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cb5140f
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I just wished to know if you mean to marry the girl. Spite of what you said of her lightness, I ha' known her long enough to be sure she'll make a noble wife for any one, let him be what he may; and I mean to stand by her like a brother; and if you mean rightly, you'll not think the worse on me for what I've now said; and if--but no, I'll not say what I'll do to the man who wrongs a hair of her head. He shall rue it to the longest day he lives, that's all. Now, sir, what I ask of you is this. If you mean fair and honourable by her, well and good: but if not, for your own sake as well as hers, leave her alone, and never speak to her more.
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jem
love
protectiveness
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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98f7481
|
Every man wants love, if he can get past the fear of exposure.
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love
love-quotes
love-story
romance
|
Barbara Delinsky |
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ce8bba9
|
The lift of her heart she'd felt on the outcrop she now felt again, and it wasn't just love. She'd felt love before, known its depths when her mother died. This was something rarer. Happiness, Laurel thought, that must be what this is.
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love
|
Ron Rash |
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4968b6d
|
I want to see you. I feel more and more at with you now actually than ever before, I feel you more, actually more clarity, more confidence, more trust.
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|
feeling-at-home
jack-kerouac
longing-for-love
longing-for-someone
love
love-quotes
|
Allen Ginsberg |
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c638206
|
Your ultimate goal for marriage is that both of you--as husband and wife--commit to keep growing spiritually.
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|
christian
faithfulness
goal
god
grow
husband
life
love
marriage
married
spiritual
ultimate
wife
|
Elizabeth George |
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4b1c02b
|
We must pay a price if we are to become priceless.
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|
christian
cost
eyes
faith
gem
god
love
pay
price
priceless
|
Elizabeth George |
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0d5fd35
|
I also believe that parents, if they love you, will hold you up safely, above their swirling waters, and sometimes that means you'll never know what they endured, and you may treat them unkindly, in a way you otherwise wouldn't. But there's a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
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|
for-one-more-day
love
mitch-albom
mother
parents
|
Mitch Albom |
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2eb4e22
|
You can love completely without complete understanding.
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love
|
Norman MacLean |
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4edf46c
|
"If you push me far enough, all I really know is that he was a fine fisherman." "You know more than that," my father said. "He was beautiful."
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love
|
Norman Maclean |
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ecd5724
|
It is a strange and wonderful and somewhat embarrassing feeling to hold someone in your arms who is trying to detach you from the earth and you aren't good enough to follow her.
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love
|
Norman Maclean |
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c3da266
|
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away.
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love
|
Louis de Bernières |
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ca42393
|
He knew that his father had finally run hard enough and long enough to wear down the frontiers between the worlds, he had run clear out of his skin and into the arms of his wife, to whom he had proved, once and for all, the superiority of his love. Some migrants are happy to depart.
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|
love
|
Salman Rushdie |
|
404acde
|
You can't buy what you want. It all comes as a gift.
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|
love
|
Diane Mott Davidson |
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18d48da
|
He's changing. Every day more remote, protected, distant. He builds fests now for the soulmate he hasn't found, bricking wall and maze and mountain fortress, dares her to find him at the hidden center of them all Here's an A in self-protection from the one in the world he might love and who might someday love him.
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love
|
Richard Bach |
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a895ae9
|
Once you've done it with him, he won't abandon you. If he really loves you, if he's a man with a heart, he'll follow you wherever you go. If he doesn't, he isn't the man you want, is he?
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love
love-quotes
|
Ha Jin |
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6a4b7fc
|
Oh, how hard it is to understand the hearts of girls and women. When they are not the most timid of creatures, they are the bravest. Reason has no part in their lives.
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|
love
reasoning
strength-of-females
women
|
Jules Verne |
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ab21544
|
Nao e so a voz do sangue que nao precisa de olhos, o amor, que dizem ser cego, tambem tem a sua palavra a dizer
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|
blindness
ensaio-sobre-a-cegueira
josé-saramago
love
saramago
|
José Saramago |
|
4d82755
|
There are too many fault lines to count now.
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|
fault-lines
life
love
nicholas-sparks
|
Nicholas Sparks |
|
b86aa22
|
I take a nap after supper and dream of the U.S. Navy, a ship anchored near a war scene, at an island, but everything is drowsy as two sailors go up the trail with fishing poles and a dog between them to go make love quietly in the hills: the captain and everybody know they're queer and rather than being infuriated however they're all drowsily enchanted by such gentle love... (p. 119)
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|
love
lovebia
u-s-navy
|
Jack Kerouac |
|
f3055b0
|
And if there is one last thing I would have you know before we reach these final pages, it's that sometimes, no matter how hard we try, no matter how hard we want it to be so, sometimes there is no such a thing as happy ending. This is my ending. This is how i burn.
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|
fantasy-fiction
love
tragic
tragic-love-story
|
T.J. Klune |
|
9508ba4
|
There was one slight, desperate chance, and that I decided I must take--it was for Dejah Thoris, and no man has lived who would not risk a thousand deaths for such as she.
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|
barsoom
dejah-thoris
john-carter
love
romance
romantic
sacrifice
|
Edgar Rice Burroughs |
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f2d82ef
|
And so, in silence, we walked the surface of a dying world, but in the breast of one of us at least had been born that which is ever oldest, yet ever new. I loved Dejah Thoris. The touch of my arm upon her naked shoulder had spoken to me in words I would not mistake, and I knew that I had loved her since the first moment my eyes had met hers that first time in the plaza of the dead city of Korad.
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|
dejah-thoris
edgar-rice-burroughs
falling-in-love
in-love
john-carter
love
love-quotes
romance
romantic
romantic-quotes
|
Edgar Rice Burroughs |
|
35b4f72
|
If you don't feel loved maybe the outward trappings like weddings and wedding rings become important? (Page 567)
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love
security
|
Laurell K. Hamilton |
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b2a443d
|
I've never fully understood how Christianity became quite so tame and respectable, given its origins among drunkards, prostitutes, and tax collectors....Jesus could have hung out in the high-end religious scene of his day, but instead he scoffed at all that, choosing instead to laugh at the powerful, befriend whores, kiss sinners, and eat with all the wrong people. He spent his time with people for whom life was not easy. And there, amid those who were suffering, he was the embodiment of perfect love.
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|
christian
christianity
faith
inspriational
jesus
love
|
Nadia Bolz-Weber |
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f75eb5d
|
Fear not, brothers and sisters, God, who is full of grace and abounding in steadfast love, meets us in our sin and transforms us for God's glory and the healing of God's world. In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, your sins are forgiven, be now at peace.
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|
father
god
grace
holy-spirit
love
religion
sin
son
|
Nadia Bolz-Weber |
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109a3ea
|
It is two A.M., and you are tired. You miss the love of your life. You want to go home. You would rather be with her, in bed, hearing the light buzz of her snoring, watching her sleep, than be here. [...] You imagine a world where the two of you can go out to dinner together on a Saturday night and no one thinks twice about it. It makes you want to cry, the simplicity of it, the smallness of it. You have worked so hard for a life so grand. And now all you want are the smallest freedoms. The daily peace of loving plainly.
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|
love
peace
|
Taylor Jenkins Reid |
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235a3fd
|
Your imaginary friend isn't the problem, Amanda. The problem is that you don't seem to have any real friends.
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|
death
fantasy
friendship
imaginary-friend
imagination
love
psychiatry
real
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
8eff2f8
|
And nevertheless, when they watched him leave the house, this man they themselves had urged to conquer the world, then they were the ones left with the terror that he would never return. That was their life. Love, if it existed, was something separate: another life.
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love
marriage
|
Gabriel García Márquez |
|
9bd65b9
|
You are the happy one. I am the doomed fool.
|
|
fool
happiness
love
|
Don DeLillo |
|
8131fc0
|
Her hair looked like her hair in the dream and her eyes looked like her eyes in the dream, and as for her body, he couldn't tell, she was wearing a mumu.
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|
dreams
love
obesity
|
George Saunders |
|
5d5d94d
|
Elegir estar contigo no es una dificil decision Jacqueline... Es facil, increiblemente facil.
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|
easy
love
lucas-maxfield
|
Tammara Webber |
|
f1166cc
|
That was how I met her, in a bar in Saint-Germain-des-Pres, she was drinking and watching, and that was why I liked her, I thought she would be fun to have fun with.
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|
drink
fun
girl
love
meet
|
James Baldwin |
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469c792
|
Sometimes, when he was not near me, I thought, I will never let him 'Touch' me again. Then, when he 'Touched' me, I thought, it doesn't matter, it is only the body, it will soon be over. When it was over, I lay in the dark and listened to his breathing and dreamed of the 'Touch' of hands, of Giovanni's hands, or anybody's hands, hands which would have the power to crush me and make me whole again.
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|
crush
feelings
homosexual
love
sex
touch
|
James Baldwin |
|
4f07c40
|
Love gives insight, Maggie, and insight often gives foreboding. Listen to me, let me supply you with books; do let me see you sometimes, be your brother and teacher, as you said at Lorton. It is less wrong that you should see me than that you should be committing this long suicide.
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|
bookish
caring
compassion
foreboding
gentleman
insight
love
suicide
wrong
|
George Eliot |
|
55afa62
|
He was dimly angry with himself, he did not know why. It was that he had struck his wife. He had forgotten it, but was miserable about it, notwithstanding. And this misery was the voice of the great Love that had made him and his wife and the baby and Diamond, speaking in his heart, and telling him to be good. For that great Love speaks in the most wretched and dirty hearts; only the tone of its voice depends on the echoes of the place in which it sounds. On Mount Sinai, it was thunder; in the cabman's heart it was misery; in the soul of St John it was perfect blessedness.
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|
heart
love
misery
thunder
voice
|
George MacDonald |
|
8c92412
|
God's will isn't hidden away like the myths and philosophies and knowledge of the world. Jesus told us openly and daily what his will for us is. Love one another.
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|
jesus
knowledge
love
myths
philosophies
|
Francine Rivers |
|
ab30fc7
|
Oh, how good it is to be with someone, sometimes.
|
|
content
couple
happiness
hiroshima-mon-amour
loneliness
longing-for-love
love
marguerite-duras
|
Marguerite Duras |
|
82b6171
|
Only later during her prayers had it come to her how cunning Satan could be. Her love for Marcus could become a tool against her, for when her heart and mind were on Marcus, Julia lay forgotten. Nothing must distract her from her mission here. And no one.
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|
love
|
Francine Rivers |
|
9baae5d
|
Love is profoundly political. Our deepest revolution will come when we understand this truth.
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|
love
|
bell hooks |
|
0c9bad6
|
To be a Christian - a follower of Jesus Christ - is to love wisdom, love justice, and love freedom.
|
|
christian
freedom
justice
love
spirituality
wisdom
|
Cornel West |
|
a69eb7b
|
"And what do you believe?" A slow smile spread over his face. "I believe in you. You are my new beginning."
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|
believe
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
fa766e2
|
Did you feel that?' I asked him. He smiled sadly. 'Fitz, I have never needed to touch you to feel that. It was always there. No limits.
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|
love
no-limits
|
Robin Hobb |
|
895117c
|
...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
|
Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
|
1278e5c
|
To sate your need without love is theft
|
|
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
4a5a76d
|
...it's strange, isn't it, how you don't know how big a part of you someone is until they're threatened? And then you think you can't possibly go on if something happens to them, but the most frightening part is that, actually, you will go on, you'll have to go on, with them or without them. There's just no telling what you'll become
|
|
change
danger
fear
heart
love
outcome
realization
realize
result
risk
see
soul
threaten
truth
understand
worry
|
Robin Hobb |
|
c511c04
|
Those were some astounding lies, cub. And the very last one the most inspired of all. You have your father's talent for it.
|
|
cub
fitz
fool
lies
love
nighteyes
|
Robin Hobb |
|
bfba2b0
|
I once knew of a minstrel who bragged of having had a thousand women, one time each. He would never know what I knew, that to have one woman a thousand times, and each time find in her a different delight, is far better. I knew now what gleamed in the eyes of old couples when they stared at each other across a room...My familiarity with her was a more potent love elixir than any potion sold by a hedge-witch in the market.
|
|
change
charm
delight
discover
elixir
familiar
find
know
knowledge
love
man
men
minstrel
playboy
potion
sincere
sincerity
time
true
truth
woman
women
|
Robin Hobb |
|
4e2d456
|
WILDE: Oh -- Bosie! (He weeps.) I have to go back to him, you know. Robbie will be furious but it can't be helped. The betrayal of one's friends is a bagatelle in the stakes of love, but the betrayal of oneself is a lifelong regret. Bosie is what became of me. He is spoiled, vindictive, utterly selfish and not very talented, but these are merely the facts. The truth is he was Hyacinth when Apollo loved him, he is ivory and gold, from his red rose-leaf lips comes music that fills me with joy, he is the only one who understands me. 'Even as a teething child throbs with ferment, so does the soul of him who gazes upon the boy's beauty; he can neither sleep at night nor keep still by day,' and a lot more besides, but before Plato could describe love, the loved one had to be invented. We would never love anybody if we could see past our invention. Bosie is my creation, my poem. In the mirror of invention, love discovered itself. Then we saw what we had made -- the piece of ice in the fist you cannot hold or let go. (He weeps.)
|
|
classics
love
oscar-wilde
robbie-ross
victorians
writing
|
Tom Stoppard |
|
3492669
|
I lied!' I spat my whisper at him. 'I knew you read my journal. I knew you read my dreams. I wrote there what I thought would hurt you most! I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me!' I took a breath. 'He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!
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|
love
revelation
sadness
truth
|
Robin Hobb |
|
0a511fe
|
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.
|
|
birth
family
love
|
Mary Doria Russell |
|
3aaaafd
|
I had learned how it felt to want more than the sweet touch of hand to cheek or lips to palm, more than a kiss, more than an embrace. I was starting to discover that it is not only the mind that understands love, but also the body.
|
|
kiss
love
sweet
|
Juliet Marillier |
|
e356281
|
The shock caused by the fall of a careless word displaces that against which it strikes. At times it happens, without our knowing why, that because we have received an almost imperceptible blow from a chance word, the heart insensibly empties itself of love. He who loves, perceives a decline in his happiness. There is nothing more to be dreaded than this slow exudation from the fissure in the vase.
|
|
love
|
Victor Hugo |
|
fdad564
|
All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings. We lack air and we stifle. Then we die. To die for lack of love is horrible. Suffocation of the soul.
|
|
love
stiffle
suffocation
|
Victor Hugo |
|
49d7600
|
If no one loved, the sun would go out.
|
|
les-misérables
love
sun
|
Victor Hugo |
|
7b99d9f
|
Well, that was the end of me, the real end. Two pound ten every Tuesday and a room of the Gray's Inn Road. Saved, rescued and with my place to hide in - what more did I want? I crept in and hid. The lid of the coffin shut down with a bang. Now I no longer wish to be loved, beautiful, happy or successful. I want one thing and one thing only - to be left alone. No more pawings, no more pryings - leave me alone.
|
|
beautiful
coffin
end
happy
hide
left-alone
love
rescued
room
saved
successful
wish
|
Jean Rhys |
|
2c9d5c1
|
But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each other, want to get divorced and yet go on living together, it usually ends in that terrible hell that drives them to drink, makes them shoot themselves, kill and poison each other
|
|
love
marriage
murder
problems
|
Leo Tolstoy |
|
f3cc1e7
|
Love them that hate you, but you can't love them whom you hate.
|
|
love
relationships
|
Leo Tolstoy |
|
edd2159
|
One may deal with things without love...but you cannot deal with men without it...It cannot be otherwise, because natural love is the fundamental law of human life.
|
|
life
love
mankind
natural-laws
|
Leo Tolstoy |
|
7d88103
|
"Time to hunt?" Cattie-brie cried, satisfied that she had gotten her point across. She rose beside Wulfgar and headed for the door, but she turned her head over her shoulder to face Drizzt one final time, giving him a look that told him that perhaps he should have asked for more from Cattie-brie back in Icewind Dale, before Wulfgar had entered her life."
|
|
love
missed-opportunities
|
R.A. Salvatore |
|
7deb38b
|
Maybe she was a wallflower. There was no shame in that. Especially not if one enjoyed being a wallflower.
|
|
julia-quinn
love
pride
sir-richard
wallflower
|
Julia Quinn |
|
c399d5f
|
I'm home'', he said against her skin, and she realized it was the truth. ''I'm home, too''.
|
|
love
|
Julia Quinn |
|
41751b7
|
"Would you care to dance?" he blurted. "Now?" She smiled adorably. "Is there music?" There wasn't. It was some testament to how foolish in love he'd become that he did not even feel embarrassed."
|
|
embarrassed
foolish
love
music
|
Julia Quinn |
|
e517f21
|
"Grigsby had looked at him askance. "Why is it," he said, "that I have the distinct impression you're not surprised by this news?" 'Surprised by the fact that the reverend is first and foremost a human being? Surprised by the fact that every human being, reverend or ribald, can be undone by capricious circumstances? Or should I be surprised by the fact that a man who teaches love and forgiveness can love and forgive? Tell me, Marmy, exactly what it is I should be surprised at?"
|
|
love
|
Robert R. McCammon |
|
cc2cce5
|
I love you too, but my time with you has passed.
|
|
goodbye
love
relationship
time
|
Garth Nix |
|
3ddf25a
|
No one has ever done this before. No one has ever been you before. This exact interrelated web of people and events and places and memories and desire and love that is your life hasn't ever existed in the history of the Universe. Welcome to a truly unique phenomenon. Welcome to your life. I want you to be here. Welcome to here.
|
|
desire
love
presence
present-moment
self
self-awareness
unique
|
Rob Bell |
|
f07c15a
|
It's all--let's use a very specific word here--miraculous. You, me, love, quarks, sex, chocolate, the speed of light--it's all miraculous, and it always has been.
|
|
love
miracles
quarks
religion
|
Rob Bell |
|
649cf92
|
Love is so easily bruised by the necessity of making choices.
|
|
love
|
Susan Vreeland |
|
4f25079
|
The cracks in your heart are there so the light can shine through.
|
|
heart
heartache
light
love
|
Elizabeth Noble |
|
9ec4ed2
|
That's the best thing I can think of. Having a good hold on your arse always makes me feel steady.
|
|
best-thing
comfort
jamie-fraser
love
|
Diana Gabaldon |
|
2a317c0
|
"Listen to yourself. Poor martyred Louisa. I predict that Fellows will solve this murder and then sweep you off your feet." Daniel shrugged. "Well, the sweeping-you-off-your-feet part might take a little nudge. But he wants to do it. It's a beautiful thing to watch the way he looks at you. Fellows glared at Gil tonight as though he wanted to find a claymore, learn how to use it, and finish him off. Or just pull out a pistol and shoot him."
|
|
jealousy
louisa
love
|
Jennifer Ashley |
|
db9270c
|
"I refuse to let him hire a princess in disguise who's hoping to sneak into the next ball wearing a dress as shining as the stars so that Daystar will fall in love with her. Princesses are very persuasive, but most of them aren't much use in the kitchen." Daystar blinked. "But Mother, we hardly ever have balls. And I really don't think I'd fall in love with someone just because she was wearing a fancy dress." "Try and convince a princess of that."
|
|
enchanted-forest
humor
love
princess
|
Patricia C. Wrede |
|
cf52ad1
|
There are things without explanation, moments when life will become arranged in such odd ways that you imagine a whole vocabulary of meaning inside them. The breakfast smell struck me like that.
|
|
love
memories
|
Sue Monk Kidd |
|
910fd11
|
He is not a punishing God, Lizzy. That is the mistake most people make, thinking He sits with an account book and a big fist, waiting to punish us. He is not a wrathful God but a loving God who made each of us and loved us since we were in our mother's womb
|
|
faith
god
love
purpose
|
Ann Rinaldi |
|
f6b3bea
|
He would love her if she were a wolf that tore out his heart. And he wondered what that said about love.
|
|
love
|
Jeanette Winterson |
|
9b87711
|
A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.
|
|
heartbreak
love
|
Meljean Brook |
|
5ff2afb
|
And what agony, thought Krug the thinker, to love so madly a little creature, formed in some mysterious fashion (even more mysterious to us than it had been to the very first thinkers in their pale olive gloves) by the fusion of two mysteries, or rather two sets of a trillion of mysteries each; formed by a fusion which is, at the same time, a matter of choice and a matter of chance and a matter of pure enchantment; thus formed and then permitted to accumulate trillions of its own mysteries; the whole suffused with consciousness, which is the only real thing in the world and the greatest mystery of all.
|
|
child
consciousness
love
|
Vladimir Nabokov |
|
3c53eee
|
Isn't that what true romance is supposed to be about? Finding the person who's your soul mate. Someone you dream about at night. Someone whose name is on your lips when you wake up in the morning.
|
|
love
romance
young-adult
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
eab1b6e
|
Neither of us, it turns out, has been the only one who lost someone she loved.
|
|
love
|
Jodi Picoult |
|
1781437
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"You're right." A wicked little grin tugged at his lips. "I think we should celebrate." Pausing, he waggled his brows at me. "We have fifty minutes now. I only need, like, five of them." "Oh my God," I laughed, shoving at his shoulders. "You're terrible." "I'm not terrible." His eyes met mine, and the flutter was back, deeper and more dizzying. "I'm in love." Oh, gosh. My heart swelled like a balloon, and all I could do was stare at him for several seconds before I managed to whisper, "I love you, too." "I know." Rider lowered his mouth to mine, and the kiss scattered my thoughts."
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i-love-you
in-love
kiss
love
mallory-dodge
rider-stark
terrible
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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a5356ec
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You don't apologise,' (Deacon) said, pressing a kiss to my greasy head, unlocking best friend status.
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best-friend
cute
love
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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414f233
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"Well," he said slowly, "sometimes there's a passion that comes in its springtime to ill fate or death. And because it ends in its beauty, it's what the harpers sing of and the poets make stories of: the love that escapes the years.... "All or nothing, the true lover says, and that's the truth of it. My love will never die, he says. He claims eternity. And rightly. How can it die when it's life itself? What do we know of eternity but the glimpse we get of it when we enter in that bond?"
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love
lovers
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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528db5f
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But vilifying those we love always alienates us from them to a certain extent. Idols should not be touched: the gilding comes off on the hands.
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classics
idols
love
relationships
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Gustave Flaubert |
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a67afa9
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They all had their own struggles and stories to tell and they al made it to this point, happy and in love.
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happiness
happy
love
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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ca0bde8
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I thought I was going to lose you before...before I had you.
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katy
katy-and-daemon
love
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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f6c55e1
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Occasionally someone or other got donked on the head by Cupid's arrow, and laughed, saying it's 'a definite sign', that 'it had to mean something'. One guy grabbed his girlfriend and lifted her up so that she was hit on the head by the arrow, and then said, 'There, now you've got no choice but to fall in love with me', and she laughed as he put her back down on the ground and kissed her mouth.
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love
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Gabrielle Williams |
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5edf350
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We are but phantoms, and the phantoms of phantoms, desires like cloud-shadows and wills of straw that eddy in the wind; the days pass, use and wont carry us through as a train carries the shadow of its lights - so be it! But one thing is real and certain, one thing is no dream-stuff, but eternal and enduring. It is the centre of my life, and all other things about it are subordinate or altogether vain. I loved her, that woman of a dream. And she and I are dead together!
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dream
love
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H.G. Wells |
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0ad3375
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Your voice, through the beelike hum, was remote and anxious. It kept sliding into the distance and vanishing. I spoke to you with tightly shut eyes, and felt like crying. My love for you was the throbbing, welling warmth of tears. That is exactly how I imagined paradise: silence and tears, and the warm silk of your knees. This you could not comprehend.
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love
paradise
vladimir-nabokov
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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83f02ae
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Mrs. Jo did not mean the measles, but that more serious malady called love, which is apt to ravage communities, spring and autumn, when winter gayety and summer idleness produce whole bouquets of engagements, and set young people to pairing off like the birds.
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louisa-may-alcott
love
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Louisa May Alcott |
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9d87f65
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"The wife's gotta know. You can't hook up like that for what looks like about six or seven years without the wife figuring it out. Unless she's another idiot. "I'm not an idiot." Smiling, Roarke continued to stroke. "I'll keep that in mind when I decide to have a long-term affair." "Yeah, you do that. They'll never find your body," she murmured, then dropped into sleep. His smiled warmed, and feeling well loved, he dropped off with her."
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funny-humor
love
marriage
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J.D. Robb |
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11da84b
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"Say what you said before again. The Irish thing. I want to say it back to you." He smiled. Took her hand. "You'll never pronounce it." "Yes, I will." Still smiling, he said it slowly, waited for her to fumble through. But her eyes stayed steady and serious as she brought his hand to her heart, laid hers on his, and repeated the words. She saw emotion move over his face. His heart leaped hard against her hand. "You undo me, Eve." He sat up, dropped his brow against hers. "Thank God for you," he murmured in a voice gone raw. "Thank God for you."
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irish
love
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J.D. Robb |
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7d3a183
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The man loves you with everything he has, everything he is. Eve, that means you can hurt him.
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love
marriage
roarke
romance
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J.D. Robb |
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d8d8f84
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Did she know, could she know what it meant to him when she turned to him, when she opened herself to him like this? In absolute trust. Her strength, her valor remained a constant wonder to him, as did her unrelenting determination to defend those who could no longer defend themselves. These moments, when she allowed her vulnerabilities, her doubts, her fears to tremble to the surface compelled him to take care. In these moments he could show her it wasn't just the warrior he loved, he treasured, but the woman, the whole of her. The dark and the light.
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love
roarke
romance
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J.D. Robb |
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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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bf8bc8b
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When something extraordinary shows up in your life in the middle of the night, you give it a name and make it the best home you can.
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extraordinary
home
inspirational
love
taking-chances
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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35655b4
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There is always an element of unreality, perhaps even of slight absurdity, about someone you love.
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love
unreality
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Anthony Powell |
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f814d55
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There was only greed for living and dread, and out of dread, out of stupid childish dread of the cold, of loneliness, of death, two people fled to one another, kissed, embraced, rubbed cheek to cheek, put leg to leg, cast new human beings into the world. That was how it was.
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klein-and-wagner
love
procreation
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Hermann Hesse |
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cff4bcf
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There I often walked along the shore, listened to the sea, and thought as I had done in my youth, with amazement and horror, about the sad and senseless confusion of life, that one could love in vain, that people who meant well toward each other should work out their destinies separately, each one going his own inexplicable way, and how each would like to help and draw close to the other and yet was unable to do so, as in troubled meaningless dreams.
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friendship
love
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Hermann Hesse |
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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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b4c6826
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Jis tavim geresis, ismoks tave mintinai.
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love
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Hermann Hesse |
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113e9b8
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This is what I find myself writing to myself on the page: I'm here. I love you. I don't care if you need to stay up crying all night long. I will stay with you. If you need the medication again, go ahead and take it - I will love you through that, as well. If you don't need the medication, I will love you, too. There's nothing you can ever do to lose my love. I will protect you until you die, and after your death I will still protect you. I am stronger than Depression and I am braver than Loneliness and nothing will ever exhaust me.
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love
self-esteem
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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3827b86
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As the light upon the leaves of trees, as the voice of clear waters, as the stars above the mists of the world, such was her glory and her loveliness; and in her face was a shining light.
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love
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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ea04963
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El amor consiste en una empatia ilimitada, surgida de lo que el corazon nos revela, que el otro es tan real como nosotros. Y por eso el amor, segun lo entiendo, siempre es concreto. Intentar amar a toda la humanidad puede ser una empresa loable, pero curiosamente se centra en uno mismo, en el bienestar moral y espiritual de uno mismo. Mientras que para amar a una persona concreta, e identificarse con sus esfuerzos y alegrias como si fueran propios, uno tiene que renunciar a una parte de si.
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love
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Jonathan Franzen |
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c7b19ea
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There are so many things we do not appreciate in our life until we recognize God's love for us in them.
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christian-living
christianity
love
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Stormie Omartian |
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e9ecb42
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I was dead unit you found me, though I breathed. I was sightless, though I could see. And then you came...and I was awakened.
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dead
inspirational
love
sightless
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J.R. Ward |
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be88ac2
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It's a physical sickness. Etienne. How much I love him. I Etienne. I love it when he cocks an eyebrow whenever I say something he finds clever or amusing. I love listening to his boots clomp across my bedroom ceiling. I love that the accent over his first name is called an acute accent, and that he a cute accent. I love that. I love sitting beside him in physics. Brushing against him during labs. His messy handwriting on our worksheets. I love handing him his backpack when class is over, because then my fingers smell like him for the next ten minutes. And when Amanda says something lame, and he seeks me out to exchange an eye roll -- I love that, too. I love his boyish laugh and his wrinkled shirts and his ridiculous knitted hat. I love his large brown eyes, and the way he bites his nails, and I love his hair so much I could die. There's only one thing I don't love about him.
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in-love
love
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Stephanie Perkins |
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3ee7d7c
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So by the time the morning came, Odysseus and I were indeed friends, as Odysseus had promised we would be. Or let me put it another way: I myself had developed friendly feelings towards him - more than that, loving and passionate ones - and he behaved as if he reciprocated them. Which is not quite the same thing.
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love
mythology
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Margaret Atwood |
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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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72f63fb
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Falling in love... how could he have made such light of it? Sneered even. As if it was trivial for us, a frill, a whim. It was, on the contrary, heavy going. It was the central thing, the way you understood yourself.
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love
understanding
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Margaret Atwood |
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c09efd0
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"You all right?" he said again. I didn't love him, I was far away from him, it was as though I was seeing him through a smeared window or glossy paper; he didn't belong here. But he existed, he deserved to be alive. I was wishing I could tell him how to change so he could get there, the place where I was. "Yes," I said. I touched him on the arm with my hand. My hand touched his arm. Hand touched arm. Language divides us into fragments, I wanted to be whole."
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love
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Margaret Atwood |
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2d32647
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Beneath the water, I can know her. She was fierce, uncompromising. When she loved, she loved deeply, passionately. She loved the blue-eyed water god. She owned him. His heart. But then she felt betrayal, she hated, and she was feared. Hate gave her power.
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love
water
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Rachel Cohn |
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1db1bc5
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He loved the way she smelled in the mornings; he liked to sniff at her shoulders or her throat.
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her-smell
like
liked
love
mornings
smelled
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Larry McMurtry |
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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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baf6f46
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Cricket tells a joke and turns to see if I'm laughing, if I think he's funny, and I want him to know that I do think he's funny, and I want him to know that I'm glad he's my friend, and I want him to know that he has the biggest heart of anyone I've ever known. And I want to press my palm against his chest to feel it beat, to prove he's really there. But we cannot touch.
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cricket-bell
lola-and-the-boy-next-door
lola-nolan
love
romance
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Stephanie Perkins |
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61861e3
|
When you learn to love and let yourself be loved, you come home to the hearth of your own spirit. You are warm and sheltered. Your are completely at one in the house of your own longing and belonging.
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hearth
home
house-of-belonging
longing
love
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John O'Donohue |
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57c0707
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David: And you think it can just evaporate? Even if at one time they loved one another? Marx: That's one of the sad truths of existence. Nothing in this world is permanent. Even the characters created by the great Shakespeare will, in millions of years, cease to exist--when the universe runs its course and the lights go out.
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love
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Woody Allen |
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0e47edd
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She couldn't believe how quickly life could change. How could she have known when she'd woken up that morning that today was the day she'd fall in love?
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life
love
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Cecily von Ziegesar |
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f8907be
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I am afraid that it will all be ruined. It is like stepping out into the darkness when one has a world of light and warmth behind one.
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love
warmth
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Mary Balogh |
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2af640a
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People do understand the language of the heart, you know, even if the head does not always comprehend it.
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love
passion
regency
regency-romance
romance
romantic
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Mary Balogh |
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6f283be
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They were different colors: the right one blue, the left green. And her face in the light of the candle on the table startled me at first, just as it had in the icy night air. After seeing it on the street, I was afraid I had only imagined it: a still, luminous face with a silvery sheen. Finely hewn, with a long, straight nose and a wide mouth, it was nearly identical to another face, which I had photographed years before. Not on a person, bu on the fragment of a frieze I found in some ruins near Verona, The frieze, which depicted a band of musicians, had once been shadowed beneath a cornice high on the temple of Mercury, god of magic. Belonging to one of the musicians, it was a riveting face - like a puzzle that could not be solved - which I had never found, or expected to find, on a living woman.
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faces
love
magic
reincarnation
verona
veronica
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Nicholas Christopher |
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60461e5
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"She was silent; the great wings almost stopped moving; only a delicate stirring seemed to keep them aloft. "Listen, then," Mrs. Whatsit said. The resonant voice rose and the words seemed to be all around them so that Meg felt that she could almost reach out and touch them: "Sing unto the Lord a new song, and His praise from the end of the earth, ye that go down to the sea, and all that there is therein; the isles, and the inhabitants thereof. Let the wilderness and the cities thereof lift their voice; let the inhabitants of the rock sing, let them shout from the top of the mountains. Let them give glory unto the Lord!"
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christ
god
love
worship
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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750449d
|
"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 |
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e471f6d
|
Thomas make it easy to cave to temptation with his golden - blond hair, muscle from head to toe and sexy brooding expression a few girls have written about in poems.
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brenna
love
thomas
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Katie McGarry |
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00f8089
|
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
|
Katie McGarry |
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44050f1
|
"Would you like to become my wife?" "Imbecile! What a question. It's my greatest dream!!!" --
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love
marriage
proposal
|
Marjane Satrapi |
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1401a41
|
I asked him what his work was. He answered that he devoted all his time to his political activities... He was undoubtedly busy with the diplomatic relations between his testicles and women's breast.
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iran
love
marriage
seperation
testicles
west
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Marjane Satrapi |
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8d68518
|
Tu sei un predestinato, Howard; il tuo cammino e tracciato nelle stelle, ed e fatto della stessa sostanza dell'oro di Tutankhamon. Io, invece, rappresento solo una tappa.
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love
tutankhamon
|
Christian Jacq |
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079b2be
|
Anyone who urgently needs us deserves, in the true book of love, to be our friend.
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|
empathy
friendship
love
support
|
Alain de Botton |
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57589f1
|
Love is as strong as death.
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love
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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a097e23
|
In the middle of the night, when Laila woke up thirsty, she found their hands still clamped together, in the white-knuckle, anxious way of children clutching balloon strings.
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love
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Khaled Hosseini |
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e71f579
|
Sometimes love is taken away unjustly, but not until the very end do you stop believing and then it is very bitter. It is bitter because somewhere within you the perfect standard still lives, the pure expectation against which failure and betrayal are contrasted like the dark shadows on a moonlit road.
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breakup-quotes
love
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Mark Helprin |
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64db181
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I think it takes some terrible or great event to fuse two people together without inhibition. Without heat or shock, it can't be done. I believe that's why sexual love, which needn't be, is so intensely intertwined with sin.
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event
fuse
love
sex
shock
sin
terrible
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Mark Helprin |
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3a14354
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"8 second hug: Yes, eight seconds is a long time, and no, I am not recommending giving everyone an eight second hug. The shell we put up or mask we hide behind is made up of what we think logically think will keep us emotionally safe. Intuition is not fooled by shells or masks, intuition which is non-verbal communication bypasses whatever facade we put up, so that hearts can connect. This makes us feel vulnerable, because we can't hide out hopes and fears from being seen from other people's intuition. We may not remember the last time we felt an overwhelming feeling of belonging, but likely it was when we were the most vulnerable; like being held as a newly born infant, not aware that we were naked, and nothing we could do about it even if we did know, being held tightly in someone's arms who completely loved us. It may not have been a parent or grandparent holding the newborn us, but if it wasn't, for sure it was the nurse there at the delivery, responding to our cry to be held. We resist the one thing that allows someone into our life--vulnerability, by cutting off the intuitions communication which is non-verbal. We often avoid eye contact, avoid letting people see us cry, and avoid allowing ourselves to be held. I wish I had known earlier in life, what C.S. Lewis put so well in his book The Four Loves, "There is no safe investment. To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." We live in a world of alphas, where we all want to prove we are worthy to be held by proving we can hold ourselves. When we hug what is said intuitively is, "I will hold your pieces together so you don't have to worry about falling apart. Take a rest in my arms for a moment and remember that you are loved." When we hug someone, at about eight seconds on average there is a deeper breath in and then an exhale as our body actually relaxes. You can definitely feel it, we are rigid, and then we melt. Don't count while you are hugging, but if it is longer than about eight seconds before the other person relaxes, then they are really stressed out, and scared everything will crumble if they relax. If it is less than about five seconds, that means something else, not something consistent enough to be able to diagnose similar to taking longer to relax. You'll just actually have to communicate and figure it out with the person. The non-verbal communication of a hug or eye contact should precede the verbal communication of words. I would venture a bet that most marriages struggling don't meet each other after work with at least an eight second hug before they ask how their day was. We shouldn't expect words to be able to describe emotions, especially when we can just look someone in the eyes and then hug them and feel their emotion for ourselves. The part of hugging that is the best, is after we relax and allow ourselves to be loved, and so if our hugs with those we really love aren't at least eight seconds, we are totally missing out."
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belonging
emotions
hugs
intuition
love
non-verbal-communication
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Michael Brent Jones |
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53b1b32
|
For that moment at least they seemed to give up external plans, theories, and codes, even the inescapable romantic curiosity about one another, to indulge in being simply and purely young, to share that sense of the world's affliction, that outgoing sorrow at the spectacle of Our Human Condition which anyone this age regards as reward or gratuity for having survived adolescence. For them the music was sweet and painful, the strolling chains of tourists like a Dance of Death. They stood on the curb, gazing at one another, jostled against by hawkers and sightseers, lost as much perhaps in that bond of youth as in the depths of the eyes each contemplated.
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love
me
you
youth
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Thomas Pynchon |
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90c6816
|
Alice might end up neither good nor bad. She might end up somewhere in between. That would make her very dangerous to know. That girl could be the bane of your life, a blight, a poison on everything you do. Or she might turn out to be the best and strongest friend you'll ever have. Someone who'll make all the difference in the world. I just don't know which way it will go. I can't see it, no matter how hard I try.
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forshadowing
love
otp
pain
tom-x-alice
wardstone-chronicles
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Joseph Delaney |
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04c8ce3
|
Fall for me, as an apple falls, as rain falls, because you must. Use gravity to anchor your desire.
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love
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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17ea4cd
|
Whether you CAN forgive and whether you SHOULD trust.
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doctor
love
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Emily Giffin |
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eb223fc
|
You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that has really has more to do with personality- the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom- almost never -even proposition. Someone always loves more.
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love
love-hurts
|
Emily Giffin |
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49d83e4
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"What's not to love' is hardly a reason to love," she says. "And the catch of your life is not the same thing as the love of your life. Be careful of that subtle but rather crucial distinction."
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love
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Emily Giffin |
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ff9f512
|
"You are in love with Sandy?" What's it like?" "Hhhmmm." He sighed happily. "It's real nice."
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love
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S.E. Hinton |
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ddd8169
|
Every person has a heart, but we're not always lucky enough to get a glimpse of it. And every heart, even the hardest, has a fragile spot. If you hit it there, it shatters.
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love
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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fd27c10
|
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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ece28a9
|
Sexually active? Sexually ? Patrick and I hadn't even learned the fine points of kissing yet! I marched on down. 'For your information,' I said from the doorway, as both Dad and Lester jerked to attention, 'I am about as sexually active as a bag of spinach, and if you want to keep me on the porch and not out in the park somewhere behind the bushes, you'll keep the stupid porch light off when I come home with a boy.
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boys
bushes
father
father-daughter-relationship
funny
humerous
kissing
light
love
outrage
park
porch
sex
sexually-active
spinach
stupid
teen
teenage
teenage-girl
yelling
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Phyllis Reynolds Naylor |
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f24a38e
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Our love would be solace, companionship, and the mending of wounds.
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inspirational
love
|
Amy Tan |
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fa6be0e
|
lkhyn@. mndh Tfwltn wlwld wm`lm lmdrs@ ykrrn `l~ msm`n b'nh 'fZ` shy fy lwjwd.
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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
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