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Better, I thought, not to touch at all than to touch and bring hurt upon myself and others. Better to do nothing than to make a move and have it be the wrong one. But even deciding to not touch or to be nothing is a decision, Vanyel, and by deciding not to touch, so as to avoid hurt, I then hurt those who tried to touch me.
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loss
love
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Mercedes Lackey |
27e8734
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The only power she wanted over him was the power to make him happy. . . . She wanted them to be equal in their loving, not master and slave.
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love
power
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Mary Jo Putney |
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All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face...
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romance
love
self-pity
frustration
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Raymond E. Feist |
388c5b7
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I wonder if I'm being disloyal, if being with Didier means I'm forgetting about Jones. But every time I go in a drain, or past a church, I think of him. Every time I see a can of Coke, I think of Jones. And don't even start me on how I feel when I see department-store Santas. A girl doesn't forget a guy like Jones in a big hurry. Even ow, when none of us are front-page news any longer, he's always in my head. My name is Dodie. Doe - as in don't change a thing (well, a couple of things I'd change). Dee - as in delighted to have known you, Sebastian Worthington Jones. Dodie Farnshaw.
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love
dodie
jones
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Gabrielle Williams |
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But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine.
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depression
love
mania
mental-illness
mental-health
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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I use your love as a man burns a candle, burns it away, to light his steps.
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friendship
love
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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I was conscious, then, of a different ache, deeper and more sharp than the feeling of bereavement that a hangover will sometimes uncover in the heart.
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love
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Michael Chabon |
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He had slept next to her for thirty-six years, and the mattress felt different without her weight, however slight, and without the rhythm of her breath the dark had no measure. There were times he woke feeling cold from the lack of the heat that once came from between her thighs and behind her knees. He might have even called her, if he could have momentarily forgotten that he already knew everything she could possibly say.
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marriage
love
sleeping-together
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Nicole Krauss |
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Almost all the time, you tell yourself you're loving somebody when you're just using them.
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love
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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I was very invested in love but it was just this long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it's about getting off.
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sex
illusion
relationship
love
investment
moment
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Chuck Palahniuk |
f95d27c
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Together they will spend a happy hour seated side by side..., while Ivy's tender hand guides Duffy's as he traces out laboriously, in pencil, over and over until he has them off pat, the magic letters of his name. More than the wedding itself, that little ceremony there under the lamp, all silent save for the soft scratching of graphite on paper, will mark the true beginning of their life together.
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love
wedding
letters
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John Banville |
35297b5
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You are not by any manner of means the sort of woman I am in search of as a wife, and I am in a totally different universe from the husband you hope to find. But I feel a powerful urge to kiss you, for all that.
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marriage
passion
romance
love
regency-romance
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Mary Balogh |
5eba4be
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She bit her lower lip hard and blinked her eyes. There was such wistfulness and longing in his voice. Oh, she was going to give him back his eyes, or the next best thing, if it took her the rest of her life to do it.
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romantic
love
sentimental
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Mary Balogh |
a0c2338
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"The Church makes no man less free than he was before. But we chiefly value freedom in order to give it away; every man who loves surrenders his freedom, whether his passion be the love of a woman, the love of a cause, or the love of God. . . Hence: "Thy will be done on earth as it is in Heaven. Everyone wants the things that only a love of God will bring to him, but most men today seek them in the wrong places. That is why no one comes to God without a revolution of the spirit; he must stop seeking his good in Godlessness."
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goodness
love
godlessness
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Fulton J. Sheen |
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"By journey's end the brides were much better acquainted with their grooms and more or less pleased with the matches. Sybil Bingham wrote in her diary, thanking God for answering her prayer for filling "the void" with a husband like Hiram, a "treasure rich and undeserved." Having read his insufferable memoir, "A Residence of Twenty-one Years in the Sandwich Islands", all I can say is: I'm happy for her?"
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marriage
humor
love
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Sarah Vowell |
383fe53
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A slow nature such as Maurice's appears insensitive, for it needs time even to feel. Its instinct is to assume that nothing either for good or evil has happened, and to resist the invader. Once gripped, it feels acutely, and its sensations in love are particularly profound. Given time, it can know and impart ecstasy; given time, it can sink to the heart of Hell.
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love
lgbt
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E.M. Forster |
59e5eb5
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Thus the Government of our Virtue was broken and I exchang'd the Place of Friend for that unmusical harsh-sounding Title of Whore.
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love
innocence
sexuality
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Daniel Defoe |
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"Constantly falling back into an old trap, before I am even fully aware of it, I find myself wondering why someone hurt me, rejected me, or didn't pay attention to me. Without realizing it, I find myself brooding about someone else's success, my own loneliness, and the way the world abuses me. Despite my conscious intentions, I often catch myself daydreaming about becoming rich, powerful, and very famous. All of these mental games reveal to me the fragility of my faith that I am the Beloved One on whom God's favor rests. I am so afraid of being disliked, blamed, put aside, passed over, ignored, persecuted, and killed that I am constantly developing strategies to defend myself and thereby assure myself of the love I think I need and deserve. And in so doing I move far away from my father's home and choose to dwell in a "distant country," (pp. 41 & 42)."
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love
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Henri J.M. Nouwen |
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She'll be willing to meet someone who can hold her interest for more than a few months, and that guy will teach her about domestic deepenings, the modest reliable thrill of the familiar, which as almost everyone but Liz knows has been the way of human happiness since humanity was born.
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love
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Michael Cunningham |
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He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
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sex
romantic
romance
beauty
love
female
nudity
face
feminine
sweet
sexy
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
c254671
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How little it takes to make a young girl happy! A pretty dress, sunshine, and somebody opposite, and they are blest.
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happiness
life
love
pretty-little-things
naivete
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Louisa May Alcott |
59630c1
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I stare down into her eyes, smoky and glistening in the light stealing through the window. Eyes you can fall into and keep falling. She isn't the mother of my son, she isn't my wife, we haven't made a life together, but I love her all the same, and not jsut the version of Daniela that exists in my head, in my history. I love the physical woman underneath me in this bed here and now, wherever this is, because it's the same arrangement of matter--same eyes, same voice, same smell, same taste... It isn't married-people lovemaking that follows. We have fumbling, groping, backseat-of-the-car, unprotected-because-who-gives-a-fuck, protons-smashing-together sex.
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sex
love
mate
partner
wife
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Blake Crouch |
bda738e
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We leave this life the same way that we enter it, totally alone, bereft.
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marriage
science
love
parallel-universes
thriller
children
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Blake Crouch |
3cb0320
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Knowing and thinking exist for the sake of love -- for the sake of building people up in faith. Thinking that produces pride instead of love is not true thinking.
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love
thinking
pride
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John Piper |
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"I do love you." He said it suddenly, raising his head so his black eyes could meet her startled green ones. "I mean it, Shea. I do not just need you, I love you. I know everything about you, I have been in your head, shared your memories, shared your dreams and your ideas. I know you think I need you and that is why I am with you, but it is much more than that. I love you." He grinned unexpectedly, traced her lower lip with the tip of a finger. "What is more, I know you love me. You hide it from yourself, but I found it in a little corner, tucked away in your mind." Shea stared up at the teasing smile on his face, then pushed at the solid wall of his chest. "You're making that up." Jacques moved off her, then reached down to pull her to her feet. His clothes were scattered everywhere, and he made no move to retrieve them. Shea's shirt was still hanging open, and her jeans were down around her ankles. Blushing, she pulled them up. His hands stayed hers, preventing her from fastening them. "Do not bother, Shea. The pools are just ahead." He walked a few feet, then looked back over his shoulder. "I did not make it up, and I know you are staring at my backside." Shea tossed her mane of red hair so that it flew in all directions. "Any woman in her right mind would stare at your particular backside, so you don't need to add that to your arrogant list of virtues. And stay out of my mind unless you're invited." She was staring, but she couldn't help it. He was so beautifully masculine. Jacques reached behind him and captured her hand, lacing their fingers together. "But I find the most interesting things in your mind, my love. Things you do not have any intention of telling me."
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love
jacques-and-shea
staring
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Christine Feehan |
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Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.
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loss
love
heartache
incest
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V.C. Andrews |
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We all have to love you, and believe in you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us.
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trust
love
mothers
see
look
sight
parents
looking
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V.C. Andrews |
4fcd2fe
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"The bride waits here," she said, running her hands along her hair, taking in her image but seeming to drift away. "This is the moment you think about what you're doing. Who you're choosing. Who you will love. If it's right, Eddie, this can be such a wonderful moment." --
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marriage
thoughts
magic
relationship
love
wedding
reflection
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Mitch Albom |
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He ran from her suddenly, swift and quiet like a mountain cat among the high peeks of Eld mountain. She watched him dive in among the trees, and the autumn winds shoke suddenly at his heels. She sad down on a fallen trunk and dropped her head among the knees. A great soft warmth shiled her from the wind, and she looked up and saw into Gules Lyons quiet, golden eyes. What is it, white one? She knelt suddenly and flung his arms around the great mane, and burried her face against him. I wish that I had wings and could fly and fly and never come back. What has troubled you, Orams powerful child? What can trouble you? What can such a small one as Coren of Sirle say to touch you? For a long moment she did not answer. And then she said, her fingers tight around the gold tangeled fur. He has taken my heart and offered it back to me. And I thought he was harmless.
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sorrow
love
magical-stories
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Patricia A. McKillip |
032250c
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You--cannot ever be certain of those you love--that they will not hurt you, even loving you. But to make me certain to love you, will be to take away any love I might give you freely.
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love
freedom-to-love
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Patricia A. McKillip |
50c9c70
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I did not know, until then, that you could disappear into someone's gaze, that bone and heart and breath could melt like shadow into light, until only light was left.
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love
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Patricia A. McKillip |
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This is a story of eternal love, which is born among the ices but which is soon mixed with dreams of death and of a new dawn. The first heroes were those who surrendered themselves to the holocaust of love. As they died, they caught a last glimpse of the City of Dawn and felt for the last time the milky lightning of the moon.
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love
moon
miguel-serrano
jung
eternal-love
lightning
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Miguel Serrano |
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...continue to love each other, something I discover is not an automatic state but must be worked at, like an ever-changing tactical problem, though I would never describe it that way to my beloved
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love
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Garth Nix |
0963391
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"Halfway to the house Stan stopped and turned to Jane. He put his hands on her shoulders and drew her toward him. "I'm glad we're going steady," he whispered. "So am I."
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fiction
romance
love
fifteen
girl
dating
teen
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Beverly Cleary |
8529d0a
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IF YOU ASK ME A PERSON DOESNT GET ENOUGH SURPRISES IN A LIFE TIME.
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love
surprise
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James Patterson |
b5c396d
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"I look down, and I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: "Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to 'Point zero of the roads of France.' In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured." St. Clair clears his throat. "It's the beginning of everything." I look back up. He's smiling. "Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come."
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love
paris
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Stephanie Perkins |
4003170
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"He repeated it carefully, pausing for effect. " 'Love is the only rational act."
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repeat
love
pause
only
rational
wise
effect
careful
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Mitch Albom |
dce2077
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"So why did he do it?" Cricket rakes a hand through his hair. "For the same reason everyone makes mistake. He fell in love."
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romance
love
lola-and-the-boy-next-door
lola-nolan
mistakes
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Stephanie Perkins |
0a1f1e7
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How many others are out there? How many other lives are hidden, and hearts are seeking? How many would give anything in the world to be held by the person they love?
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love
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Rachel Simon |
9ddb79d
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Not always getting what you want, but sometimes getting what you need.
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winter
life
love
my-true-love-gave-to-me
first-kiss
christmas
holiday
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Stephanie Perkins |
1ee3893
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Things are not always how they seem.
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|
winter
life
love
my-true-love-gave-to-me
first-kiss
christmas
holiday
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Stephanie Perkins |
38c9be7
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If you like someone, you should have to make an effort.
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|
winter
life
love
my-true-love-gave-to-me
first-kiss
christmas
holiday
|
Stephanie Perkins |
ac7c66b
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The chilling thought occurred to me that breaking up with someone you love to criticize might be the only way to save yourself from becoming unlovable
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humor
love
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Bob Smith |
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La sua vita era ancora troppo breve, per sapere che non c'e cosa piu imminente dell'impossibile, e che quanto dobbiamo sempre prevedere e l'imprevisto.
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life
love
unexpected
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Victor Hugo |
d4aea0b
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Lavorava per vivere; poi, sempre per vivere, poiche anche il cuore ha fame, amo.
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love
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Victor Hugo |
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Where would the shout of love begin, if not from the summit of sacrifice? Oh my brothers, this is the junction between those who think and those who suffer; this barricade is made neither of paving stones, nor of timbers, nor of iron; it is made of two mounds, a mound of ideas and a mound of sorrows. Here misery encounters the ideal. Here day embraces night, and says: I will die with you and you will be born again with me. From the heavy embrace of all desolations springs faith. Sufferings bring their agony here, and ideas their immortality. This agony and immortality will mingle and make up our death. Brothers, whoever dies here dies in the radiance of the future, and we are entering a grave illuminated by the dawn.
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|
future
death
love
happy-martyrs
revolution
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Victor Hugo |
0f10c18
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Love is a fault; be it so. Fantine was innocence floating upon the surface of this fault.
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|
love
les-misérables
|
Victor Hugo |
b921ee0
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He thought her more beautiful than ever, with a beauty that was at once feminine and angelic, that wholeness of beauty that had moved Petrarch to song and brought Dante to his knees.
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romance
love
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Victor Hugo |
080c3c2
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"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."
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grief
loss
death
friendship
heart
love
dim
bulb
fluorescent
lobotomy
psychosurgery
explode
electricity
mental-hospital
depressing
tragic
empty
i-love-you
hospital
eyes
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Rebecca McNutt |
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Was there ever a great true love? Anyone who became the object of my obsession and not simply my affections?...I could not let myself become that unmindful. Isn't that what love is - losing your mind? You don't care what people think. You don't see your beloved's faults, the slight stinginess, the bit of carelessness, the occasional streak of meanness. You don't mind that he is beneath you socially, educationally, financially, and morally - that's the worst, I think, deficient morals.
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love
morals
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Amy Tan |
1fa243d
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When the anesthesia of love wears off, you suffer the pain of consequence.
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|
heartbreak
love
|
Amy Tan |
f5625fa
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All that time tying herself up in knots because she simply couldn't think of a good reason not to be with him
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heartbreak
love
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Chris Manby |
86ad6e3
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The professor was looking at Theodosia; he knew with resigned amusement that he was about to become the owner of the little dog. She wasn't going to ask, but the expression on her face was eloquent.
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love
rescue
pet-adoption
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Betty Neels |
94739bc
|
Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson-whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely
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love
melissa-de-la-cruz
natasha-kestal
ryan-wesson
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Melissa de la Cruz |
d8a2944
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Mark my words, Alex. You are a man whose future lies before him for all to marvel at one day. And you, Colonel Hamilton, are mine, and I am yours always.
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love
always
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Melissa de la Cruz |
4f734e4
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"Sounds like that happens to you a lot. Bet your girlfriend wasn't thrilled, though." She wasn't sure why she said it, but it came out before she could think. "Who said I have a girlfriend?" He said, raising his scarred eyebrow. His dark eyes crinkled. "No one," she said. " Well, I don't anymore, if anyone's interested." "Who's interested?" "Are you?" He looked her straight in the eye. "I could ask the same of you," she scoffed. "So what if I was? Interested, I mean." He shrugged. "It wouldn't be a surprise," she said. "I'm sure half the crew has a crush on me."
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love
girlfriend
natasha-kestal
ryan-wesson
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Melissa de la Cruz |
04b2e96
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Coming of queer age in the 1990s, to love queers was to love damage. To love damage was a path to loving yourself. ...Queers do not come out of the minefield of homophobia without scars. We do not live through out families' rejection of us, our stunted life options, the violence we've faced, the ways in which we've violated ourselves for survival, our harmful coping mechanisms, our lifesaving delusions, the altered brain chemistry we have sustained as a result of this, the low income and survival states we've endured as a result of society's loathing, unharmed. Whatever of theses wounds I didn't experience firsthand, my lovers did, and so I say that, for a time, it was not possible to have queer love that was not ins some way damaged or defined by damage sustained, even as it desperately fought through that damage to access, hopefully, increasingly frequent moments of sustaining, lifesaving love, true love, and loyalty, and electric sex.
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love
queer
pride
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Michelle Tea |
58c91fb
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"Well, I didn't really know what to say. So maybe I should say that I have thought about you and I like you, I like seeing you, I care for you and maybe I love you too. And the next time if you tell me you love me, I'll--" She stopped.
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fiction
love
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Colm Tóibín |
c682f6b
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Half the time he seems autistic, the rest of the time he's like a lizard jacked full of lithium and speed. These things do not promote love in most of us.
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love
autistic
lithium
lizard
speed
spider-jerusalem
politicians
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Warren Ellis |
7ee90fe
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He might've only been seventeen, but he knew he wanted Jenna in his life as long as he lived.
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romance
love
inspirational
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Karen Kingsbury |
0caed43
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And like that, the decades disappeared and the memory of that night came to life again. The way John had known it would. He didn't fight it, didn't work to stay in the here and now. If he was going to go back, then he wanted to relive it. All of it.
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love-quotes
family
love
inspirational
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Karen Kingsbury |
f0d940a
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"Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. "Contessa.God, Contessa." She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen."
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love
italian
queen
mafia
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Christie Ridgway |
4f08d8d
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"I told Seven the Bartender that true love is felonious. "Not if they're over eighteen," he said, shutting the till of the cash register. By then the bar itself had become an appendage, a second torso holding up my first. "You take someone's breath away," I stressed. "You rob them of the ability to utter a single word." I tipped the neck of the empty liquor bottle toward him. "You steal a heart." He wiped up in front of me with a dishrag. "Any judge would toss that case out on its ass." "You'd be surprised." Seven spread the rag out on the brass bar to dry. "Sounds like a misdemeanor, if you ask me." I rested my cheek on the cool, damp wood. "No way," I said. "Once you're in, it's for life."
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true-love
love
julia-romano
seven-the-bartender
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Jodi Picoult |
2e424ef
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It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.
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friendship
love
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Robin Hobb |
684f41b
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I lied to hurt you. For letting him be dead while you lived. For being loved by him more than he loved me! He loved you more than he ever loved any of the rest of us!
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sorrow
love
revelation
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Robin Hobb |
ea37cfb
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And there are the very special people in our lives who have the endless capacity to love us for all of our flaws.
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|
love
perfect
flaws
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Cecelia Ahern |
8d17d0b
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Life is hard, so what? It's hard for everyone, isn't it? Anyone who says it's easy is a liar.
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love
rosie
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Cecelia Ahern |
f06c345
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"I could never, I knew then, lose myself "in love." Margery had accused me of coldness, and she was right, but she was also wrong: For me, for always, the paramount organ of passion was the mind. Unnatural, unbalanced, perhaps, but it was true: Without intellect, there could be no love."
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|
passion
independence
romance
feminist
love
feminist-quotes
sherlock
intellect
mystery
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Laurie R. King |
9dff829
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Each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.
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romantic
romance
love
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Philip Pullman |
805c61c
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In my mind, I gave the woman gifts. I gave her a candle stub. I gave her a box of wooden kitchen matches. I gave her a cake of Lifebuoy soap. I gave her a ceilingful of glow-in-the-dark planets. I gave her a bald baby doll. I gave her a ripe fig, sweet as new wood, and a milkdrop from its stem. I gave her a peppermint puff. I gave her a bouquet of four roses. I gave her fat earthworms for her grave. I gave her a fish from Roebuck Lake, a vial of my sweat for it to swim in.
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mortality
love
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Lewis Nordan |
4bc0df9
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She refused at first, saying it would make a mockery of their love. She loved him too much to admit that what she thought of as unforgettable could ever be forgotten. Finally, of course, she did as he asked, but without enthusiasm. The notebooks showed it: they had many empty pages, and the entries were fragmentary.
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|
love
fragmentary
unforgettable
pages
forgotten
mockery
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Milan Kundera |
fe46651
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Es que hasta la alegria que produce la presencia del hombre a quien se ama se siente mejor a solas. Si la presencia fuera de el continua, solo estaria presente en su constante transcurrir. Detenerla solo es posible en los ratos de soledad
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|
solitude
love
soledad
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Milan Kundera |
ef7b4dc
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Good food, fresh water, and an occasional sweet and someone to care for. That's what everyone should have. A simplistic and unrealistic view I knew, but it soothed me.
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love
kiki
minimalism-essentials
sweets
yelena-zaltana
water
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Maria V. Snyder |
22772e1
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And so he set about restoring them, using the tricks he had learned over the years. He went to them, speaking to each of them in tones so low that none of the others could hear, getting their names, gently touching them, asking about their pains, their fears, gently eliciting their stories, reminding them of why they had run in the first place.
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love
stories
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David Bradley |
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And how can you say I love you to someone you love? I rolled onto my side and fell asleep next to her. Here is the point of everything I have been trying to tell you, Oskar. It's always necessary. I love you, Grandma.
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love
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Jonathan Safran Foer |
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Deeds of heroism are wrought here more than those of romance, when, defying torture, and braving death itself, the fugitive voluntarily threads his way back to the terrors and perils of that dark land, that he may bring out his sister, or mother, or wife.
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heroism
slavery
risk
love
fugitive-slave
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Harriet Beecher Stowe |
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Love is not for the undepilated.
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love
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Alice Munro |
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My best friend has warned me to stay away. Violet, a girl raised by the Terror, has warned me to stay away, but even after digesting her advice, knowing the rumors and experiencing what I have, I can't leave. The bandage on Razor's arm and the cuts and bruises along his side testify to how dangerous his life is, but with one long look into those beautiful eyes , I know that I'm a lost cause to logic. I've already fallen in love.
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young-adult
romance
love
katie-mcgarry
first-love
falling-in-love
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Katie McGarry |
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My body rocks as if Isaiah used a defibrillator on my chest. He loves me. His words gain traction in my head...he loves me. My heart patters faster and faster. Not because of anxiety but because of hope. Gathering air into my lungs, I rest my head against his shirt, which is wet with my tears. His heart has a slow, steady beat. One that never panics. One that is always strong.
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heart
love
without-you
who-i-am
strong
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Katie McGarry |
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What did I know about love? All I knew was that I couldn't get Echo Emerson out of my mind. No doubt, I wanted her. I couldn't rid my mind of images of her body writhing in pleasure against mine. That siren voice whispering my name. But she appealed to me in more than a physical way. I loved her smile, the light in her eyes when she laughed, and damn if she couldn't keep up with me.
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love
thinking-about
noah-hutchins
siren
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Katie McGarry |
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I know who I want to be and I want you by my side as I become that person.
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love
growing-up
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Katie McGarry |
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"March 22, 2014 I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I thought I could run from this woman, but she continues to chase me. In my mind, my heart, she's always there. An entire bottle of whiskey can't drown out her voice. I wake up each morning hoping it will finally be the day that I get over her. But then night falls and memories of her begin to torture me until sleep is no longer an option. Each night I fall into this abyss of nothingness, feeling only the emptiness of not having her beside me. I have found the truth in the lies I told myself. I slept with another woman, all the while wishing it was her and I still went through with it. What a fool I was. I still long to feel the satisfaction I was supposed to have felt that night. I still long to feel the freedom I'd hoped to gain from seeking refuge in the arms of another woman. But I'll never be free of her. It will take an eternity to break out of these shackles. For one month, ONE month I couldn't keep my dick in my pants and yet for two years I haven't even so much as looked at another woman. I've remained completely faithful to a memory. Devoted to her smile. Committed to her ever-changing green eyes. I have read through the past entries in this journal and I noticed that I have never used her name. As if inking it would somehow solidify the feelings I think I've always felt.
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romance
heartbreak
love
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Jacqueline Francis - The Journal |
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We're like the couple on the sitcom that has good sparks but never get together for the sake of ratings.
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funny
humor
love
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Aimee Bender |
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...But although the rules are vague And widely disregarded now Some precepts remain: live with love - That is a rule we all can understand; Forgive those who need forgiveness, Which I think is everybody, more or less; Be kind - that, perhaps, is first and foremost In any postmodern, new-fangled Code we devise for ourselves; Yes, be kind: love one another, And most of all tend with gentleness The small patch of terra firma That is allocated to each of us...
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angus-lordie-s-poems
how-to-live
love
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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She brought a chair into the room and placed it alongside the top of his bed. Then she held his hand as he drifted off to sleep. It was so small in her own hand, and it felt warm and dry. She pressed his hand gently, and his fingers returned the pressure, but only just, as he was almost asleep by then. She remembered, but not very well, what it was to fall asleep holding the hand of another; how precious such an experience, how fortunate those to whom it was vouchsafed by the gods of Friendship, or of Love. She thought she had forgotten that, but now she remembered.
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friendship
love
parenting
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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Lord, help me to have Your love and forgiveness in my heart. Enable me to live in peace, tranquility, simplicity, and good health. In Jesus name I pray. Amen.
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heart
love
pray
peace
wholeness
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Stormie Omartian |
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Lord, Your Word is a love letter to me, showing me how much You love me. And every time I read it, I love You more.
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love
praise
word
lord
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Stormie Omartian |
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I think that she is everything I have ever loved about our religion distilled down to fit into one person, everything about the faith that is both selfless and responsible.
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responsibility
religion
love
selflessness
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Ann Patchett |
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I do not mind when you tell me what you want and put that first instead of last.
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love
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John Scalzi |
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I have found that sometimes when a person gives up on 'humankind' they can often find trust and love in animal kind. Andre Chevalier
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depression
humanity
trust
love
trust-issues
giving-up
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Nikki Sex |
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Sex is an act of pleasure and an expression of love. How better to communicate one's deepest feelings than without the clumsy use of words? -- Andre Chevalier
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sex
love
feelings-of-love
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Nikki Sex |
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Where does love go when it dies? Into flowers and other beautiful things? Back out into the universe to be recycled?
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love
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Marian Keyes |
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It actually felt harder, not easier, to be with people. The toughest challenge was my face; maintaining a 'normal' expression was utterly exhausting.
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moving-on
life
love
wife
sad
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Marian Keyes |
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If we don't stick up for the ones we love, then what are we good for? Professor Russell
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love
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Sophie Kinsella |
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How much misery . . . how much needless despair has been caused by a series of biological mismatches, a misalignment of the hormones and pheromones? Resulting in the fact that the one you love so passionately won't or can't love you. As a species we're pathetic in that way: imperfectly monogamous. If we could only pair-bond for life, like gibbons, or else opt for total guilt-free promiscuity, there'd be no more sexual torment. Better plan - make it cyclical and also inevitable, as in the other mammals. You'd never want someone you couldn't have.
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sex
love
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Margaret Atwood |
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Iki saatlik yasam iki sayfalik bir yazidan daha iyidir diye emin olmayin. Yazi yoksuldur ama daha temizdir.
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love
mektup
yazı
milena
okumak
kafka
hayat
letter
kitap
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Franz Kafka |
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Non spaventarti se senti le mie labbra sul collo, non volevo baciarti, e soltanto amore impacciato.
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love
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Franz Kafka |
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Milena lutfen bana yardim edin! Soyleyebildiklerimden daha da fazlasini anlamaya calisin.
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love
milena
kafka
letter
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Franz Kafka |
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He was kind, he was single, he was vulnerable, he made her laugh (not always intentionally, true, but often enough). Every time she saw him, he seemed to have become a little more handsome.
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love
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Nick Hornby |
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He was a story at least, even if he never became anything else.
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relationships
love
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Nick Hornby |
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Let me have your abyss.
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love
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Wisława Szymborska |
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Of all the women he knew, she had meant the most; and was the one person in his life he felt he had missed, in some ways.
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women
life
love
he-knew
his-life
love-of-his-life
meant-the-most
one-person
only-love
missed
felt
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Larry McMurtry |
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I love the way he smelled whenever his head dipped close to hear what I was saying--like the sun striking th cheek of a tomato, or soap drying in the hood of a car. I loved the way his hand felt on my spine. I loved.
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love
reminiscing
nostalgia
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Jodi Picoult |
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"Amphora," he murmured against the wide, sweet curve of her lips. His hands slid over the wide, sweet curve of her hips, cupping smoothness cool and solid, timeless and graceful as the swell of ancient pottery, promising abundance. "Like a Grecian vase. God, you've got the most beautiful arse!" "Jug-butt, huh?"
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humor
love
arse
butt
drums-of-autumn
grecian
jug
diana-gabaldon
hips
outlander
ass
lips
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Diana Gabaldon |
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He was generally aware that he had been blessed in her beauty; even in her usual homespun, knee-deep in mud from her garden, or stained and fierce with the blood of her calling, the curve of her bones spoke to his own marrow, and those whisky eyes could make him drunk with a glance. Besides, the mad collieshangie of her hair made him laugh.
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love
fierycross
clairefraser
jamiefraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
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She had to strive to make every thought obedient to the love of Christ whatever violent feelings churned within her. She had to take her every thought captive to the obedience of Christ and leave no room for anger and jealousy and thoughts of revenge.
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jealousy
revenge
love
obedient
christ
thought
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Francine Rivers |
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However this child was conceived, God will be the Father. My baby won't enter the world unloved or unwanted. If I can't feel a full measure of joy, I know the Lord will.
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love
father
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Francine Rivers |
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On the contrary, having the amiable vanity which knits us to those who are fond of us, and disinclines us to those who are indifferent, and also a good grateful nature, the mere idea that a woman had a kindness towards him spun little threads of tenderness from out his heart towards hers.
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friendship
love
intimacy
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George Eliot |
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Naw, I say. Mr ____, can tell you, I don't like it at all. What is it to like? He git up on you, heist your nightgown round your waist, plunge in. Most times I pretend I ain't there. He never know the difference. Never ast me how I feel, nothing. Just do his business, get off, go to sleep. She start to laugh. Do his business, she say. Do his business. Why, Miss Celie. You make it sound like he going to the toilet on you. That's what it feel like, I say. She stop laughing.
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rape
sex
humour
relationship
love
direspect
sexual-abuse
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Alice Walker |
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You must remind me, little one. When I... when I lose myself - when I lose her - you must remind me that I am still searching, still waiting... that I have never forgotten her, never turned from all she taught me. I sit in this place... I sit... because a king has to sit, you see... but in my mind, in my poor mind, I am always away with her....
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love
memory
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Peter S. Beagle |
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Nor did he think of Celia any more, though he could sometimes remember having dreamt of her. If only he had been able to think of her, he would not have needed to dream of her.
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love
regret
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Samuel Beckett |
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The spiritual and the physical had been blended in us with a perfection that must remain incomprehensible to the matter-of-fact, crude, standard-brained youngsters of today. Long after her death I felt her thoughts floating through mine. Long before we met we had had the same dreams.
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loss
love
young-love
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Vladimir Nabokov |
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Just bear a passing resemblance to a fictional romantic trope I like and I will love you forever. We're all just trying to find the Mark Darcy of our workplace, aren't we?
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relationships
love
soulmates
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Mindy Kaling |
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She understood perfectly that when the object of anticipation becomes paramount, trouble begins to lurk like a panther.
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love
panthers
trouble
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Richard Ford |
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Looking at her, thinking of her transported him, which struck him as vile because now it was hard for him not to despise the icy serenity of their earlier relations. And he knew that he should not love her, for she had been someone else whom he was supposed to love differently. -What is loneliness? Does the lonely space between two rocks vanish when spanned by a spider web?
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love
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William T. Vollmann |
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The path of true love never ran smooth. More likely you ran out of gas, blew a tire, and hit the wall before you crossed the finish line.
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true-love
love
problems
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Erin McCarthy |
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He was familiar enough with pleasure to know it might become jaded or reluctant; but joy was literally foreign to him, a word he would never easily pronounce, an exhilaration that had some other reckless nationality. For this reason, Caro's wholeness in love, her happiness in it, made her exotic.
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love
pleasure
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Shirley Hazzard |
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Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.
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jealousy
love
salman-rushdie
the-satanic-verses
jealous
fighting
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Salman Rushdie |
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"Why do they lie?" she asked herself aloud. "They say time makes losing someone you loved easier to deal with, but it only makes it worse."
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mourning
time
grief
loss
love
bereavement
saying
death-dying
death-of-a-friend
deal
death-of-a-loved-one
worse
ask
lie
easy
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Rebecca McNutt |
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"What are you doing?" Alecto asked in surprise, stepping back. Laughing brightly, she dragged him towards the greenhouse, the shattered glass reflecting rainbows as brilliant as a million Kodak flashcubes, glittering as they were cascaded through the breeze. "See, don't be afraid of the glass, it can't hurt us," Mandy laughed, spectacularly eccentric, her eyes reflecting the fallen glass. "I wasn't afraid of the glass, but this isn't a very secluded place that you just decided to vandalize," Alecto cautioned, smiling despite his words. Before Mandy could reply, she heard loud whispering in the air, behind the trees... it sounded like a group of people, all whispering in unison... "Somebody's out there," she exclaimed nervously. "Yeah, you're right," Alecto replied. Suddenly a sharp new vibrancy seemed to fill his eyes and he smiled coldly, taking the tree branch from Mandy and rapidly smashing in all of Mrs. Matthias' stained glass house windows with it. Blue, green, yellow, red, turquoise, purple and an array of other colors showered through the sky noisily, sounding like wind chimes and crashing waves. "They'll go away," he told her, glancing up at the sky. "...Alecto, do you like me?" Mandy questioned, holding out her arms like a lopsided scarecrow as the glass fell through her dark red hair. "Yeah, sure," he answered. "Will you be my friend, then? A real friend, not just another person who feels sorry for me?" Mandy asked. "...Alright, Mandy Valems," Alecto agreed."
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depression
fun
friends
funny
friendship
love
colored
flashcube
greenhouse
scarecrow
stained-glass
vibrancy
wind-chimes
kodak
cape-breton
nova-scotia
glitter
cut
air
whispering
yellow
waves
best-friends
sorry
green
sharp
vandalism
blue
canada
glass
growing-up
red
shatter
trees
noir
friend
house
smile
children
crashing
noise
nostalgia
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Rebecca McNutt |
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He plainly perceived this truth, the basis of his life henceforth, that so long as she should be alive, so long as he should have her with him, he should need nothing except for her, and fear nothing save on her account.
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love
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Victor Hugo |
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I like this marriage thing, because it's the best of all of us. We get to be the whole meal. The appetizer, the entree, the luxurious dessert... And yes, the peas and the carrots.
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marriage
love
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Cassie Mae |
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Catherine on her relationship with Kenneth (and a great quote in the wake of International Women's Week - and remember this is written by a male author even if it's put in the mouth of a woman): 'And what did I do, only slip my hand inside his own and say that maybe he should hold my hand instead for a while, and I can see the look on his face even to this day. The shock and the desire. Oh, I loved the power I had over him! The power I could sense in myself! You won't understand this but it's something that every girl realizes at some point in her life, usually when she's around fiteen or sixteen. Maybe it's even younger now. That she has more power than every man in the room combined, because men are weak and governed by their desires and their desperate need for women but women are strong. I've always believed that if women could only collectively harness the power that they have then they'd rule the world. But they don't. I don't know why. And for all their weakness and stupidity, men are smart enough to know that being in charge counts for a lot. They have that over us at least.' (p. 561-562)
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sex
love
men-as-weak
women-s-strength
men-and-women
power
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John Boyne |
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Love is like recognition. It's the moment when you catch sight of someone and you think There is someone I have business with in this life. There is someone I was born to know.
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fate
love
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Daniel Abraham |
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It was that wisdom to us when it can no longer do any good
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youth
love
wisdom
too-late
old
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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The act was an exorcism of relief for Florentino Ariza, for when he put the violin back into its case and walked down the dead streets without looking back, he no longer felt that he was leaving the next morning but that he had gone away many years before with the irrevocable determination never to return.
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sadness
love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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But the lucidity of her old age allowed her to see, and she said so many times, that the cries of children in their mothers' wombs are not announcements of ventriloquism or a faculty for prophecy but an unmistakable sign of an incapacity for love.
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love
unable-to-love
birth
children
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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"Merikes phores ton sunantouse okhi san phantasma, para olozontano, opou pragmatika tes eleipe. Ten entharrune e bebaioteta pos ekeinos briskotan ekei, zontanos akoma, alla khoris tes antrikes tou idiotropies, khoris tis patriarkhikes tou apaiteseis, khoris ten exantletike anagkaioteta na ton agapaei me ten idia teletourgia apo parakaira philia kai truphera logia me ta opoia ekeinos ten agapouse. Giati tote ton katalabaine kalutera ap' oti otan etan zontanos, katalabaine ten agonia tou erota tou, te biasune tou na brei s' ekeine ten asphaleia pou edeikhne pos etan to sterigma tes demosias zoes tou kai pou sten pragmatikoteta pote den eikhe. Mia mera, sten pio megale apognose, ekeine tou eikhe phonaxei: "De blepeis poso dustukhismene eimai". Ekeinos eikhe bgalei ta gualia, me mia polu dike tou kinese, khoris na tarakhtei, ten plemmurise me ta diaphana nera ton paidikon tou mation kai me mia mono phrase erixe pano tes olo to baros tes anupophores sophias tou: "Na thumasai panta pos to pio spoudaio s' ena gamo den einai e eutukhia, alla e statheroteta"."
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love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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"She made a visual inventory of the disaster and confirmed that the girl was curled up like a snail, her head hidden between her arms: terrified but intact. "My God!" Rosa Cabarcas exclaimed. "What I wouldn't have given for a love like this!"
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jealousy
love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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The love of minds should last beyond lives.
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love
minds
lives
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Don DeLillo |
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When I said these words, all the heat in my body seemed to rise to my face. I felt I might float up into the air, just like a piece of ash from a fire.
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feelings
love
fire
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Arthur Golden |
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"ysh`r lkthyrwn 'n llh kmn fy mkn sry ytSyd lhm l'khT. w'nhm Hlm ykhTy'wn fn s`dth tktml whw ySrkh lhm bzhw: "h qd 'wq`t bk".w'nh mntZr lysqTw fyqwl lhm:"'lm 'ql lk". nhm ynZrwn ly llh wk'nh lky'n lkwny ldhy ytSf blsdy@ wlnkd. wldhy ystmt` b'n yfshl khTTn. wdy'man m yjd lTrq lty yntqdn bh, wywjh bh lthmt ln.wyntqm mn. wlkn llh nfsh yqwl: "l'ny `rft l'fkr lty 'n mftkr bh `nkm, yqwl lrb, 'fkr slm l shr, l'`Tykm akhr@ wrj." (rmy 29:11) l ywjd mn yryd l'fDl wl'SlH lk 'kthr mn llh. l 'Hd y`lm m hw l'fDl lk. wlys hnk mn yj`lk ttmt` bls`d@ lHqyqy@ 'kthr mnh. llh l yrydk 'n tkhf mnh.nh yrydk 'n tsr` lyh, l 'n thrb mnh. fy lwq` ydhkr ln lktb lmqds 365 mr@ 'n llh yqwl :"l tkhf". wHd@ lkl ywm mn 'ym lsn@. fm ldhy tkhf mnh? l 'Hd mn y`rf m ldhy sywjhh khll l`m. lkn ymknn 'n n`rf 'n llh yHbn, w'n llh m`n, w'n llh ln ('y fy Sfn) . n lwHd mn mDfan ly llh ySbH Glby@ fy mwqf. fmn 'yn dhn ynb` khwfn mn llh? hnk mSdrn 'ssyn Dmyr mdhnb, wjhl bTby`@ llh. yqwl lktb lmqds : " l khwf fy lmHb@, bl lmHb@ lkml@ tTrH lkhwf l~ khrj l'n lkhwf lh `dhb. w'm mn khf flm ytkml fy lmHb@" (ywHn l'wly4:18) ldhnb yj`ln nsh`r b`dm l'mn."
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love
أمان
خوف
ذنب
محبة
safety
guilt
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Rick Warren |
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I believe his lies, so he believes mine.' She turns and looks at me straight on. 'That's how it goes at the end of love.
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lies
relationships
love
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Paul Murray |
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He sat down in his chair by the fire and began to chat, as was his habit before he and his wife parted to dress for dinner. When he was out during the day he often looked forward to these chats, and made notes of things he would like to tell his Mary. During her day, which was given to feminine duties and pleasures, she frequently did the same thing. Between seven and eight in the evening they had delightful conversational opportunities. He picked up her book and glanced it over, he asked her a few questions and answered a few...
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marriage
love
regard
courtesy
faithfulness
wife
communication
husband
respect
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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Preguntate que sientes y que te niegas a sentir.
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feelings
love
el-juego-de-ripper
ripper
sentimientos
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Isabel Allende |
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To his surprise, Jean kissed him. So often in the past, teasing, she had said she would, one day. Now she did, and it was a quick and fragrant touch to his lips that gave him courage and, even before he started out made him yearn to come back home.
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kiss
hope
love
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Lois Lowry |
b8fb3f8
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How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably?
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hate
love
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Zadie Smith |
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He was so close to her then that they owned every molecule of air in the tiny room and the air grew heavy with their desire and worked to move them together.
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love
desire
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Ann Patchett |
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After having been standing by the gate of the garden for a long time, Siddhartha realised that his desire was foolish, which had made him go up to this place, that he could not help his son, that he was not allowed to cling him. Deeply, he felt the love for the run-away in his heart, like a wound, and he felt at the same time that this wound had not been given to him in order to turn the knife in it, that it had to become a blossom and had to shine.
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love
parenthood
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Hermann Hesse |
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He raised himself above her pallid face and kissed her on both closed eyes and thought: she thinks she is taking and does not know that she is giving; in her loneliness she has fled to me and does not suspect my loneliness.
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love
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Hermann Hesse |
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Man svarbu moketi myleti pasauli, neniekinti jo, nejausti neapykantos jam ir sau, zvelgti i ji, i save ir i visas butybes su meile, susizavejimu ir didzia pagarba.
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love
siddhartha
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Hermann Hesse |
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To be a bear and love a she-bear, that would not be such a bad life, and would, at least, be a far better one than to keep his reason and his thoughts, with all the rest that made him human, and yet live on alone, unloved, in sadness.
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They did not use the sonic stunners but the foray gun, the ancient weapon that fires a set of metal fragments in a burst. They shot to kill him. He was dying when I got to him, sprawled and twisted away from his skis that stuck up out of the snow, his chest half shot away. I took his head in my arms and spoke to him, but he never answered me; only in a way he answered my love for him, crying out through the silent wreck and tumult of his mind as consciousness lapsed, in the unspoken tongue, once, clearly, 'Arek!' Then no more. I held him, crouching there in the snow, while he died. They let me do that. Then they made me get up, and took me off one way and him another, I going to prison and he into the dark.
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love
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prison
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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An Odonian undertook monogamy just as he might undertake a joint enterprise in production, a ballet or a soap-works. Partnership was a voluntarily constituted federation like any other. So long as it worked, it worked, and if it didn't work it stopped being. It was not an institution but a function. It had no sanction but that of private conscience.
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love
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property
sci-fi
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