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e356281
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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.
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love
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Victor Hugo |
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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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5dd5c14
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"Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is to be condemned to a life of pleasure."
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happiness
loneliness
love
pleasure
relationships
sadness
sorrow
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Honoré de Balzac |
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9baae5d
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Love is profoundly political. Our deepest revolution will come when we understand this truth.
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love
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bell hooks |
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55afa62
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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
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George MacDonald |
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469c792
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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
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James Baldwin |
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f1166cc
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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
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James Baldwin |
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ddd8169
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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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b2a443d
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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
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Nadia Bolz-Weber |
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404acde
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You can't buy what you want. It all comes as a gift.
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love
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Diane Mott Davidson |
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8131fc0
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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
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George Saunders |
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f75eb5d
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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
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Nadia Bolz-Weber |
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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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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
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Allen Ginsberg |
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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
|
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
|
Hermann Hesse |
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6648b70
|
"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
|
Hermann Hesse |
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b4c6826
|
Jis tavim geresis, ismoks tave mintinai.
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love
|
Hermann Hesse |
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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
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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ea04963
|
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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0127538
|
Si percibo en otra persona nada mas que lo superficial, percibo principalmente las diferencias, lo que nos separa. Si penetro hasta el nucleo, percibo nuestra identidad, el hecho de nuestra hermandad.
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humanity
life
love
peace
|
Erich Fromm |
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8d0d9d6
|
But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie.
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love
pride
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A.S. Byatt |
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cbf306e
|
I cannot separate the man you are now from the boy you were then, and it's killing me. I wanted everything for you, son. I still do.
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love
parents
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Blake Crouch |
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8b37942
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Why do you haunt me? You, like a tattoo on my tongue, like the bay leaf at the bottom of every pan. You who sprawled out beside me and sang my horoscope to a Schubert symphony, something about travel and money again, and we lay there, both of our breaths bad, both of our underwear dangling elastic, and then you turned toward me with a gaze like two matches, putting the horoscope aside, you traced my buried ribs with your index finger, lingered at my collarbone, admiring it as one might a flying buttress, murmuring: Nice clavicle. And me, too new at it and scared, not knowing what to say, whispering: You should see my ten-speed.
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|
inspirational
love
sarcasm
|
Lorrie Moore |
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02e0dc7
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All plots tend to move deathward. This is the nature of plots. Political plots, terrorist plots, lovers' plots, narrative plots, plots that are part of children's games. We edge nearer death every time we plot. It is like a contract that all must sign, the plotters as well as those who are the targets of the plot.
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|
don-delillo
love
narrative
plots
plotting
politics
terrorism
white-noise
|
Don DeLillo |
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5b77e83
|
In the morning, when he entered my room, I grumbled, but he was like the sunlight to me, all the same. One cannot defend oneself against those brats. They take hold of you, they hold you fast, they never let you go again. The truth is, that there never was a cupid like that child.
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love
|
Victor Hugo |
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907aa5f
|
...it is the most militant, most radical intervention anyone can make to not only speak of love, but to engage in the practice of love. For love as the foundation of all social movements for self-determination is the only way we create a world that domination and dominator thinking cannot destroy. Anytime we do the work of love we are doing the work of ending domination.
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love
self-determination
social-justice
|
bell hooks |
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4b55714
|
Now his imagination spun about the hand as about the edge of a vortex; but still he made no effort to draw nearer. He had known the love that is fed on caresses and feeds them; but this passion that was closer than his bones was not to be superficially satisfied. His one terror was to do anything which might efface the sound and impression of her words; his one thought, that he should never again feel quite alone.
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|
lonelinessiness
love
romance
superficiality
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Edith Wharton |
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33abdb1
|
"When Renee and I talked about it years later, we agreed on one point: We were insane. Renee always said, "If any of our kids want to get married when they're twenty-five, we'll have to lock them in the attic." We were just kids, and everybody who came to the wedding party was guilty of shameful if not criminal negligence-- look at the shiny pretty toaster, isn't it cute to see the babies playing with it in the bathtub? Jesus, people!"
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love
mania
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Rob Sheffield |
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d425fcf
|
Few of us enter romantic relationships able to receive love. We fall into romantic attachments doomed to replay familiar family dramas. Usually we do not know this will happen precisely because we have grown up in a culture that has told us that no matter what we experience in our childhoods, no matter the pain, sorrow, alienation, emptiness, no matter the extent of our dehumanization, romantic love will be ours. We believe we will meet the girl of our dreams. We believe 'someday our prince will come.' They show up just as we imagined they would. We wanted the lover to appear but most of us were not clear about what we wanted to do with them-what the love was that we wanted to make and how we would make it. We were not ready to open our hearts fully.
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first-love
love
love-at-first-sight
love-quotes
love-transforms
one-day-my-prince-will-come
open-your-heart
someday-my-prince-will-come
vulnerability
|
bell hooks |
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f162388
|
I belong to a culture that includes Proust, Henry James, Tchaikovsky, Cole Porter, Plato, Socrates, Aristotle, Alexander the Great, Michelangelo, Leonardo da Vinci, Christopher Marlowe, Walt Whitman, Herman Melville, Tennessee Williams, Byron, E.M. Forster, Lorca, Auden, Francis Bacon, James Baldwin, Harry Stack Sullivan, John Maynard Keynes, Dag Hammarskjold... These are not invisible men. Poor Bruce. Poor frightened Bruce. Once upon a time you wanted to be a soldier. Bruce, did you know that an openly gay Englishman was as responsible as any man for winning the Second World War? His name was Alan Turing and he cracked the Germans' Enigma code so the Allies knew in advance what the Nazis were going to do -- and when the war was over he committed suicide he was so hounded for being gay. Why don't they teach any of this in the schools? If they did, maybe he wouldn't have killed himself and maybe you wouldn't be so terrified of who you are. The only way we'll have real pride is when we demand recognition of a culture that isn't just sexual. It's all there--all through history we've been there; but we have to claim it, and identify who was in it, and articulate what's in our minds and hearts and all our creative contributions to this earth. And until we do that, and until we organize ourselves block by neighborhood by city by state into a united visible community that fights back, we're doomed. That's how I want to be defined: as one of the men who fought the war.
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|
epidemic
equality
gay
homosexual
lgbtq
love
medicine
relationships
|
Larry Kramer |
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3be08d2
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An overwhelming majority of us come from dysfunctional families in which we were taught we were not okay, where we were shamed, verbally and/or physically abused, and emotionally neglected even as (we) were taught to believe that we were loved.
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|
all-about-love
bell-hooks
love
|
bell hooks |
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d6f2c13
|
Nothing has changed. It's still very simple. I miss him. I miss him every day. I miss him very much. But how would it be if that feeling was gone? I would not want that to happen. I told the shrink: it would not make me happy at all not to miss him anymore.
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|
grief
love
|
Sigrid Nunez |
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502e87a
|
My friend, love is a verb. Love--the feeling--is a fruit of love, the verb. So love her. Serve her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that?
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love
marriage
|
Stephen R. Covey |
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74fe2bf
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And there was something so artless in this smile that I had to smile back.
|
|
back
emotions
feelings
homosexual
love
smile
|
James Baldwin |
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f85b7af
|
The kiss stayed there with no place to go, no sensory reserve that could absorb it and file it away as a common act of intimacy, a thousand times received. He knew what Anna was asking: whether you could love someone without habits.
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love
memory
|
Nicole Krauss |
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75ef014
|
He thought to himself that there could be no greater torture in the world than at the same time to love and to contemn.
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|
love
|
W. Somerset Maugham |
|
fba1b48
|
Manchmal lieben wir nur mit der Hoffnung. Manchmal weinen wir mit allem ausser Tranen. Und am Ende bleiben nur: Liebe und ihre Pflicht, Trauer und ihre Wahrheit. Am Ende haben wir nichts anderes - nichts anderes, woran wir uns festhalten konnen, bis der Morgen dammert.
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love
|
Gregory David Roberts |
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9aafa75
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Jo couldn't even lose her heart in a decorous manner, but sternly tried to quench her feelings, and failing to do so, led a somewhat agitated life. She was mortally afraid of being laughed at for surrendering, after her many and vehement declarations of independence.
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love
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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0d94342
|
"Liebe ist eben genauso ungerecht verteilt auf dieser Welt wie Regen. Die einen kriegen entschieden zu viel davon ab und die anderen zu wenig." - Frieda"
|
|
die-wilden-hühner
die-wilden-hühner-und-die-liebe
kinderbuch
love
|
Cornelia Funke |
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300d6c8
|
leave him free, and the mere sense of liberty would content him, joined to the knowledge that his presence was dear to those whom he loved best.
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|
liberty
love
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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fe690d2
|
Women always said he was warm. They snuggled with him in bed, grateful for the heat. A couple of his lovers even claimed that, when he was inside them, he heated them from the inside out. A pleasant flattery, perhaps, but one Hope would discover the truth of. For when she touched him, he did burn.
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|
hot
love
lust
romantic
|
Christina Dodd |
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194881e
|
"Sometimes I like to compare people who don't like women to vegetarians." "Interesting analogy, and I do like the way your mind works, so lay it on me." He opened the door and waved her in. "If God had meant for people to be vegetarians, a good steak wouldn't taste so divine. Following that line of thinking, neither would a woman."
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|
inspirational
lesbian
love
religion
|
Ali Vali |
|
ec007ef
|
She is afraid of divorce, which will free her, as she was not enough afraid of marriage, which trapped her.
|
|
love
marriage
relationships
|
a.s. byatt |
|
aa31e17
|
No, Geo--underneath all that, Nan really loves me. It's just she wants me to see things her way. You know, she's two years older; that meant a lot when we were children. I've always thought of her as being sort of like a road--I mean, she leads somewhere. With her, I'll never lose my way.
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love
|
Christopher Isherwood |
|
2a7151c
|
Numai moartea e o forta la fel de absoluta, dar in lupta de veacuri dintre aceste doua puteri, dragostea este cea care ia moartea de gat, ii pune genunchiul in piept, o bate ziua si noaptea, o invinge in fiecare primavara, o urmareste pas cu pas si-n fiecare groapa pe care aceasta o sapa, dragostea arunca samanta unei vieti noi.
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|
fight
ideal
inspirational
love
|
Henryk Sienkiewicz |
|
23fef80
|
"He kept thinking about Mary. What a fool he'd been to let her go. To think, with the thoughtless assurance of youth, that the world was replete with endless possibilities. He'd thought it a mistake to choose so early in life and embrace the present good. He'd been a great one for looking for greener pastures. He'd kept looking until all his pastures were brown with time. ("Old Haunts")"
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|
love
opportunity
|
Richard Matheson |
|
254e377
|
The pain of hunger beneath everything. At the end of all love-making, the dreamless sleep after the orgasm, which is like death.
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|
love
lust
orgasm
|
Christopher Isherwood |
|
31b2e3a
|
Yet any distinction between literature and life is misleading. Literature for me is not merely the best part of life; it is itself the form of life, which has no other form.
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love
passion
|
Harold Bloom |
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0af3153
|
"All his life Harry Bosch believed he had a mission. And to carry out that mission he needed to be bulletproof. He needed to build himself and his life so that he was invulnerable, so that nothing and no one could ever get to him. All of that changed on the day he was introduced to the daughter he didn't know he had. In that moment he knew he was both saved and lost. He would be forever connected to the world in the way only a father knew. - "Nine Dragons" by Michael Connelly"
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fear
joy
love
vulnerability
|
Michael Connelly |
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3804542
|
John says I musn't lose my strength, and has me take cod liver oil and lots of tonics and things, to say nothing of ale and wine and rare meat. Dear John! He loves me very dearly, and hates to have me sick. I tried to have a real earnest reasonable talk with him the other day, and tell him how I wish he would let me go and make a visit to Cousin Henry and Julia. But he said I wasn't able to go, nor able to stand it after I got there; and I did not make out a very good case for myself, for I was crying before I had finished. It is getting to be a great effort for me to think straight. Just this nervous weakness I suppose. And dear John gathered me up in his arms, and just carried me upstairs and laid me on the bed, and sat by me and read to me till it tired my head. He said I was his darling and his comfort and all he had, and that I must take care of myself for his sake, and keep well.
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irony
love
misunderstanding
|
Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
|
c685040
|
Everybody's in love when they're eighteen. And everybody gets dumped.
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love
|
Susan Wiggs |
|
d324825
|
I am the salt of the earth, and I do not believe in the ninety percent rigmarole that is organized religion. But miracles? Miracles, my friend are a different thing entirely. From what I can see, miracles are built from love, and as far as love is concerned, I am a true believer.
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|
love
miracles
|
Lorna Landvik |
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7d246bc
|
He could not name precisely the special quality she possessed. A glow. An exuberance. An aggressive and determined joy that gave her the courage to push past his defenses, to confront him with unflinching courage, to look into his heart and to see something there worth fighting for.
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love
|
Susan Wiggs |
|
84abdf0
|
I will not stop singing the Muses who set me dancing.
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|
creativity
dancing
euripides
happiness
inspiration
inspirational-quotes
joy
life
love
muses
poet
poetry
sing
tragedy
work
writer
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Anne Carson |
|
b2582a3
|
Inside the magic globe that Florence Nightingale carries, there are wishes and hopes and love. And all of these things are very tiny and also very bright. And there are thousands of wishes and hopes and love things, and they move around in the magic globe, and that's what Florence uses to see by. That is how she sees soldiers who have fallen on the battlefield of life.
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love
|
Kate DiCamillo |
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20ba082
|
"You seem to like helping, taking care of people," he said. "That is admirable." "You enjoy being nurtured?" "Well, that isn't all you promise. When you touch me, I feel a fire at my center. You want me to grow and find my true story, my purpose. You seem to want to be there when I see new things. You want to share and enjoy my discoveries."
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|
humour
love
lovers
nurturing
|
Greg Bear |
|
53b0764
|
It's not the sort of thing one asks of a friend. He hasn't offered, and I will not ask it. I will not tear him that way. I am trying to let go. I don't know how.
|
|
letting-go
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
69b6b02
|
I have to let you go,' he said in a cracked whisper. 'While I can. Leave me that, Fitz. That broke the bond. That I did not take what was not mine.
|
|
love
spoiler
the-fool
|
Robin Hobb |
|
ef26bf1
|
Es una mera ficcion eso de que no existe un puente de union entre una y otra gente, y que todos viven en la soledad y la incomprension. Por lo contrario, lo que la gente tiene en comun con los demas es algo mas grande e importante de lo que cada ser humano tiene por naturaleza y lo que lo distingue de los demas.
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love
|
Hermann Hesse |
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fe16563
|
People stick hearts on Valentine's cards and get married in white dresses and give each other flowers. They think love is every-thing going right. That's not love. That's self-indulgence. That's good luck. Love is when you walk into the burning building. Love is when the person who means most to you in the world is breathing through a mask and pissing in a bag. Love is when they no longer know your name.
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|
love
pain
self-indulgence
valentines
|
Mark Haddon |
|
edf3446
|
"You took your clothes off?" "You didn't notice?" "No! Jeez Louise, I don't even know you." "If you look under the covers, you'll know me better." "I don't want to know you better!" "That's a big fib," Diesel said."
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|
humor
humorous
love
wicked-appetite
|
Janet Evanovich |
|
2cb3918
|
I had nothing to prove and everything to lose. But it didn't take love to sacrifice something of yourself for someone else. It just took desperation.
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|
love
sacrifice
|
Beth Revis |
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3197c0e
|
Think of the person you love the most in the world. Do you really see them visually? Or don't you see on a much deeper level? It's lots easier to visualize people we don't know very well.
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|
love
visualize
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
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3e75fdb
|
'Two things.' 'Name them. I am instructing you to name them.' 'I don't think you've been in love. Not recently, anyway. I'm not sure you remember what it's like. It compromises you. It takes over your body. Like a bareword. I think love is a bareword. That's the first thing.' Yeats didn't react. If anything, he seemed baffled. 'The second thing is I wouldn't characterize Harry as indecisive and untrained with weapons.'
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|
barewords
compromise
lexicon
love
underestimation
|
Max Barry |
|
1a5f4c1
|
What is the nature of life? Life is lines of dominoes falling. One thing leads to another, and then another, just like you'd planned. But suddenly a Domino gets skewed, events change direction, people dig in their heels, and you're faced with a situation that you didn't see coming, you who thought you were so clever.
|
|
divakaruni
fiction
immigrant-fiction
indian-american
love
mothers-and-daughters
novel
relationships
women-s-books
|
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
|
69fc964
|
You get people who think you have a mental disorder, people calling you frigid, but I don't care. If they're that desperate, clearly THEY have a problem.
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|
asexuality
desperate
frigid
love
mental-disorder
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
dd484dc
|
"Poetry, I tell my students, is idiosyncratic. Poetry is where we are ourselves, (though Sterling Brown said "Every 'I' is a dramatic 'I'") digging in the clam flats for the shell that snaps, emptying the proverbial pocketbook. Poetry is what you find in the dirt in the corner, overhear on the bus, God in the details, the only way to get from here to there. Poetry (and now my voice is rising) is not all love, love, love and I'm sorry the dog died. Poetry (here I hear myself loudest) is the human voice, and are we not of interest to each other?"
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|
inspirational
love
poetry
social-media
|
Elizabeth Alexander |
|
bb5c2ef
|
Goodbyes are not easy, but I'm ready to move on. I'm not reluctant, Emma, not holding back. I don't have answers to the questions, but I have some good questions. I have loved life, but I believe that life is to be loved, it is a gift.
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|
grief
love
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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268cdc5
|
"I peel hiss tense fingers on his right hand away from the steering wheel, one two three four five. With each finger, the scowl diappears a little more. when i place his hand on my leg and gently
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cade
love
relax
|
Lisa Schroeder |
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f619be7
|
That's how life works. You know it when you know it. They're nineteen and in love. Alone except for each other. Jobless and homeless, looking for something, somewhere, anywhere here. They're on a sixteen-line highway. Driving west.
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love
young-love
youth
|
James Frey |
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24b5590
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"I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure you would like me in real life. I'm a lot different there, you know. I don't even look the same." " I don't care if you look like a troll with warts," Sir Leo declared, taking her hand in his. "I love you."
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|
chad
cute
cute-things-guys-say
fields-of-fantasy
gamer-girl
i-love-you
love
maddy
mari-mancusi
romance
sir-leo
|
Mari Mancusi |
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715354a
|
...could not have understood what perverted shaped thwarted love can take.
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love
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L.M. Montgomery |
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cc60bb6
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Ah, no difficulties can ever daunt me,' replied d'Artagnan: 'my only fear is, of impossibilities.' 'Nothing is impossible,' said the lady, 'to the one who truly loves.' 'Nothing, madame?' 'Nothing' she replied.
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love
musketeers
|
Alexandre Dumas |
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6505b14
|
It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.
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love
sad
travel
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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cdf4dcd
|
"Bye-bye." Walker flaps his hand up and down. I think I'll give him a hug. I do it too fast and knock him down, he bangs on the train table and cries. "I'm so sorry," Grandma keeps saying, "my grandson doesn't -- he's learning about boundaries--" "No harm done," says the first man. They go off with the little boy doing one two three whee swinging between them, he's not crying anymore. Grandma watches them, she's looking confused. "Remember," she says on the way to the white car, "we don't hug strangers. Even nice ones." "Why not?" "We just don't, we save our hugs for people we love." "I love that boy Walker." "Jack, you never saw him before in your life."
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love
room
|
Emma Donoghue |
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5d1b274
|
"For my sake," he said firmly, addressing the air in front of him as though it were a tribunal, "I dinna want ye to bear another child. I wouldna risk your loss, Sassenach," he said, his voice suddenly husky. "Not for a dozen bairns. I've daughters and sons, nieces and nephews, grandchildren--weans enough." He looked at me directly then, and spoke softly. "But I've no life but you, Claire." He swallowed audibly, and went on, eyes fixed on mine. "I did think, though . . . if ye do want another child . . . perhaps I could still give ye one."
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babies
children
claire-fraser
jamie-fraser
love
orphan
pregnancy
soulmates
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Diana Gabaldon |
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86c40ad
|
" ," Balder murmurs from the backseat, his eyes still closed. "I looked upon your face and knew happiness." Without further warning, the sky opens up and cries."
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happiness
inspirational
libba-bray
love
|
Libba Bray |
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df60a1b
|
She decided to sleep with him and get it over with. It was the only way. He had become an annoying jingle, striking in the shower, or at work, or just as she was falling asleep. She had to at least kiss him deeply and completely, in a way that left nothing behind. So she could move on. So she could stop imagining it. She couldn't keep losing herself to the jingle. It was impairing her ability to function.
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|
harry-wilson
jingle
love
|
Max Barry |
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de81646
|
Men with high baseline levels of testosterone marry less frequently, have more adulterous affairs, commit more spousal abuse, and divorce more often.
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love
testosterone
|
Helen Fisher |
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667461c
|
All this happened in much less time than it takes to tell, since I am trying to interpret for you into slow speech the instantaneous effect of visual impressions.
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|
boring
creativity
description
explanation
exposition
love
overly-descriptive
retell
retelling
retold
show-and-tell
testimony
why
witness
writer
|
Joseph Conrad |
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935206c
|
(...)love is the only thing that we can carry with us when we go, and it makes the end so easy.
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love
|
Louisa May Alcott |
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d3d0b4e
|
Someone speak to me. Call out to me and take me out. Please, please, I'm begging you, say something kind to me. Tell me I'm pretty, tell me I'm sweet. Invite me out for coffee, or more... Tell me that you want to spend the day with me and me alone.
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|
loneliness
love
romance
|
Natsuo Kirino |
|
0a7591f
|
Talking to Rhett was comparable only to one thing, the feeling of ease and comfort afforded by a pair of old slippers after dancing in a pair too tight.
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|
love
rhett-butler
scarlett-o-hara
talking
|
Margaret Mitchell |
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8e189a5
|
"I don't want anything else bad to happen," she whispered, her voice choked with tears. "I'm so sick to death of bad things happening, of seeing bad things that happened in the past! And I'm guilty of so many things. I'm sorry that I killed Mrs. Matthias and wrecked her stupid greenhouse back in the Eighties and I'm sorry I left you here alone while I went around the world." "I wasn't alone though, I knew you were doing what you wanted to do and that you were still alive, so I wasn't really alone, I knew you were still there somewhere," Alecto told her. His damaged smile and downcast, sorrowful eyes were draped in the shadow of the night, saving Mandy the trouble of seeing."
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|
apart
bad
crying
damaged
death
eighties
friend
friendship
greenhouse
grief
guilt
hopelessness
lonliness
love
murder
omen
shadow
smile
sorrow
tears
together
travel
trouble
world
|
Rebecca McNutt |
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105c091
|
Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
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love
night
stars
together
|
Ernest Hemingway |
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9581a2c
|
"Love is a golden bubble full of dreams, That waking breaks, and fills us with extremes. ---From "Hero and Leander, Sestiad III"
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love
|
Christopher Marlowe |
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7571866
|
I read once that you need two things to be happy. Any two of health, money and love. You can cover the absence of one with the other two. I drew comfort from this idea while I was fully bodied, employed, and unloved. It made me feel I wasn't missing much. But now I realized this was unmitigated bullshit, because health and money did not compare with love at all. I had a girl in a hospital bed who liked me and I didn't know where that might go but I could tell it was more important than low blood pressure. It mattered more than a new car. With Lola in the same building, I walked with a spring in my step. That was true literally. But I mean I was happy, happy on an axis I had previously known about only in theory. I was glad to be alive.
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|
love
money
|
Max Barry |
|
fc82966
|
It shook Therese in the profoundest part of her where no words were, no easy words like death or dying or killing Those words were somehow future, and this was present. An inarticulate anxiety, a desire to know, know anything for certain, had jammed itself in her throat for a moment she felt she could hardly breathe.
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|
carol-aird
gay
lesbian
lgbt
love
therese
therese-belivet
|
Patricia Highsmith |
|
439d10d
|
All is artifice in my world, Constantine. Even me. Especially me. He taught me to be a duchess, to be an impregnable fortress, to be the guardian of my own heart, But he admitted that he could not teach me how or when to allow the fortress to be breached or my heart to be unlocked. It would simply happen, he said. he promised it would, in fact. But how is love to find me, even assuming it is looking?
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|
heart
love
|
Mary Balogh |
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c485c13
|
The stories shatter. Or you wear them out or leave them behind. Over time the story of the memory loses its power. Over time you become someone else. Only when the honey turns to dust are you free.
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|
honey
love
storytelling
time
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Rebecca Solnit |
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10054a5
|
"I've just been thinking it would be a lot of fun to live in a defunct shopping mall! Totally abandoned, Yet still frozen in time, Bright white lights shining, Artificial turquoise fountains spewing out clear water, Eerie eighties elevator music drifting by... Dancing erratically, shouting to the top, Because it's sad to see these places die. They're a testament to the hubris of modern America, which is dying in and of itself. Let's face it. We know we can't compete with Online shopping And Made-in-China products And eBay And Amazon. Those of us who spent our High school And college days Being wage slaves to these dying malls, We'll be old and nostalgic someday, Telling our grandkids about these wonderful buildings! They housed sets of trendy clothes Which nobody was rich enough to afford Or thin enough to fit in. We'll tell them about the first time We were almost trampled in a Black Friday stampede. The first time we saw a kid Vomit in the ugly rainbow ball pit At the children's play area, Dumped by babysitters to grow up there, Spending their childhood draped in neon. The first time eating greasy pad-thai And hamburgers At the food court. The first time falling in love In the dark movie theatre That charges too much for stale popcorn. Holding hands in the sunlit rays Of the dusty projector... Totally lost in moments. What is the meaning of this voyage? Our grandkids, Who will probably have Smartphones Surgically implanted to their brains And identical glass condominiums by then, They'll gasp in shock and say, "Wow, that sounds SO cool!"
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|
childhood
consumerism
dead-mall
eerie
life
love
mall
nostalgia
shopping
|
Rebecca McNutt |
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e20183b
|
I was young myself once, and believe me, in love the truth is of no importance.
|
|
love
mario-puzo
omerta
truth
youth
|
Mario Puzo |
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d7b3f7e
|
He is the same soul. You are simply seeing another aspect of him. There is a secret core in everyone that not even Gabriel can know by trying to know. Listen now. The intellect derives from the senses, which are limited, and come from the body. The intellect therefore is also limited, and it can never truly know reality, which is infinite and eternal. Khalid wanted to know reality with his intellect, and he can't. Now he knows that, and is downcast. Intellect has no real mettle, you see, and at the first threat, into a hole it scuttles. But love is divine. It comes from the realm of the infinite, and is entrusted to the heart as a gift from God. Love has no calculation in it. 'God loves you' is the only possible sentence! So it's love you must follow to the heart of your father-in-law. Love is the pearl of an oyster living in the ocean, and intellect lives on the shore and cannot swim. Bring up the oyster, sew the pearl onto your sleeve for all to see. It will bring courage to the intellect. Love is the king that must rescue his coward slave.
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intellect
love
|
Kim Stanley Robinson |
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0ea75c9
|
"He carries what he feels for people deep inside. Even as a kid he was that way," Aunt Margaret said. "Your momma knows that." But I had wondered then as I did now what good love was that couldn't be expressed."
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love
|
Ron Rash |
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35ac4a9
|
"Q: How do you fall in love?
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jump
love
planet
|
Jeanette Winterson |
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f279763
|
The sensation that for the world to exist with an object of such beauty in it--and for that object to be unattainable--was the very sweetest kind of pain imaginable.
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|
desire
loneliness
love
|
John Boyne |
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bf27d84
|
"The first question sobbed out by his choking voice, oppressed with emotion, was-- "Where is she?" They led him to the room where his mother sat. They had told her of her son's acquittal, and now she was laughing, and crying, and talking, and giving way to all those feelings which she had restrained with such effort during the last few days. They brought her son to her, and she threw herself upon his neck, weeping there. He returned her embrace, but looked around, beyond. Excepting his mother, there was no one in the room but the friends who had entered with him. "Eh, lad!" she said, when she found voice to speak. "See what it is to have behaved thysel! I could put in a good word for thee, and the jury could na go and hang thee in the face of th' character I gave thee. Was na it a good thing they did na keep me from Liverpool? But I would come; I knew I could do thee good, bless thee, my lad. But thou'rt very white, and all of a tremble." He kissed her again and again, but looking round as if searching for some one he could not find, the first words he uttered were still-- "Where is she?"
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love
realization
relief
|
Elizabeth Gaskell |
|
9d66501
|
It is possible to adore those newly come into your world, to envision, no matter how late in the day, a happily entwined future with those who have not been part of your past.
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connection
love
relationships
|
Mohsin Hamid |
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1c4b56d
|
I reached for her, pushing back the fall of hair-it was heavy and thick and smooth to the touch-and tilted her chin so that the moonlight shone on her wet face. We married each other that night, there on a bed of fallen pine needles-even today, the scent of pitch-pine stirs me-with Henry's distant flute for a wedding march and the arching white birch boughs for our basilica. At first, she quivered like an aspen, and I was ashamed at my lack of continence, yet I could not let go of her. I felt like Peleus on the beach, clinging to Thetis, only to find that, suddenly, it was she who held me; that same furnace in her nature that had flared up in anger blazed again, in passion.
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love
|
Geraldine Brooks |
|
ff03c10
|
Sid and Nancy's relationship forever illustrates the worst part of being in love with anyone, which is that people in love can't be reasoned with.
|
|
love
|
Chuck Klosterman |
|
96eadb2
|
Mr Jenkins. Unique, as every star in the sky is unique, every leaf on every tree, every snowflake, every farandola, every cherubim, unique: Named.
|
|
love
purpose
unique
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
|
110735a
|
What matters is giving over to what you love.
|
|
love
|
Sue Monk Kidd |
|
aca235c
|
If you really want to get to know someone, you have to divorce him.
|
|
life
love
marriage
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
4f36747
|
All I know is that the closer I get to God, the deeper I get into the Bible, and the heavier the burden seems on my shoulders.
|
|
burdens
faith
god
love
relationships
strength
|
Tim LaHaye |
|
b6dcb31
|
"Dispensing with the frivolity, he kissed her meaningfully. When at last he pulled away, her troubled expression alarmed him. "What?" "Be careful, Hammond." "No one will know I was here." She shook her head. "Not that." "Then what?" "You may have to put me on trial for my life. Please be careful that you don't make me fall in love with you first."
|
|
hammond
love
love-quotes
quote
sandra-brown
the-alibi
trial
|
Sandra Brown |
|
f4f73b2
|
I think the time that I knew that I was capable of all the things that I disliked the most in other people was, oddly enough, one of the most joyful moments: when our first child was born. And I just felt this love for this beautiful little girl who was so fragile and so vulnerable. Some point around that week, I started to understand why wars were fought. I started to understand why people were capable of cruelty in order to protect themselves and their own. And I was very humbled to realise that.
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|
fury
love
protection
|
Michka Assayas |
|
5d5c874
|
Neither of us had anything to say, or rather we had everything to say, but after all those nights of not saying a word, we suddenly found we had not one dollar of time left between us.
|
|
love
time
|
David Mitchell |
|
919c39d
|
Too late, too late, your love gave me life. Here am I the creature you made through your loving; by your passion you created the thing that I am. Who are you to deny me the right to love? But for you I need never have known existence.
|
|
lgbt
lgbtq
love
mother
|
Radclyffe Hall |
|
0d298ea
|
He touched her cheek, and he looked into her eyes. He saw his whole world there
|
|
eyes
love
world
|
Julia Quinn |
|
3a1bb37
|
He didn't know if there was a word to describe what he felt in that moment, how he saw the lines of his own heart when her eyes met his.
|
|
julia-quinn
love
romance
sir-richard-kentworth
|
Julia Quinn |
|
1170472
|
"Oh, come now, you two," Lady Manston said, "surely it can be no surprise that I have long hoped for an alliance between the Rokesbys and Bridgertons." "Alliance?" Billie echoed, and all George could think was that it was a terrible, clinical word, one that could never encompass all that he had come to feel for her."
|
|
family
feelings
love
marriage
word
|
Julia Quinn |
|
2d3ba45
|
"You know all of the young gentlemen better than I do," Lady Manston continued. "Are there any we should avoid?" All of them, George wanted to say. ''What about Ashbourne's son?'' "No." "No?" his mother echoed. "No, as in you don't have an opinion?" "No, as in no. He is not for Billie." Who, George could not help but note, was watching the mother-son exchange with an odd mix of curiosity and alarm. "Any particular reason?" Lady Manston asked. "He gambles," George lied. Well, maybe it wasn't a lie. All gentlemen gambled. He had no idea if the one in question did so to excess. "What about the Billington heir? I think he --" "Also no." His mother regarded him with an impassive expression. "He's too young," George said, hoping it was true. "He is?" She frowned. "I suppose he might be. I can't remember precisely."
|
|
jealousy
lies
love
marriage
men
|
Julia Quinn |
|
50e47f0
|
"Nick and I, we sometimes laugh, laugh out loud, at the horrible things women make their husbands do to prove their love. The pointless tasks, the myriad sacrifices, the endless small surrenders. We call these men the dancing monkeys. Nick will come home, sweaty and salty and beer-loose from a day at the ballpark,and I'll curl up in his lap, ask him about the game, ask him if his friend Jack had a good time, and he'll say, 'Oh, he came down with a case of the dancing monkeys - poor Jennifer was having a "real stressful week" and really needed him at home.' Or his buddy at work, who can't go out for drinks because his girlfriend really needs him to stop by some bistro where she is having dinner with a friend from out of town. So they can finally meet. And so she can show how obedient her monkey is: He comes when I call, and look how well groomed! Wear this, don't wear that. Do this chore now and do this chore when you get a chance and by that I mean now. And definitely, definitely, give up the things you love for me, so I will have proof that you love me best. It's the female pissing contest - as we swan around our book clubs and our cocktail hours, there are few things women love more than being able to detail the sacrifices our men make for us. A call-and-response, the response being: 'Ohhh, that's so sweet.' I am happy not to be in that club. I don't partake, I don't get off on emotional coercion, on forcing Nick to play some happy-hubby role - the shrugging, cheerful, dutiful taking out the trash, honey! role. Every wife's dream man, the counterpoint to every man's fantasy of the sweet, hot, laid-back woman who loves sex and a stiff drink. I like to think I am confident and secure and mature enough to know Nick loves me without him constantly proving it. I don't need pathetic dancing-monkey scenarios to repeat to my friends, I am content with letting him be himself. I don't know why women find that so hard." --
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love
marriage
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Gillian Flynn |
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0f4e270
|
bmkn lkwkb 'n ythw~ `l~ 'thr tfjyr lqnbl. wymkn llwTn 'n ynhbh kl ywm mkhtls jdyd, wymkn lskn lHy jmy`hm 'n yusqw l~ ktyb@ l`dm. ymknh 'n ytHml kl hdh bshwl@ 'kbr mm yjrw' `l~ lqwl, wlknh Gyr qdr `l~ tHml lHzn ldhy ysbbh Hlm wHd mn 'Hlm tyryz.
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|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
|
dff8e8d
|
He was in love, and never had he felt such kindness towards another person.
|
|
love
|
Ann Patchett |
|
0b437c2
|
A God-focused attitude is positive and directs you to better the lives of those you love while giving God the glory.
|
|
better
christian
directs
focus
give
glory
god
lives
love
positive
|
Elizabeth George |
|
93cc6e0
|
Your family will flourish when decisions are guided by the Lord--the head of your household.
|
|
family
flourish
guided
head
household
lord
love
mom
parent
|
Elizabeth George |
|
430ce70
|
He who teaches the Bible is never a scholar; he is always a student.
|
|
christian
god
inspiration
love
preach
scholar
student
study
teach
truth
|
Elizabeth George |
|
a929c67
|
Love may start out as a good feeling, but to love someone long-term is an act of the will.
|
|
faith
family
feeling
god
hope
lady
love
marriage
men
relationship
will
women
|
Elizabeth George |
|
389e3cd
|
I believe that in matters of the heart there is no such thing as compromise. Love means that you give each other everything.
|
|
love
romance
romantic-love
trust
|
Milan Kundera |
|
86b3d73
|
I love you now... I love you immortally, even if I die and there is nothing left of me.
|
|
ever
immortality
love
|
Gail Carson Levine |
|
359c4a0
|
L'amour n'a point de moyen terme; ou il perd, ou il sauve.
|
|
french
love
|
Victor Hugo |
|
006624a
|
I was learning to recognize when God was speaking through someone. He repeats himself. He says it over and over because we are so stubborn, stupid and unwilling. And even scared. Even when he tells us not to be afraid, we set our minds about it, worrying and fretting about every little thing. I was shaken by what God expected us to do.
|
|
faithfulness
god
love
|
Francine Rivers |
|
fb62a71
|
"It's because you weren't in love," Mary said. "When you're in love it's beautiful. When you're not it's just dirty filthy sex. Loveless sex has no true spiritual meaning deep inside your soul. But love makes everything totally cool. Love is God's special gift to horny teenage girls and boys. It makes them feel less guilty."
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|
love
sex
|
Christopher Pike |
|
3d18a47
|
tjwzt md@ ltmthyly@ lmrtjl@ lHdwd. kn frnz yjd 'n hdhh lmlh@ (lty kn yqrW b'nh sHr@ `l~ kl Hl) qd Tlt 'kthr mn llzm. f'msk lqb`@ lrjly@ byn 'Sb`yh wntz`h `n r's sbyn whw ybtsm, thm `lqh fwq lq`d@. . kn l'mr kmn ymHw shrbyn rsmhm wld `fryt `l~ Swr@ mrym l`dhr.
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|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
|
77bb95d
|
"...I went away from your side, in love without knowing it. Now I don't know how your eyes look, nor your hands, nor your hair.
|
|
lorca
love
poetry
|
Federico García Lorca |
|
9c518c6
|
mdh bqy mn mHtDry kmbwdy? Swr@ kbyr@ llnjm@ l'myrky@ tHml byn dhr`yh Tflan 'Sfr. mdh bqy mn twms? ktb@u: 'rd mmlk@ llh `l~ l'rD. mdh bqy mn bythwvn? rjl mqTb lwjh, msh`th lsh`r kmjnwn wynTq bSwt mkty'b <> <>. mdh bqy mn frnz? ktb@u: b`d Twl Dll, l`wd@. whkdh dwlyk, whkdh dwlyk. qbl 'n nunsa~ ntHwl l~ <>. <> hw mHT@ tSl byn lky'n wlnsyn.
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|
friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
|
ميلان كونديرا |
|
d55aeeb
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--No quiero saber sobre el amor. --Pero deberias, hija mia. Tienes que saber sobre el amor. Las cosas que la gente haria por amor. Todas las verdades se acaban reduciendo al amor ?verdad? De una forma u otra lo hacen. Sabes, hay una diferencia entre amor y necesidad. A veces, lo que sientes es inmediato y sin ton ni son --se sento un poco mas recta--. Dos personas se miran desde el otro lado de una habitacion o se rozan la piel. Sus almas reconocen a esa persona como suya. No hace falta tiempo para adivinarlo. El alma siempre sabe... si esta bien o mal. (...) --El primero... el primero es siempre el mas poderoso --cerro los ojos, suspirando-- Luego hay necesidad y destino. Ese es otro tipo. La necesidad se disfraza de amor, pero la necesidad... la necesidad nunca es amor. Ten siempre cuidado de quien te necesita. Siempre hay un querer tras una necesidad, sabes. (...) --A veces confundireis necesidad con amor. Tened cuidado. El camino con necesidad nunca es justo, nunca es bueno. Tened cuidado de quien necesita.
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alexandria-andros
amor
covenant-series
cover-quotes
love
pure
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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This form of love is like the pain of childbirth: so intense it's hard to remember afterwards,
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intense
love
love-hurts
obsession
passion
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Margaret Atwood |
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friedrich-nietzche
friedrich-nietzsche
love
milan-kundera
neitzsche
novel
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
political
psychological
psychology
religion
religion-and-philoshophy
sex
sociology
اجتماع
جنس
حب
علم-نفس
فلسفة
فلسفة-حياة
كائن-لا-تحتمل-خفته
ميلان-كونديرا
نيتشه
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ميلان كونديرا |
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"Love makes you helpless," Daniela said. "You think about the object of your affection all the time. Your happiness or misery depends on another person's mood. You give up all power over yourself, hand it to the person you love, and trust that they will be gentle with it."
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love
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Ilona Andrews |
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There the old Eskimo hunters she had known in her childhood thought the riches of life were intelligence, fearlessness, and love. A man with these gifts was rich and was a great spirit who was admired in the same way that the gussaks admired a man with money and goods.
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intelligence
life
love
riches
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Jean Craighead George |
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Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.
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grief
love
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Ilona Andrews |
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Also I could hear Amanda's voice: Why are you being so weak? Love's never a fair trade. So Jimmy's tired of you, so what, there's guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers and toss them away when they're wilted. But you have to act like you're having a spectacular time and every day's a party.
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flowers
germs
jimmy
love
party
ren
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Margaret Atwood |
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"One of the things I love about you is how protective you are, but it also drives me crazy. You can't protect me forever." Oh, I could so do that."
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katy-swartz
love
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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"Did you find anything special?' Blackie asked. T. nodded. 'Come over here,' he said, 'and look.' Out of both pockets he drew bundles of pound notes. 'Old Misery's savings,' he said. 'Mike ripped out the mattress, but he missed them.' 'What are you going to do? Share them?' 'We aren't thieves,' T. said. 'Nobody's going to steal anything from this house. I kept these for you and me - a celebration.' He knelt down on the floor and counted them out - there were seventy in all. 'We'll burn them,' he said, 'one by one,' and taking it in turns they held a note upwards and lit the top corner, so that the flame burnt slowly towards their fingers. The grey ash floated above them and fell on their heads like age. 'I'd like to see Old Misery's face when we are through,' T. said. 'You hate him a lot?' Blackie asked. 'Of course I don't hate him,' T. said. 'There'd be no fun if I hated him.' The last burning note illuminated his brooding face. 'All this hate and love,' he said, 'it's soft, it's hooey. There's only things, Blackie,' and he looked round the room crowded with the unfamiliar shadows of half things, broken things, former things. 'I'll race you home, Blackie,' he said. ("The Destructors")"
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love
materialism
money
objects
things
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Graham Greene |
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How can I make a stranger see her as she stopped in the hall at the foot of the stairs and turned to us? I have never been able to describe even my fictitious characters except by their actions. It has always seemed to me that in a novel the reader should be allowed to imagine a character in any way he chooses: I do not want to supply him with ready-made illustrations. Now I am betrayed by my own technique, for I do not want any other woman substituted for Sarah, I want the reader to see the one broad forehead and bold mouth, the conformation of the skull, but all I can convey is an indeterminate figure turning in the dripping mackintosh, saying, 'Yes, Henry?' and then 'You?
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love
writing
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Graham Greene |
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"Becky, if I had to wait five years, then I would. Or eight -- or even ten." He pauses, and there's complete silence except for a tiny gust of wind, blowing confetti about the churchyard. "But I hope that one day -- preferably rather sooner than that -- you'll do me the honor of marrying me?"
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engagement
love
wedding
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Sophie Kinsella |
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d76d8ac
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How could she trust this man, so imprecise with his words, to take care of the burial? To say there had been a loss was ludicrous; one lost a shoe or a pair of keys. You did not suffer the death of a child and say there was a loss. There was a catastrophe. A devastation. A hell.
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grief
loss
love
sad
sadness
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Jodi Picoult |
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"It was our passion for words and our ardent desire to write that drew me and Michael together, and the same that drove us apart. Michael wanted to be a great playwright, like the former master Moliere. He had high ambitions and scorned what I wrote as frivolous and feminine. 'All these disguises and duels and abductions,' he said contemptuously, one day a year or so after our affair began, slapping down the pile of paper covered with my sprawling handwriting. 'All these desperate love affairs. And you wish me to take you seriously.' 'I like disguises and duels.' I sat bolt upright on the edge of my bed. 'Better than those dreary boring plays you write. At least something happens in my stories.' 'At least my plays are about something.' 'My stories are about something too. Just because they aren't boring doesn't mean they aren't worthy.' 'What are they about? Love' He clasped his hands together near his ear and fluttered his eyelashes.' 'Yes, love. What's wrong with writing about love? Everyone longs for love.' 'Aren't there enough love stories in the world without adding to them? 'Isn't there enough misery and tragedy?' Michael snorted with contempt. 'What's wrong with wanting to be happy?
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love
writing
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Kate Forsyth |
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I am speaking of something deeper. I am speaking of everything a being can give another. This is what I offer you. I offer myself.
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love
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Jude Watson |
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I crave for love, everybody does . . . and I've never had a bloody crumb of it--and I've given so much love to people--I can really love people, I can, I let them walk over me--but nobody's ever loved me.
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iris-murdoch
love
sad
the-black-prince
unloved
unreciprocated-love
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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We expressed love for this dog by ... knowing without showing that we cared for him.
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dog
love
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Markus Zusak |