of those whose sense of life is devoid of any consistent values, i.e., of any lasting emotions other than fear. Love is a response to values. It is with a person's sense of life that one falls in love--with that essential sum, that fundamental stand or way of facing existence, which is the essence of a personality. One falls in love with the embodiment of the values that formed a person's character, which are reflected in his widest goals or smallest gestures, which create the style of his soul--the individual style of a unique, unrepeatable, irreplaceable consciousness. It is one's own sense of life that acts as the selector, and responds to what it recognizes as one's own basic values in the person of another. It is not a matter of professed convictions (though these are not irrelevant); it is a matter of much more profound, conscious and subconscious harmony. Many errors and tragic disillusionments are possible in this process of emotional recognition, since a sense of life, by itself, is not a reliable cognitive guide. And if there are degrees of evil, then one of the most evil consequences of mysticism--in terms of human suffering--is the belief that love is a matter of "the heart," not the mind, that love is an emotion independent of reason, that love is blind and impervious to the power of philosophy. Love is the expression of philosophy--of a subconscious philosophical sum--and, perhaps, no other aspect of human existence needs the conscious power of philosophy quite so desperately. When that power is called upon to verify and support an emotional appraisal, when love is a conscious integration of reason and emotion, of mind and values, then--and only then--it is the greatest reward of man's life."
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love
cognition
emotions
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Ayn Rand |
2567a3c
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It is true. Indeed, that is why I dared not speak. I have yearned to be again at the side of my beloved Arianllyn, and my thoughts are with her now. But had I chosen to return, I would ever wonder whether my choice was made through wisdom or following the wishes of my own heart. I see this is as it must be, and the destiny laid upon me. I am content to die here.
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fate
love
wisdom
folly
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Lloyd Alexander |
8c952fd
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Love she had found, had a strange way of multiplying. Doubling, trebling itself, so that, as each child arrived, there was always more than enough to go around.
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love
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Rosamunde Pilcher |
cb31ecf
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She had loved them all, her children. Loved each one the best, but for different reasons.
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love
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Rosamunde Pilcher |
a93322f
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Of necessity she went further in aversion than she had gone in love, for her hatred was not in proportion to her love but to her disappointed hopes.
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hope
love
hopelessnes
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Honoré de Balzac |
d8a7708
|
"Those slight words and looks and touches are part of the soul's language; and the finest language, I believe, is chiefly made up of unimposing words, such as "light," "sound," "stars," "music"--words really not worth looking at, or hearing, in themselves, any more than "chips" or "sawdust." It is only that they happen to be the signs of something unspeakably great and beautiful. I am of opinion that love is a great and beautiful thing too, and if you agree with me, the smallest signs of it will not be chips and sawdust to you: they will rather be like those little words, "light" and "music," stirring the long-winding fibres of your memory and enriching your present with your most precious past."
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love
spring
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George Eliot |
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But was it love? Was it simply the hysteria of a man who, aware deep down of his inaptitude for love, felt the self-deluding need to simulate it?
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love
self-delusion
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Milan Kundera |
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When the wounded were screaming, you dreamed of sharing a little house somewhere, of an ordinary life, of a family line, connection. All around him, men were walking silently with their thoughts, reforming their lives, making resolutions. If I ever get out of this lot... They could never be counted, the dreamed-up children, mentally conceived on the walk into Dunkirk, and later made flesh.
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family-relationships
war
inspiration
family
love
soldiers
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Ian McEwan |
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"Eternity is a long time and it doesn't always work out that way," Jareth says, a bit bitterly. "It's worse to love someone and then lose them, then to never love at all."
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loss
love
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Mari Mancusi |
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The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of the pines, firs and pruces. And it was, as I'd told myself long ago, the year's last passionate love affair before it grew old and died from the frosty bite of winter.
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seasons
winter
change
love
passionate
trees
fall
colors
fire
running
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V.C. Andrews |
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I'd have given you everything I had. If you'd needed more, I'd have found it, and given you that. It's the way I love. It's the only way I know how.
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romance
love
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Nora Roberts |