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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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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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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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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 |
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6786d1d
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What was she hoping to gain from his death? That it would numb the pain of his betrayal, or heal her injured pride? Her red sister didn't know much about love.
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love
revenge
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Cornelia Funke |
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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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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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b2f2886
|
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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first-love
katie-mcgarry
love
romance
young-adult
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Katie McGarry |
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62aaaf8
|
"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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love
prayer
wish
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Anne Brontë |
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4546874
|
They were deeply in love, which beats earplugs.
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love
|
Salman Rushdie |
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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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desire
lack
love
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Samuel Beckett |
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0dd07be
|
... 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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97a5f5f
|
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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gay-romance
hope
love
patience
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E.M. Forster |
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71db68a
|
(...) 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
litost
love
torment
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Milan Kundera |
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9447bf5
|
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
|
Arthur Golden |
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543396a
|
"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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love
pain
|
Marie Force |
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58f0810
|
But sometimes the key to happiness is just expecting a little bit less.
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|
jodi-picoult
love
romance
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
66331b0
|
... the only thing that makes life worthwhile is loving orher people and being loved by them. - Pia Obrian
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|
life
life-lessons
love
loving
|
Susan Mallery |
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039d67d
|
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
love-quotes
relationships
|
Nick Hornby |
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72d68bf
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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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|
beautiful
city
colour
empire
hate
hope
human
love
mumbai
shantaram
sleep
smell-sea
sweat
sweet
|
Gregory David Roberts |
|
347c822
|
Authentic love must be founded on reciprocal recognition of two freedoms...
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life
love
respect
truth
wisdom
|
Simone de Beauvoir |
|
80bbe48
|
Because the greater the love, the more devastating the sense of betrayal.
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|
love
relationships
|
Jill Mansell |
|
7eef63c
|
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
|
Laurell K. Hamilton |
|
0562c0c
|
You do right by me, I'll show you a life most suckers can't even dream of.
|
|
book
jacob
laugh
life
live
love
marlena
quote
water-for-elephants
|
Sara Gruen |
|
1588628
|
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
love-story
the-only-story
unrequited-love
|
Julian Barnes |
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056c1d4
|
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
nurturing
second-coming
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
|
6fc17c9
|
"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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love
marriage
romance
|
Neil Gaiman |
|
cdb619d
|
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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|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
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ميلان كونديرا |
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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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|
looks
love
unhappiness
yearning
|
Curtis Sittenfeld |
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b0e3bb0
|
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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|
love
nature
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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bf122a7
|
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
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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a1d51ec
|
"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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|
cross
crucifixion
divine-condescension
easter
good-friday
incarnation
jesus-christ
love
salvation
violence
|
William H. Willimon |
|
fd181d1
|
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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|
full-moon
gene-kelly
love
practicality
singin-in-the-rain
thirty-six-piece-orchestras
|
Peter S. Beagle |
|
39a53be
|
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
|
Peter S. Beagle |
|
54739e4
|
"How beautiful that is!" said Laurie softly, for he was quick to see and feel beauty of any kind."
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|
love
women
|
Louisa May Alcott |
|
090a146
|
"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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|
love
marriage
proposal
relationship
|
Ian McEwan |
|
6e9a385
|
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.
|
|
love
|
Neil Gaiman |
|
0e66e15
|
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
|
|
love
personality
|
Julia Quinn |
|
f82f2df
|
...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
|
|
love
|
Julia Quinn |
|
98b4c7c
|
"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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|
discovery
freckle
investigation
love
sex
|
Julia Quinn |
|
6d95ae0
|
"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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|
idea
jealousy
love
|
Julia Quinn |
|
6ceda67
|
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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|
intimacy
love
marriage-proposal
richard-iii
touching
|
Philippa Gregory |
|
0286498
|
"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
love
religion
|
Rob Bell |
|
2d6c166
|
kn ykhsh~ fy 'Glb l'Hyn 'n yjdh jls@ `l~ 'rD ldkn ldhy tshtry mnh lsjy'r.
|
|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
|
989ce1c
|
"So why did he do it?" Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistakes. He fell in love."
|
|
lola-and-the-boy-next-door
lola-nolan
love
mistakes
romance
|
Stephanie Perkins |
|
49d0095
|
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.
|
|
daughters
family
generations
life
london
love
mothers
mothers-and-daughters
repel
urgency
|
Zadie Smith |
|
90573ba
|
"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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|
es-muss-sein
fate
love
six-laughable-fortuities
|
Milan Kundera |
|
ceab6b4
|
Mattie was in love with Daniel, of course; this was the X within the circle on her map: I love Daniel.
|
|
love
|
Anne Lamott |
|
fa2ce1d
|
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.
|
|
daughter-of-fortune
fixation
love
|
Isabel Allende |
|
7f8ce71
|
So love is rest? The cosy corner? The little nook? Sometimes it ought to be. Sometimes it is.
|
|
love
|
Doris Lessing |
|
a5ec19a
|
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
|
Fulton J. Sheen |
|
e50b8f2
|
"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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|
dustfinger
farid
love
meggie
pain
|
Cornelia Funke |
|
8882f49
|
Love is bitter, death is sweet.
|
|
life
love
poetry
|
Jack Kerouac |
|
303713b
|
No wife wants to hear that her husband is less than perfect.
|
|
love
perfect
shopaholic
wife
|
Sophie Kinsella |
|
284906b
|
"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
|
Annie Proulx |
|
fe983df
|
Grief is always the price we pay for love
|
|
love
|
Nicholas Sparks |
|
99e0704
|
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.
|
|
inspirational
life
love
soul
the-notebook
|
Nicholas Sparks |
|
5655893
|
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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|
longing
love
love-hurts
separation
|
Margaret Atwood |
|
299de82
|
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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|
fearless
feminism
love
women
|
Jean M. Auel |
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a30dafc
|
"[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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|
fire
god
love
quiet
|
Mary Doria Russell |
|
aac28f7
|
"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
|
James Patterson |
|
9e5f7d9
|
"I love you more than I love goats, and you know how I feel about goats", Gaby said."
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love
|
James Patterson |
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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 |
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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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creativity
escapism
fate
love
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Lawrence Durrell |
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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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bell-hooks
expression
love
loving
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bell hooks |
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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
guidance
guide
love
trust
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Bell Hooks |
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f5bc6b8
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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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longing
love
pain
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Victor Villaseñor |
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70a307a
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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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love
lovers
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Joanne Harris |
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d3af221
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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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feyre
love
rhysand
young-adult
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Sarah J. Maas |
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26fc479
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... we honor the people we lost by loving again.
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honor
love
second-chances
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Marie Force |
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ebcdc81
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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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d0480fa
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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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feyre
love
rhysand
young-adult
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Sarah J. Maas |
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3ba6d89
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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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bf346ee
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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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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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howard-roark
love
the-fountainhead
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Ayn Rand |
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82c5657
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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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49b7096
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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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e3def21
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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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arabic
emotions-love
feelings
heart
human
love
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Paulo Coelho |
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b77e0f7
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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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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
inspirational
life
love
old-age
poignant
self-help
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Mohsin Hamid |
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5225a9a
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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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471abf9
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There is perfect love in Heaven!
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love
perfection
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Anne Brontë |
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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 |
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fe7edd0
|
Property is not the natural and obvious and inevitable concept that most people think it is.
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land
love
natural
ownership
people
property
slaves
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Robert A. Heinlein |
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7051f2c
|
"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 |
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302c8ed
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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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ccf584b
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Love brightens and purifies the heart.
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love
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Karen Cushman |
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7eddafd
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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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7160d86
|
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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discernment
holiness
love
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Augustine of Hippo |
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a4804fc
|
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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ae506b1
|
Being friends is different from being lovers. It's a sea change.
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friendship
love
love-story
lovequotes
lovers
relationships
romance
women
women-s-fiction
women-writers
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Barbara Delinsky |
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5897ca4
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I think sometimes we love so deeply, so profoundly, that anything else pales by comparison.
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debbie-macomber
love
the-trouble-with-angels
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Debbie Macomber |
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a6c030f
|
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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eliot
lexicon
love
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Max Barry |
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74f3e14
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Begin each day with God. It will change your priorities.
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|
change
christian
day
faith
god
hope
joy
love
priorities
start
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Elizabeth George |
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235d371
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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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daily
diamond
difficult
disappointments
faith
god
life
love
polish
reflective
transform
walk
women
|
Elizabeth George |
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1729304
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Like completing a run, living today begins with preparation, planning, and prayer.
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christian
faith
god
living
love
plan
prayer
prepare
run
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Elizabeth George |
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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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|
calling
christian
god
life
love
marriage
potential
single
singleness
work
young
|
Elizabeth George |
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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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love
romance
truth
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Chuck Klosterman |
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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 |
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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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franzen
love
neediness
parenthood
selfishness
|
Jonathan Franzen |
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8535d8e
|
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
|
Hermann Hesse |
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0fc53d5
|
"No-one loves another More than he loves whatever
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love
mistakes
vanity
|
Fernando Pessoa |
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1e474cd
|
"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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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 |
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22a6217
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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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depth
identity
love
superficiality
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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31c7863
|
"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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|
choices
love
|
Elizabeth Hoyt |
|
96f06a0
|
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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knowledge
love
thinking
|
John Piper |
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6f4b31a
|
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 |
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55b50f2
|
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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|
life
live
love
share
|
Stephen Chbosky |
|
c252299
|
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
|
Audrey Niffenegger |
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425a51b
|
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 |
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1ee3672
|
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
simplicity
stormy-lewellyn
|
Dean Koontz |
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fa266a6
|
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
faults
love
parents
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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3baf9b0
|
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
love
memories
nostalgia
past
trip
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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ef758db
|
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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hate
hatred
lesbian
love
man
women
|
Graham Greene |
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cf28c25
|
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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love
marriage
prayer
relationships
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Stormie Omartian |
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72b81a4
|
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
doctor-fischer-of-geneva
graham-greene
love
|
Graham Greene |
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94e1bce
|
"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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|
love
obedience
relationship
unfaithfulness
|
Marcus J. Borg |
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3e60aed
|
It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.
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love
|
Libba Bray |
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282770c
|
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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love
risk
romance
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
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455cde6
|
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
|
Julian Barnes |
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9bc4792
|
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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|
julian-barnes
love
love-story
meaningful
relationships
the-only-story
true-love
unrequited-love
validation
|
Julian Barnes |
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c854d27
|
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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|
love
lovers
paris
|
James Baldwin |
|
a55910f
|
We held each other so close that we might indeed have been one body.
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|
love
romance
|
James Baldwin |
|
dd93889
|
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
learning-to-read
literacy
love
|
Markus Zusak |
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f275130
|
I had not been prepared for the simple charm of watching someone you love grow.
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|
life
love
|
Ta-Nehisi Coates |
|
9794056
|
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
love
poetry
risk
|
Charlotte Brontë |
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1cd57a0
|
"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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|
love
romance
sex
|
Emma Forrest |
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539501f
|
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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10a5709
|
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
|
Emma Forrest |
|
cc1fda3
|
Fear and love were sometimes the same thing both necessary unavoidable. Now she understood that it was okay to bleed if you know how to heal.
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love
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Susan Wiggs |
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249fcb7
|
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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|
gifts
histrionic-people
kindness
love
obnoxious-people
self-centered-people
selfishness
selflessness
snobs
|
Stephen Chbosky |
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91a162c
|
"Say that you don't love him!" Amarantha shrieked, and the blood on my hands became the blood of that rabbit--became the blood of what I had lost. But I wouldn't say it. Because loving Tamlin was the only thing I had left, the only thing I couldn't sacrifice. A path cleared through my red-and-black vision. I found Tamlin's eyes--wide as he crawled toward Amarantha, watching me die, and unable to save me while his wound slowly healed, while she still gripped his power. Amarantha had never intended for me to live, never intended to let him go. "Amarantha, stop this," Tamlin begged at her feet as he clutched the gaping wound in his chest. "Stop. I'm sorry--I'm sorry for what I said about Clythia all those years ago. Please."
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|
angry
beg
blood
emotional
feyre
hurt
killing
love
tamlin
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Sarah J. Maas |
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c6601dc
|
"I felt knots untie themselves, knots I didn't know were there. I could already tell there were things happening deep inside of me that were irreversible. Is there any scarier word than "irreversible"? It's a hiss of a word, full of side effects and mutilations. Severe tire damage - no backing up. Falling in love with Renee felt that way."
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love
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Rob Sheffield |
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5965179
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Without any warning, tears filled my eyes. No one had ever given me such a kind and thoughtful gift before. I pictured Will going into the shop, looking over the books, and then discovering the very one he knew I would love. I even pictured him watching as the clerk wrapped the volume in brown paper. I wondered if the clerk had tied the green bow on it or if Will had gone into a notion shop and chosen it himself. These were all small things, but kindness was built of small things.
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love
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Sharon Biggs Waller |
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ec90339
|
I don't . Religion? Humans desperate to take out infinity insurance. Death? The great big . Love? Dopamine released in the brain, which gets depleted over time, leaving contempt.
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death
love
religion
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Marisha Pessl |
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fa0dcdb
|
The mightiest kings have had their minions; Great Alexander loved Hephaestion, The conquering Hercules for Hylas wept; And for Patroclus, stern Achilles drooped. And not kings only, but the wisest men: The Roman Tully loved Octavius, Grave Socrates, wild Alcibiades.
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|
alexander-the-great
christopher-marlowe
edward-ii
hephaestion
love
patroclus
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Christopher Marlowe |
|
9ad4a7c
|
Heavens can witness I love none but you: From my embracements thus he breaks away. O that mine arms could close this isle about, That I might pull him to me where I would! Or that these tears that drizzle from mine eyes Had power to mollify his stony heart, That when I had him we might never part.
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love
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Christopher Marlowe |
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atidebduutiiyy kbitaa aamaar paaglaami aar aamaar bhyy oder aache brro-brro mraa cok aar jbrer abiclit caauni ei cokhguloyy yaa dekhaa yaayy taa brhmaanndder asaartaa aamaar cokh dutto andh aakaash aamaar durbhedy raate asmbhaabytaa keNde otthe sbkichu curmaar hyye yaayy kaali-cokher pnyjikaa culbhul kbir amrtb kbitaa medbhultaar gorshaan bidaayy ddhemni dhopaani bidaayy misstti-mraa ngn trunniir mtn saajgoj bidaayy mithyaa ble mithyaa ghumocche piNprreder agnnn culkaani dhuloyy kaagjer goNph khoNjaar baachaai gaarribhraa jbr paagl bRssttir saari mlin caadrke haattaali dicche maanusser haarrer shokpuurnn behaayyaapnaa okhene bhirr jrro krche ttinkyaan kiser hyyto ek pulish chaader opre shaartter bhetre raaksss kaaste naacaayy aami tomaake haaoyyaayy haariyye pheli aami tomaake mRtder ekjn mne kri ek gurutbpuurnn shiraa hRdyy aar baataaser maajhe ei jgte aamaar kichui kraar nei purrte thaakaa chaarraa aami tomaake mRtyu prynt bhaalobaasi tomaar ashirtaa tomaar mgje ek paagl baataas sitti baajaayy tumi haasaar drun asukhe bhugch tumi aamaar kaach theke paalaao teto shuunytaar jny nijer hRdyyke chiNrre aalaadaa kro aamaake chiNrre aalaadaa kro ydi caao aamaar jbrgrst cokh tomaake raate khuNje paayy aami kaaNpchi aamaar hRdyyer shiite aamaar yntrnnaar gbhiirtaa theke tomaake ddaak dii amaanusser kaannaayy yen aami sntaan prsb krchi tumi aamaar glaa ttipe dhro mRtyur mtn aami taa brro duHkhe jenechi aami tomaake kebl mRtyur mukhei khuNje paai tumi ttoi sundrii ytottaa mRtyu sb shbd aamaar glaa ttipe dhre nksstrraa aakaashe chyaaNdaa kre mRtyur mtn aartnaad kre kntthrodh kre aami jiibn caai naa kntthruddh hoyyaa besh misstti udiiyymaan nksstr mRt naariir mtni shiitl aamaar cokh dutto beNdhe daao aami raatke bhaalobaasi aamaar hRdyy kaalo aamaake raater bhetre tthele daao sbkichui nkl aami yntrnnaayy bhugi jgt theke mRtyur gndh beroyy paakhiraa andh hyye orre tumi temni myylaa yemn kaalo aakaash ek usb aarmbh hbe kaadaayy aar bhyye nksstrraa jhre prrbe ykhn mRtyu kaache ese prre tumi raater aatngk tomaar jny aamaar bhaalobaasaa yen mRtyur kaannaa tumi mRtyur mtn durbl tomaar jny aamaar bhaalobaasaa bibhrmer mtn tumi jaano aamaar maathaa maaraa yaayy tumii bishaaltaa tumii bhyy tumi khun kraar mtn sundrii aamaar hRdyy phule otthe aamaar glaa bndh hyye aase tomaar tlpett raater mtn ulngg tumi aamaake sraasri shess prynt niyye yaao mRtyur kaamrr aarmbh hyyeche tomaake blaar aar kichu nei aami mRter kaach theke tomaar sngge kthaa blchi aar mRtraa cirkaal maun /
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form
love
person
subjectivity
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Georges Bataille |
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Just as mental toughness and physical energy are the primary traits of an army, they also mark God's beautiful woman.
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beautiful
christian
energy
eyes
god
love
mental
physical
strength
toughness
trait
woman
women
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Elizabeth George |
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In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that's it, I think.
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love
love-humor
men
relationships
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Emma Forrest |
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God bless ladies with costly, tasteful clothes and touching, dirty fingernails that champion gifted, foreign poets and decorate the library in beautiful, melancholy fashion! My God, this universe is nothing to snicker at!
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love
woman
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J.D. Salinger |
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Life is a precious possession...It is what one makes of it. - Charity Duncan
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life
love
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Mary Balogh |
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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
hopelessnes
love
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Honoré de Balzac |