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42f85fc
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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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387a966
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Your assignment from God is not to change your husband, but to love, follow, assist, and minister to him.
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assist
christian
follow
god
good
husband
love
marriage
men
minister
pure
truth
wife
women
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Elizabeth George |
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25917b4
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Etre aime, c'est en effet, sur cette terre ou rien n'est complet, une des formes les plus etrangement exquises du bonheur.
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love
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Victor Hugo |
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21a1a89
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I read this forward and knew i'd love the book. This book is for you. The men & women, lost & lonely, searching & wary, uncertain & ill prepared for what the heart can lead them into. Sometimes, love is right around the corner. Its the road not taken that has suddenly intersected with that congested road of life you're traveling, bringing you to a harsh & sudden stop. It's a look. It's a smile thhat warms you to the depths of your soul, steals your breath, and pulls you aside as that moment in time screams to a halt & leaves you struggling to adjust. It's the love you didn't expect. It's the love you didn't ask for, hadn't thought aobut, & you realize it's the love that heals the wounds in your soul. It's the love that will reveal the person you are, & the life, though never perfect, that you never knew you dreamed of. Call it destiny, call it fate. Or call it a gift from God. Whichever, its the dream & the everlasting hope for the future.
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love
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Lora Leigh |
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3fc7fa7
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Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
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emotions
hatred
heart
love
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Honoré de Balzac |
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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
folly
love
wisdom
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Lloyd Alexander |
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183ea15
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You are the machos, the life, the future of our families. You are all that's left, so you must protect our mothers and grow and do good and have families of your own. I love you. I do. I do.
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family
inspirational
integrity
love
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Victor Villaseñor |
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22c490b
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Oh, I forgot to tell you the rest of it --he's a widower now, so they can ride off together into the sunset, their wedding rings glinting.
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love
marriage
sunset
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Brenda Joyce |
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45399c6
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...being able to listen to unrepeatable secrets, wishes, and desires wasn't as wonderful as it seemed...being aware of what other people felt at every moment would come to cause him a lot of headaches, and huge disappointments in love.
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love
thoughts
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Laura Esquivel |
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1119154
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"It always rains on the unloved-wet dreams-a fishing expedition-she kisses wyverns (the disneyland analogy)-dinner etiquette and chocolate lovers-desire swears by the first circle-"things are changing"-what can possibly go wrong?" --
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love
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Neil Gaiman |
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3230124
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That's all kids want to know--that you love them.
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jenks
jenks-from-the-hollows-novels
kids
love
million-dollar-baby
parental-love
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Kim Harrison |
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3ed26fb
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This sort of obsessing would get him nowhere. He needed to move on, to get going, to look forward.
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love
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Jodi Picoult |
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ee74dd1
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"It was a brave city, she decided, eyeing them. Brave in its other sense; not courageous, so much as outstanding, commanding. It was too nice a town to die in. Though it had no honeysuckle vines and no balconies and no guitars, it was meant for love. For living and for love, and the two were inseparable; one didn't come without the other. ("Too Nice A Day To Die")"
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love
manhattan
new-york-city
nyc
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Cornell Woolrich |
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cc54656
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"His hair, at first glance, appears merely dark, but upon closer inspection is actually many strands of chestnut brown, gold, and black. He wears it long, for a guy, not because doing so is "in," but because he's too busy with his many interests to remember to get it cut regularly. His eyes seem dark at first glance, as well, but are actually a kaleidoscope of russets and mahoganies, flecked here and there with ruby and gold, like twin lakes during an Indian summer, into which you feel as if you could dive and swim forever. Nose: aquiline. Mouth: imminently kissable. Neck: aromatic--an intoxicating blend of Tide from his shirt collar, Gillette shaving foam, and Ivory soap, which together spell: my boyfriend. B- Better. I would have liked more description on what exactly about his mouth you find so imminently kissable. --C. Martinez"
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love
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Meg Cabot |
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e9d3aa9
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She had said he had been driven away from her by a dream...
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bitter
breaking-up
breakup
breakups
dream
dreaming
heart-break
heart-burn
heartache
indigestion
longing
love
sad
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Joseph Conrad |
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aaa48c3
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She wanted to get some personal profit out of things, and she rejected as useless all that did not contribute to the immediate desires of her heart, being of a temperament more sentimental than artistic, looking for emotions, not landscapes.
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beauty
desire
emotion
heart
love
lust
sad
selfish
sentimental
true
useless
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Gustave Flaubert |
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a400158
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It turns out that there's something even harder than not being able to be with the person you love when you're happy: not being able to comfort her when she's sad.
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love
romance
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Jodi Picoult |
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ee19ac4
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When we view ourselves through the lens of God's Word, we better understand God's love for us and the worth we have in His eyes.
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|
christian
eyes
god
inspire
lens
love
men
understand
value
view
women
word
worth
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Elizabeth George |
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c4462a6
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Say yes,' he whispers. 'Marry me.' I hesitate. I open my eyes. 'You will get my fortune,' I remark. 'When I marry you, everything I have becomes yours. Just as George has everything that belongs to Isabel.' 'That's why you can trust me to win it for you,' he says simply. 'When your interests and mine are the same, you can be certain that I will care for you as for myself. You will be my own. You will find that I care for my own.' 'You will be true to me?' 'Loyalty is my motto. When I give my word, you can trust me.
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equality-between-partners
husband-and-wife
love
loyalty
marriage
richard-iii
trust
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Philippa Gregory |
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a8991f0
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"He took a step toward me and whispered in my ear "I really did love you." Leaving out the unsaid word; Once. "Me too." Once."
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love
pushing-the-limits
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Katie McGarry |
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afd5c44
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I know that no matter how lonely I get, I'll never be truly alone again. Our loved ones don't leave us. They just move out of sight for a while, and wait...in the shades.
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lonely
love
movement
shades
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Darren Shan |
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a4b25b4
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You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bold; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life.
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juliet-marillier
love
obsession
obsessive-love
passion
passionate
true-love
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Juliet Marillier |
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ec90339
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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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c34a03f
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I never want to put my whole world in any one person's hands again, Jason. If they die, I won't die with them.' 'So you'll hold a little of yourself back from everybody.' 'No,' I said, 'I'll hold back a piece of myself for myself. No one gets all of me, Jason, no one, except me.
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anita-blake-vampire-hunter
death
independence
jason-schuyler
laurell-k-hamilton
love
relationships
strong-women
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Laurell K. Hamilton |
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c336aa8
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Hay ... tantas clases de amor como corazones
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love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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c2baa1a
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"But, Mameha-san, I don't want kindness!" "Don't you? I thought we all wanted kindness. Perhaps what you mean is that you want something more than kindness. And that is something you're in no position to ask."
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kindness
life
love
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Arthur Golden |
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d7c312a
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Lucas beobachtete, wie Helen aus dem Haus rannte und in Claires Wagen sprang. Sie sah erschopft und ausgezehrt aus, aber das Lacheln, mit dem sie Claire begrusste, was leuchtend und wunderschon und voller Liebe. So war Helen eben. Auch wenn sie selbst litt, hatte sie diese beinahe magische Fahigkeit, anderen ihr Herz zu offnen. Nur in ihrer Nahe zu sein, reichte bereits aus, dass er sich geliebt fuhlte, auch wenn er wusste, dass ihre Liebe nicht mehr ihm galt. An diesem Morgen hatte sie ihn wieder beinahe erwischt, und er hatte mittlerweile den Verdacht, dass er ihr Angst machte. Irgendwie konnte sie ihn immer noch spuren. Lucas musste herausfinden, woran das lag, denn er wurde ganz sicher nicht aufhoren, sie zu bewachen. Nicht, bis er sicher war, dass Automedon endgultig verschwunden war. Claire und Helen fingen beim Losfahren an, zu singen und verunstalteten einen seiner Lieblingssongs von Bob Marley. Helen sang wirklich grauenhaft. Das war eines der Dinge, die er besonders an ihr mochte. Jedes Mal, wenn sie losjaulte, wie eine getretene Katze, wollte er sie am liebsten in den Arm nehmen und kussen.
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göttlich-verloren
helen
josephine-angelini
love
lucas
starcrossed-love
ya-romance
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Josephine Angelini |
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cc1fda3
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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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b6724fd
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She would make a man of me. She puts strength and courage into me as no one else can. She is unlike any girl I ever saw; there's no sentimentality about her; she is wise, and kind, and sweet. She says what she means, looks you straight in the eye, and is as true as steel.
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girls
louisa-may-alcott
love
lovers
manhood
modern-magic
romance
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Louisa May Alcott |
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aeb3e0c
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l 'Hd y`rf dhlk bSwr@ 'fDl mm y`rf lsysywn. fm 'n yrw al@ tSwyr `l~ mqrb@ mnhm Ht~ yhbuWw rkDyn thr 'wl Tfl ySdfwnh fyHmlwnh fy 'dhr`thm wyqblwnh fy khdh. <> hw lmthl l'`l~ lkl lsysyyn wlkl lHrkt lsysy@.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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ec4f1c7
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Ada: And why life? (Pause.) Why life, Henry? (Pause.) Is there anyone about? Henry: Not a living soul. Ada: I thought as much. (Pause.) When we longed to have it to ourselves there was always someone. Now that it does not matter the place is deserted.
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embers
love
play
relationship
soul
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Samuel Beckett |
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d820067
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I really don't know what 'I love you' means. I think it means 'Don't leave me here alone'.
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love
poetry
sonnet
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Neil Gaiman |
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ae68f1b
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How heavy the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, Everything bare, Everything cold and merciless, And even the beloved, clear Stars look desolately down, Since I learned in my heart that Love can die.
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love
poetry
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Hermann Hesse |
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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
hopelessnes
love
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Honoré de Balzac |
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b24e44a
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I'm not quiet because I'm not proving a point. I'm quit because I gave no idea what to say to the emotions tearing me up.
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love
thomas
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Katie McGarry |
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c696f62
|
Ayla just didn't seem like a woman who was about to join and establish a new hearth with a man she loved. There was no joy, no excitement. Something was missing. Something called Jondalar.
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jondalar
love
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Jean M. Auel |
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ae047b4
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Shared emotions experienced by two souls,empathy on unequivocal level which Davey believed would change entire species of mankind if only secret of empathy could be telepathically shared with humanity,one soul after another, until every soul understood true meaning of love.
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chakras
christina-westover
empathy
fiction
humanity
jack-kerouac
love
photography
poetry
san-francisco
soul
telepathy
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Christina Westover |
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e286dd7
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"True love, selfless and deep as the oceans in their most fathomless depths." Orlando let the glove run along the thread, which glistened like a ray of sunlight. "But I fear this one is not meant for me. This kind of thread is not spun in mere days." He let his hand drop, and the gold disappeared as though it really had been nothing but a ray of sunlight. "The Golden Yarn... or the inseverable bond, as it is also called. As inseverable as the threads of fate. And there is only one who can spin them and who can cut them."
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golden-yarn
jacob-reckless
love
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Cornelia Funke |
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ceaf90b
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"It is life, more than death, that has no limits. Love becomes greater and nobler and mightier in calamity. We men are the miserable slaves of prejudice. But when a women decides to sleep with a man, there is no wall she will not scale, no fortress she will not destroy, no moral consideration she will not ignore at its very root. There is no god worth worrying about. Let time pass and we will see what it brings. Humanity, like the armies in the field, advances at the speed of the slowest. Those of us who make the rules have the greatest obligation to abide by them. I don't believe in God but I am afraid of him. It's better to arrive in time than to be invited. Unfaithful but not disloyal. Love, no matter what else it might be, is a natural talent. Nobody teaches life anything. The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love. There is no one with more common sense, no stonecutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid and dangerous, than a poet.
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death
gabriel
garcia
limits
love
marquez
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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c6601dc
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"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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d5d5614
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Death loves death, not life. Dying people love to know that others die with them; it is a comfort to learn you are not alone in the kiln, in the grave.
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death
dying
love
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Ray Bradbury |
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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 |
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b34bf06
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Describing our romantic longings in 'Life preserves,' therapist Harriet Lerner shares that most people want a partner 'who is mature and intelligent, loyal and trustworthy, loving and attentive, sensitive and open, kind and nurturant, competent and responsible.' No matter the intensity of this desire, she concludes: 'Few of us evaluate a prospective partner with the same objectivity and clarity that we might use to select a household appliance or a car.' To be capable of critically evaluating a partner we would need to be able to stand back and look critically at ourselves, at our needs, desires, and longings..... We fear that evaluating our needs and then carefully choosing partners will reveal that there is no one for us to love. Most of us prefer to have a partner who is lacking then no partner at all. What becomes apparent is that we may be more interested in finding a partner than in knowing love.
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finding-love
love
love-at-first-sight
love-quotes
pick-up-line
picky
romance
romantic-partner
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bell hooks |
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bdc86bc
|
"Fairy Tales give you more than just smile.
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|
fairy-tales-retold
fairytales
hope
love
love-quotes
paraphrasing-g-k-chesterton
relationship-quotes
smile
true-love
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Ameya Agrawal |
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c5937c0
|
This is the shade of difference: the door of the physician should never be shut, the door of the priest should always be open.
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kindness
love
priest
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Victor Hugo |
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cbd2b5f
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'w tdryn y ft@ m lshq bm`n~ klm@ lshq? nh 'n ykwn lnsn nsnan wl nsn, w rjl mkfwfan `n mSy'r lrjl, fyHb wl ynl, thm ykhsr dynh fy sbyl ldh@ lwSl, fl ylq~ b`d khsrnh mnh l lSdwd w lnkl, thm yrh b`d dhlk w hy m`bwdth lmqds@, tD` knz Hsnh Tw`y@ tHt qdmy wHsh lyftrsh, bl lylwthh w ydnsh, w hy qryr@ l`yn rDy@ lfw'd
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الحب-الشقاء
love
sadness
torture
|
Victor Hugo |
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e8d3e20
|
y`tbr tftysh lmwTnyn wmrqbthm mn lnshTt ljtm`y@ l'ssy@ wldy'm@ fy lbldn lshyw`y@. faliky ynl rsm HqWh fy qm@ m`rD 'w mwTnun `l~ t'shyr@ lqD `Tlth `l~ lshTy', 'w lky ttm lmwfq@ `l~ nDmm l`b kr@ l~ lfryq lwTny, yjb 'n tjtm` 'Slan kl 'nw` ltqryr wlshhdt lty tkhShm, (shhd@ lnTwr wzml l`ml wlshrT@ wkhly@ mwZWfwn m`dWwn lhdhh lmhm@. 'm m yql fy hdhh ltSryH fl `lq@ lh lbt@ bmwhb@ lmwTn fy lrsm 'w fy l`b lkr@, wl `lq@ lh bm dh knt tsmH lh Hlth lSHy@ bqD `Tl@ `l~ lshTy'. hnk 'mr wHd yhm whw m ysmW~ <> ('y mdh yqwl lmwTn, bmdh yfkr, kyf ytSrf, hl yshrk fy ljtm`t 'w fy ltZhrt fy l'wl mn yr). wbm 'n kl shy (lHy@ lywmy@ wltrqy@ wl`Tlt) mrtbT blTryq@ lty yqyWmwn fyh slwk lmwTn, fn ljmy` mDTrwn dhan, (mn 'jl ll`b m` lfryq lwTny 'w lltmkn mn qm@ m`rD, 'w lqD `Tl@ `l~ shTy' lbHr) lltSrf bTryq@ tj`l `lmthm Hsn@.
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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be4a869
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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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cf6caa8
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... and someone he scarcely knew moved towards him and knelt beside him and whispered, 'Sir, was you calling out for me? ... Sir, I know ... I know,' and touched him.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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a6c020b
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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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a5358c5
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It's commonplace to say that we 'love' a book, but when we say it, we mean all sorts of things. Sometimes we mean that a book was important to us in out youth, though we haven't picked it up in years; sometimes what we 'love' is an impressionistic idea glimpsed from afar (Combray...madeleins...Tante Leonie...) as apposed to the experience of wallowing and plowing through an actual text, and all too often people claim to love books they haven't read at all. Then there are books we love so much that we read every year or two, and know passages of them by heart; that cheer us up when we are sick or sad and never fail to amuse us when we take them up at random; that we pass on to all our friends and acquaintances; and to which we return again and again with undimmed enthusiasm over the course of a lifetime. I think it goes without saying ghat most books that engage readers on this very high levels are masterpieces; and this is why I believe that True Grit by Charles Portis is a masterpiece.
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books
love
love-books
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Donna Tartt |
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afd9722
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We cannot know love if we remain unable to surrender our attachment to power, if any feeling of vulnerability strikes terror in our hearts. Lovelessness torments.
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love
power
vulnerability
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bell hooks |
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b97558f
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Love is very real and it's dangerous. People do crazy things in the name of love. Bad things. Love is powerful and shouldn't be played with.
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love
love-quotes
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Susan Mallery |
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d8a7708
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"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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7d9d306
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It is easy, when you are young, to believe that what you desire is no less than what you deserve, to assume that if you want something badly enough, it is your God-given right to have it. When I decided to go to Alaska that April, like Chris McCandless, I was a raw youth who mistook passion for insight and acted according to an obscure, gap-ridden logic. I thought climbing the Devils Thumb would fix all that was wrong with my life. In the end, of course, it changed almost nothing. But I came to appreciate that mountains make poor receptacles for dreams. And I lived to tell my tale.
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hopelessness
inspiring
life-changing
love
teenage
young
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Jon Krakauer |
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7d8a51e
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Quoting Viola Davis (who is sharing rules she lives by): '4. I will not be a mystery to my daughter. She will know me and I will share my stories with her--the stories of failure, shame, and accomplishment. She will know she's not alone in that wilderness.
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belonging
love
motherhood
wilderness
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Brené Brown |
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fa30d92
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hnk 'shy kthyr@ l yfydn 'n n`rfh `n lns ldhyn nHbhm
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love
novel
people
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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fa0dcdb
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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 |
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0143fa9
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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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f9e07ba
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There's no safety in love. You risk the whole of life. But the great thing is to risk -to believe, and to risk everything for your belief.
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love
risk
safety
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Elizabeth von Arnim |
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f991858
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Achievement doesn't come from what we do, but from who we are. Our worldly power results from our personal power. Our career is an extension of our personality. People who profoundly achieve aren't necessarily people who do so much, they're people around whom things get done. Mahatma Gandhi and JFK were great examples of this. Their great achievements lay in all the energy they stirred in other people, the invisible forces they unleashed around them. By touching their own depths, they touched the depths within others. That kind of charisma, the power to affect what happens on the earth, from an invisible realm within is the natural right and function of the son of god. New frontiers are internal ones, the real stretch is always within us. Instead of expanding our ability or willingness to go out and get anything, we expand our ability to receive what is already here for us. Personal power emanates from someone who takes life seriously. The universe takes us as seriously as we take it. There is no greater seriousness than the full appreciation of the power and importance of love. Miracles flow from the recognition that love is the purpose of our career.
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career
love
personal-development
personal-power
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Marianne Williamson |
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0a4ae97
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We cannot begin to define God's knowledge. We know, simply and profoundly, that nothing is hidden from Him or incomprehensible to Him.
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comprehend
define
faith
god
heart
hide
knowledge
love
mind
profound
simple
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Elizabeth George |
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7a48b49
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Look into your heart- and go after what you really want.
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love
shopaholic
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Sophie Kinsella |
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0b0379b
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You know, all poetry may be a cry of generalised love, for this, or that, or the universe - which must be loved in its particularity, not its generality, but for its universal life in every minute particular. I have always supposed it to be a cry of ;unsatisfied love; - and so it may be indeed - for satisfaction may surfeit it and so it may die. I know many poets who write only when in an exalted state of mind which they compare to ;being in love;,when they do not simply state, that they are in love, that they seek love - for this fresh damsel - or that lively young woman - in order to find a fresh metaphor, or a new bright vision of things in themselves. And to tell you the truth, I have always believed I could diagnose this state of ;being in love; which they regard as ;most particular;, as inspired by item, one pair of black eyes or indifferent blue, ;item;, one graceful attitude of body or mind, ;item;, one female history of some twenty-two years from, shall we say 1821-1844 - I have always believed this ;in love; to be of something of the most abstract masking itself under the particular forms of both lover and beloved. And Poet who assumes and informs both.
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inspiration
love
women
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A.S. Byatt |
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01f3077
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One who was born by the ocean or has associated with it cannot ever be quite content away from it for very long
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cortez
log
love
ocean
steinbeck
travel
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John Steinbeck |
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686efc7
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Once started, love couldn't easily be stopped.
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love
not-easy
thought
thought-to-ponder
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Larry McMurtry |
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0b7c524
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"There was a loud shuffling above. A line of redcoats took their position at the edge of the ravine and aimed down at the rebels. "Present!" the British officer screamed to his men. "Present!" yelled the American officer. His men brought the butts of their muskets up to their shoulders and sighted down the long barrels, ready to shoot and kill. I pressed my face into the earth, unable to plan a course of escape. My mind would not be mastered and thought only of the wretched, lying, foul, silly girl who was the cause of everything. I thought of Isabel and I missed her. "FIRE!"
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fight
love
revolutionary-war
war
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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0c31722
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"Joan commented, upon sentence, "My body is your property, but my love is not. My love is my own, and I shall love you fiercely while you kill me."
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love
underpeople
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Cordwainer Smith |
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7879659
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They were two happy lovers among the crowd, and they came to suspect that love could be a feeling that was more relaxing and deep than the happiness, wild but momentary, of their secret nights.
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love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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77d96d1
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Lo unico que me duele de morir, es que no sea de amor.
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death-and-love
love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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837ba01
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His heart missed a beat and never regretted the lovely loss.
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loss
love
regret
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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6861892
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"Joy, sadness, confidence, anxiety, love, hatred, fear-all of these feelings and thousands more that make up the human "heart" are as useless to the living dead as the organ of the same name. Who knows if this is humanity's greatest weakness or strength? The debate continues, and probably will forever."
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inspirational
love
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Max Brooks |
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8bde9f7
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No true love is possible, Lewis demonstrates, until we abandon our claims, our rights, our grievances. Until then we will be trapped in the obscurity of our heart's mixed motives, our will to possess, to control, to be our own gods.
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control
cslewis
life
love
rights
wisdom
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Michael D. O'Brien |
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8c0d1d0
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And with love one can live even without happiness.
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happiness
love
notes-from-underground
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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9d3b7c0
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It is not death that allows us to understand each other, but poetry.
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history
inspirational
life
life-philosophy
love
poetry
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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8708053
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I love thee as I love all that we have fought for. I love thee as I love liberty and dignity and the rights of all men to work and not be hungry. I love thee as I love Madrid that we have defended and as I love all my comrades that have died. And many have died. Many. Many. Thou canst not think how many. But I love thee as I love what I love most in the world and I love thee more.
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liberty
love
madrid
maría
war
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Ernest Hemingway |
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f5ddfe0
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Besides, the story is ambivalent and mysterious in its ending. Is this Alkestis returning from down below? Why does she have a veil over her face? Could it be that when we forcefully bring back to life what has been lost through love what we get is only a shate of its former reality? Maybe we can never succeed fully in restoring the soul to life. Maybe she will always be veiled and at least partially shielded from the rigors of actual life. Love demands a submission that is total.
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death
love
submission
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Thomas Moore |
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6852b46
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And when they spy on us let them discover us loving
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love
social-justice
surveillance
surveillance-society
surveillance-state
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Alice Walker |
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75fb03b
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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 |
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02c107d
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There was such love as she had dreamed, and she meant to go on believing in it and cherishing the thought that she was worthy of it.
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hope
love
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Edith Wharton |
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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 |
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f53e521
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The first love disappears, but never goes. That ache becomes reconciliation.
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first-love
heartbreak
love
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James Baldwin |
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f4efddf
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I laugh, because he knew what I was thinking, and very few people ever know what I'm thinking.
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friends
love
relationship
thoughts
understading
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Lois Lowry |
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5720350
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She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once.
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lesbian
lesbian-romance
love
relationships
romance
true-love
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Michelle Tea |
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4782513
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Echo is my life. My life. I lover her. If there's a chance I can make her happy... If I can save what's between us... I'll do it, so fucking tell me!
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heartbreaking
love
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Katie McGarry |
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747cdf8
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"Dad was on the porch, pacing back and forth in that uneven stride he had on account of having a gimp leg. When he saw, he let out a yelp of delight and started hobbling down the steps towards us. Mom came running out of the house. She sank down on her knees, clasped her hands in front of her, and started praying up to the heavens, thanking the Lord for delivering her children from the flood. It was she who had saved us, she declared, by staying up all night praying. "You get down on your knees and thank your guardian angel," she said. "And thank me, too." Helen and Buster got down and started praying with Mom, but I just stood there looking at them. The way I saw it. I was the one who'd saved us all, not Mom and not some guardian angel. No one was up in that cottonwood tree except the three of us. Dad came alongside me and put his arms around my shoulders. "There weren't no guardian angel, Dad," I said. I started explaining how I'd gotten us to the cottonwood tree in time, figuring out how to switch places when our arms got tired and keeping Buster and Helen awake through the long night by quizzing them. Dad squeezed my shoulder. "Well, darling," he said, "maybe the angel was you."
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children
flash-flood
guardian-angel
love
mother
natural-disaster
parents
religion
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Jeannette Walls |
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4785bd0
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If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe? Don't you bully me with your politeness! Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?
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faith
life
love
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Yann Martel |
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57ee32e
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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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change
colors
fall
fire
love
passionate
running
seasons
trees
winter
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V.C. Andrews |
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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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cognition
emotions
love
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Ayn Rand |
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724b85c
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It is so hard to talk with John about my case, because he is so wise, and because he loves me so.
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love
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
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7230a4b
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She was truthful, or I was the greatest dupe who ever existed. I can only believe in our ecstasy. I don't want to know, I only want to love her.
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ecstasy
love
love-is-blind
truth
truthful
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Anaïs Nin |
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49d1ff1
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"Quinn spoke their language--all mystery and inside jokes, scarred souls and statement shirts. It was a beautiful moment for him--in his element and completely happy. When they started playing, he leaned over and whispered in my ear. "See that guitar?" I nodded. "That's a 1969 Martin D28. Hear me when I say if I had to choose between a beautiful girl and that guitar, I'd choose the guitar. Natch." He took a huge gulp of water, clearly affected. "Naturally," I whispered. "It could be why you're still single."
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glass-girl
guitar
henry-whitmire
indie-band
laura-anderson-kurk
long-distance-relationship
love
martin-guitar
meg-kavanagh
music
perfect-glass
quinn-o-neill
rock-band
romance
teen-fiction
teen-literature
ya
young-adult-fiction
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Laura Anderson Kurk |
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8e7cac9
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This universe is shot through with mystery. The very fact of its being, and of our own, is a mystery absolute, and the only miracle worthy of the name. The consciousness that animates us is itself central to this mystery and the ground for any experience we might wish to call 'spiritual.' No myths need be embraced for us to commune with the profundity of our circumstance. No personal God need be worshiped for us to live in awe at the beauty and immensity of creation. No tribal fictions need be rehearsed for us to realize, one fine day, that we do, in fact, love our neighbors, that our happiness is inextricable from their own, and that our interdependence demands that people everywhere be given the opportunity to flourish.
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love
mystery
reason
religion
spirituality
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Sam Harris |
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4a50286
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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
family-relationships
inspiration
love
soldiers
war
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Ian McEwan |
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70a572f
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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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love
romance
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Nora Roberts |
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7fe02cb
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These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff had a wife who was so devoted is, to be frank, the only reason anyone knows anything about him at all.
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husband
loss
love
wife
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Nicole Krauss |
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700cb78
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He wasn't a whole person any longer, but only half of something not yet made.
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love
reflection
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Diana Gabaldon |
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66794e2
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Liberating ourselves from the traditional strictures of marriage altogether, and/or transforming those strictures to include all of us -- gay, feminist, career-focused, baby crazy, monogamous, non-monogamous, skeptical, romantic, and everyone in between -- is the challenge facing this generation. As we consciously opt out or creatively reimagine marriage one loving couple at a time, we'll be able to shift societal expectations wholesale, freeing younger generations from some of the antiquated assumptions we've faced (that women always want to get married and men always shy away from commitment, that gender parity somehow disempowers men, that turning 30 makes an unmarried woman into an old maid).
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love
marriage
men
monogamy
nonmonogamy
women
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Courtney E. Martin |
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4cd603c
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Men come to sex hoping that it will provide them with all of the emotional satisfaction that would have come from love. Most men think that sex will provide them with a sense of being alive, connected, that sex will offer closeness, intimacy, pleasure. And more often than not sex simply does not deliver the goods. This fact does not lead men to cease obsessing about sex; it intensifies their lust and their longing.
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feminism
feminist
feminist-quotes
love
lust
masculinity
porn
sex
sexuality
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bell hooks |
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4d9a672
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Here I stand on the brink of war again, a citizen of no place, no time, no country but my own . . . and that a land lapped by no sea but blood, bordered only by the outlines of a face long-loved.
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james-fraser
love
lyrical
time
uncertainty
war
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Diana Gabaldon |
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8237e04
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The worst part is the unknown. The pain of being alone, the loneliness, is familiar. You've dealt with that. You understand it. But loving someone, risking everything, is unknown. There's no way to know how bad it's going to be. You barely survive the pain of being alone, so how can you deal with anything worse? So you don't bother to try.
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love
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Susan Mallery |
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4e73586
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Already, I seemed to feel my intellect deteriorating, my heart petrifying, my soul contracting; and I trembled lest my very moral perceptions should become deadened, my distinctions of right and wrong confounded, and all my better faculties be sunk, at last, beneath the baneful influence of such a mode of life. The gross vapors of earth were gathering around me, and closing in upon my inward heaven; and thus it was that Mr. Weston rose at length upon me, appearing like the morning star in my horizon, to save me from the fear of utter darkness; and I rejoiced that I now had a subject for contemplation that was above me, not beneath.
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friendship
intelligence
love
relief
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Anne Brontë |
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4ec5291
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Listening, it occurred to Randall that the love people feel for animals is the purest form of love. Loving an animal, a horse, cat, or dog, was always a romantic tragedy. It meant loving something that would die before you. Like that movie with Ali McGraw. There was no future, just the affection of the present moment. You didn't expect a big payoff, someday.
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love
tragedy
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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a0da9f2
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El poder, el tiempo, la gravedad, el amor. Las fuerzas que de verdad mueven el cotarro son invisibles.
|
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español
invisible
love
poder
power
spanish
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David Mitchell |
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a095135
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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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a074617
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disappointment had to be postponed, hope kept alive as long as possible;
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hope
love
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Graham Greene |
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87914a8
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But the truth is that there is no more conscious inconsistency between the humility of a Christian and the rapacity of a Christian than there is between the humility of a lover and the rapacity of a lover. The truth is that there are no things for which men will make such herculean efforts as the things of which they know they are unworthy. There never was a man in love who did not declare that, if he strained every nerve to breaking, he was going to have his desire. And there never was a man in love who did not declare also that he ought not to have it.
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catholicism
chesterton
christian
christianity
desire
humility
love
lovers
unworthy
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G.K. Chesterton |
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a043896
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You don't have to want to be in a relationship for a little bow-chicka-bow-wow.
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life
love
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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51b7ba8
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She was sewing together the little proofs of his devotion out of which to make a garment for her tattered love and faith. He cut into the faith with negligent scissors, and she mended and sewed and rewove and patched. He wasted, and threw away, and could not evaluate or preserve, or contain, or keep his treasures. Like his ever torn pockets, everything slipped through and was lost, as he lost gifts, mementos--all the objects from the past. She sewed his pockets that he might keep some of their days together, hold together the key to the house, to their room, to their bed. She sewed the sleeve so he could reach out his arm and hold her, when loneliness dissolved her. She sewed the lining so that the warmth would not seep out of their days together, the soft inner skin of their relationship.
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love
relationships
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Anaïs Nin |
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51ed811
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Love them that hate you, but you can't love those you hate.
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love
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Leo Tolstoy |
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91a162c
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"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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6cbfd3c
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What makes a treasure a treasure is how rare a find it is, when you need it the most.
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love
romance
romance-novel
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Jodi Picoult |
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6bb3ea1
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The Source of all things, the luminescence, has more forms than heaven's stars, sure. And one good thought is all it takes to make it shine. But a single mistake can burn down a forest in your heart, hiding all the stars, in all the skies. And while a mistake's still burning, ruined love or lost faith can make you think you're done, and you can't go on. But it's not true. It's never true. No matter what you do, no matter where you're lost, the luminescence never leaves you. Any good thing that dies inside can rise again, if you want it hard enough. The heart doesn't know how to quit, because it doesn't know how to lie. You lift your eyes from the page, fall into the smile of a perfect stranger, and the searching starts all over again. It's not what it was. It's always different. It's always something else. But the new forest that grows back in a scarred heart is sometimes wilder and stronger than it was before the fire. And if you stay there, in that shine within yourself, that new place for the light, forgiving everything and never giving up, sooner or later you'll always find yourself right back there where love and beauty made the world: at the beginning. The beginning. The beginning.
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life
love
luminescence
mumbai
night
shantaram
stars
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Gregory David Roberts |
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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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92b71a8
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I believe that there is one story in the world, and only one, that has frightened and inspired us, so that we live in a Pearl White serial of continuing thought and wonder. Humans are caught--in their lives, in their thoughts, in their hungers and ambitions, in their avarice and cruelty, and in their kindness and generosity too--in a net of good and evil. I think this is the only story we have and that it occurs on all levels of feeling and intelligence. Virtue and vice were warp and woof of our first consciousness, and they will be the fabric of our last, and this despite any changes we may impose on field and river and mountain, on economy and manners. There is no other story. A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will have left only the hard, clean questions: Was it good or was it evil? Have I done well--or ill? [...] In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men want to be good and want to be loved. Indeed, most of their vices are attempted short cuts to love. When a man comes to die, no matter what his talents and influence and genius, if he dies unloved his life must be a failure to him and his dying a cold horror. It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world. We have only one story. All novels, all poetry, are built on the never-ending contest in ourselves of good and evil. And it occurs to me that evil must constantly respawn, while good, while virtue, is immortal. Vice has always a new fresh young face, while virtue is venerable as nothing else in the world is.
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humanity
love
vice
virtue
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John Steinbeck |
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5583a28
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When a man knows somebody cares he keeps some small place, a corner maybe of his soul clean and lit.
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love
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Bryce Courtenay |
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"When Laurie said 'Good-by', he whispered significantly, "It won't do a bit of good, Jo. My eye is on you; so mind what you do, or I'll come and bring you home."
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jo-march
love
teddy
theodore-laurence
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Louisa May Alcott |
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59f9e28
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As awful as he could be, I always knew he loved me in a way no one else ever had.
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life
love
sadness
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Jeannette Walls |
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9ad4a7c
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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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9a8d877
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j fy bdy@ sfr ltkwyn 'n llh khlq lnsn wj`lh ytslT `l~ lTywr wl'smk wlmshy@. bTby`@ lHl, lHq fy sfk dm 'yWlin 'w bqr@ hw lshy lwHyd ldhy tfqt `lyh lnsny@ jm` btakhin Ht~ khll lHrwb l'kthr dmwy@. qd ybdw ln hdh lHq bdyhyan l'nn n`tbr 'nfsn fy qm@ lslm. wlkn ykfy 'n ytdkhl shkhS shkhS thlth fy ll`b@, zy'r atin mthlan mn kwkb akhr wqd 'mrh llh: <>, ftSbH `ndy'dh bdh@ ltkwyn mwD` shk fy lHl
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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9da13af
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"Wolves are brotherly," he said. "They love each other, and if you learn to speak to them, they will love you too."
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family
love
wolves
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Jean Craighead George |
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99e1c45
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He had wished me well in finding my own fate to follow, and I never doubted his sincerity. But it had taken me years to accept that his absence in my life was a deliberate finality, an act he had chosen, a thing completed even as some part of my soul still dangled, waiting for his return. That, I think, is the shock of any relationship ending. It is realizing that what is still an ongoing relationship to someone is, for the other person, something finished and done with.
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choose
connection
depart
done
final
finish
friendship
leave
love
over
pain
part-ways
relationship
return
separate
sever
soul
wait
well
wish
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Robin Hobb |
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6239dea
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I knew then what I had done. I had killed a man. I had killed a man to get a woman. I had put myself in her power, so there was one person in the world that could point a a finger at me, and I would have to die. I had done all that for her, and I never want to see her again as long as I lived. That's all it takes, one drop of fear, to curdle love into hate.
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hate
love
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James M. Cain |
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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 |
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6181217
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Love should not make us blind to faults, nor familiarity make us too ready to blame the shortcomings we see.
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louisa-may-alcott
love
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Louisa May Alcott |
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98efd39
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Billie laughed at that, full and throaty, and once again she became so incandescently beautiful that George was half-tempted to throw a blanket over her, just to stop anyone else from wanting her.
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hide
jealousy
laugh
love
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Julia Quinn |
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98b5d7b
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I think of that, too: her mind. Her brain, all those coils, and her thoughts shuttling through those coils like fast, frantic centipedes. Like a child, I picture opening her skull, unspooling her brain and sifting through it, trying to catch and pin down her thoughts. What are you thinking, Amy?
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centipedes
gone-girl
love
over-thinking
relationships
the-mind
the-unknown
thinking-process
thoughts
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Gillian Flynn |
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5f8c42d
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After the gratifications of brutish appetites are past, the greatest pleasure then is to get rid of that which entertained it.
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battle-of-the-sexes
don-quixote
dorothea
humor
life
love
lust
pleasure
sex
truth
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Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra |
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986fdeb
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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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fce7b3a
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I love you, Godric St. John, and now I'm breaking my word. I will not leave you. You may either come with me to Laurelwood or I'll stay here with you in your musty old house in London and drive you mad with all my talking and relatives and... and exotic sexual positions until you break down and love me back, for I'm warning you that I'm not giving up until you love me and we're a happy family with dozens of children.
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love
megs
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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0677bd8
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Apparently he thought he deserved only to be loved--from a distance, though--and given what he wanted. And in return he would be . . . what? Pleasant? Generous? Maybe all he was really saying was: I am not responsible for your pain; share your happiness with me but not your unhappiness.
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happiness
love
pain
relationship
sincerity
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Toni Morrison |
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fc29840
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For years I lived my life suspended, trapped by the past, unable to move into the future. Like every wounded child I just wanted to turn back time and be in that paradise again, in that moment of remembered rapture where I felt loved, where I felt a sense of belonging. We can never go back. I know that now. We can go forward .We can find the love our hearts long for, but not until we let go grief about the love we lost long ago, when we were little and had no voice to speak the heart's longing. All the years of my life I thought I was searching for love I found, retrospectively, to be years where I was simply trying to recover what had been lost, to return to the first home, to get back the rapture of our first love. I was not really ready to love or be loved in the present. I was still mourning--clinging to the broken heart of girlhood, to broken connections. When that mourning ceased I was able to love again.
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love
past
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bell hooks |
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fd27c10
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Shug Avery sat up in bed a little today. I wash and comb out her hair. She got the nottiest, shortest, kinkiest hair I ever saw, and I loves every strand of it.
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afro-hair
love
romance
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Alice Walker |
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0a511fe
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Later that summer, as rain fell, such a moment shimmered and paused on the brink, and then began the ancient dance of numbers: two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, and a new life took root and began to grow. And thus the generations past were joined to the unknowable future.
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birth
family
love
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Mary Doria Russell |
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895117c
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...For active love is a harsh and fearful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams thirsts for immediate action, quickly performed, and with everyone watching. Indeed, it will go as far as the giving even of one's life, provided it does not take long but is soon over, as on stage, and everyone is looking on and praising. Whereas active love is labor and perseverance, and for some people, perhaps, a whole science.
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love
science
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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6648b70
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"At Night on the High Seas At night, when the sea cradles me And the pale star gleam Lies down on its broad waves, Then I free myself wholly From all activity and all the love And stand silent and breathe purely, Alone, alone cradled by the sea That lies there, cold and silent, with a thousand lights. Then I have to think of my friends And my gaze sinks into their eyes, And I ask each one, silent and alone: "Are you still mine? Is my sorrow a sorrow to you, my death a death? Do you feel from my love, my grief, Just a breath, just an echo?" And the sea peacefully gazes back, silent,
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grief
hermann-hesse
love
poetry
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Hermann Hesse |
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079b2be
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Anyone who urgently needs us deserves, in the true book of love, to be our friend.
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empathy
friendship
love
support
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Alain de Botton |
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57589f1
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Love is as strong as death.
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love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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fd29d87
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Just what the doctor ordered, he says. A bottle of lemonade, a hard-boiled egg, and Thou.
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love
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Margaret Atwood |
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00f8089
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The entire room turns and stares. There's no doubt what they see--ripped jeans, a black T-shirt, tattoos and earrings. I don't care what they see. All I care about is what she sees: a person unwelcomed or the guy she loves. A tear flows down her face, and the hand wrapped at her waist tells me she's paralyzed. In a long gold ball gown that's more skirt than dress, Rachel is truly the angel I believe her to be. A man in a tuxedo stands. I stride between the tables, keeping my eyes locked with hers. The closer I get, the more she straightens. Her hand falls from her stomach, and the tear clears from her face. Rachel gazes at me as if I'm a dream. I extend my hand, palm out. Her blue eyes lose their glaze, and the hue of violet I love so much returns.
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appearance
help
isaiah
love
rachel-young
stare
tears
unwelcome
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Katie McGarry |
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08bae65
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Love is like the lion's tooth.
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love
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Emily St. John Mandel |
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6056bb3
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علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
حب
جنس
اجتماع
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
love
milan-kundera
ميلان-كونديرا
neitzsche
novel
نيتشه
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
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ميلان كونديرا |
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02f652f
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"Is he really so wonderful, this Westley of yours?" "Not so much wonderful as perfect," she replied. "Kind of flawless. More or less magnificent. Without blemish. Rather on the ideal side."
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love
romance
young-love
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William Goldman |
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750449d
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"We're not peculiar." "Oh, yes, you are. Don't you realize that in my world my parents are peculiar because they'd never been divorced? Basically because it would have been too much trouble. But you live in a world where not only are your parents not divorced, they appear to love each other"
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love
peculiar
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Madeleine L'Engle |