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76cf413
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But recalling how my ex had nasty BO after track practice never made me feel better. It seemed disingenuous to hold things against him that before I readily accepted as the price of love.
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love
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Daria Snadowsky |
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75781a1
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Trample! It was to be trampled on by men that I was born into this world. It was to share men's pain that I carried my cross.
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faith
love
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Shūsaku Endō |
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3c177ff
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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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3d4484f
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I suggest that we need a generation or two not of theory but of an attempt to discover the real phenomena of eros.
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friendship
love
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Allan Bloom |
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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
pride
thinking
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John Piper |
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8d58310
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Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.
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heartache
incest
loss
love
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V.C. Andrews |
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f5e456f
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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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0e4e81b
|
I had grazed along the surface of her actions and made deep judgments. Rejecting someone because you couldn't understand their love, that was a new one. The more I thought about it the longer the shadow of doubt stretched over all my conclusions. More often than not, things were as they seemed. But as I stared at her, she wasn't as bad looking as I had once thought. I realized how all this time I had seen her the wrong way, and how one's character affects one's appearance. Although she wasn't my type she was attractive. As I thought about her - the vulnerable intelligence, the violent honesty, and the fact that in the entire city she was the only one who took me in and fed me - she became more and more irresistible. Baited by an obscure beauty, trapped by an intense sorrow - all prior definitions had been overruled: this was love.
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love
new-york-city
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Arthur Nersesian |
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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 |
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28200b6
|
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 |
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22b7ec3
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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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4fcd2fe
|
"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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love
magic
marriage
reflection
relationship
thoughts
wedding
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Mitch Albom |
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c55b215
|
Outside, under the marquee of the hotel, he stood a moment as he did each night beneath the marquee of the Hotel Hyperion, while he decided what direction to take, what to do. And suddenly, realizing it was not the Hotel Hyperion, that the circumstances were quite different, he felt loneliness spring up like a dark forest all around him. The odd thing was, he felt no impulse to hurry after her, to find her somehow. What would he have to offer her except the history of weakness, loneliness, and inadequacy, the decline and fall of himself? He himself was the core of the loneliness around him, and its core was inadequacy. He was inadequate even in love.
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dark
decline
direction
fall
forest
history
hurry
impulse
inadequacy
loneliness
love
offer
weakness
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Patricia Highsmith |
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86a6f2a
|
"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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jacques-and-shea
love
staring
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Christine Feehan |
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2f09b4b
|
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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love
sadness
unloved
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Hermann Hesse |
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f7174c3
|
She lived in the dream world of unreality, or else she would not admit reality; he did not know. In any case, he loved her as she was. It might never be used, but it would give her pleasure to have it.
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coping
delusion
doom
last-days
love
post-apocalyptic
unreality
|
Nevil Shute |
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27e8734
|
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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26674ac
|
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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father
love
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Francine Rivers |
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91ed41e
|
Perhaps no one really knows us who does not know the way we laugh.
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laughter
love
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Valeria Luiselli |
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46d7df2
|
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
|
Nick Hornby |
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b862b1b
|
Tum asiklar gibi Baudlino da kibirli olmustu.
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love
|
Umberto Eco |
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99a4d02
|
...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
|
Alexander McCall Smith |
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38c9be7
|
If you like someone, you should have to make an effort.
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|
christmas
first-kiss
holiday
life
love
my-true-love-gave-to-me
winter
|
Stephanie Perkins |
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1ee3893
|
Things are not always how they seem.
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christmas
first-kiss
holiday
life
love
my-true-love-gave-to-me
winter
|
Stephanie Perkins |
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224105a
|
"Women understand that there are two distinct economies: There is physical attraction, and then there is the "ideal." When a woman looks at a man, she can physically dislike the idea of his height, his coloring, his shape. But after she has liked him and loved him, she would not want him to look any other way: For many women, the body appears to grow beautiful and erotic as they grow to like the person in it. The actual body, the smell, the feel, the voice and movement, becomes charged with heat through the desirable person who animates it. Even Gertrude Stein said of Picasso, "There was nothing especially attractive about him at first sight...but his radiance, an inner fire one sensed in him, gave him a sort of magnetism I was unable to resist." By the same token, a woman can admire a man as a work of art but lose sexual interest if he turns out to be an idiot. What becomes of the man who acquires a beautiful woman, with her "beauty" his sole target? He sabotages himself. He has gained no friend, no ally, no mutual trust: She knows quite well why she has been chosen. He has succeeded in buying a mutually suspicious set of insecurities. He does gain something: the esteem of other men who find such an acquisition impressive."
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feminism
love
our-shared-shelf
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Naomi Wolf |
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9ddb79d
|
Not always getting what you want, but sometimes getting what you need.
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|
christmas
first-kiss
holiday
life
love
my-true-love-gave-to-me
winter
|
Stephanie Perkins |
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6cef606
|
I know who I want to be and I want you by my side as I become that person.
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growing-up
love
|
Katie McGarry |
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da40904
|
He was a story at least, even if he never became anything else.
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love
relationships
|
Nick Hornby |
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3d77882
|
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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hope
kiss
love
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Lois Lowry |
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bafaa01
|
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
fire
love
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Arthur Golden |
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dce2077
|
"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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lola-and-the-boy-next-door
lola-nolan
love
mistakes
romance
|
Stephanie Perkins |
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538c457
|
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
|
Aimee Bender |
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7ee90fe
|
He might've only been seventeen, but he knew he wanted Jenna in his life as long as he lived.
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|
inspirational
love
romance
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Karen Kingsbury |
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dc77a97
|
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
love
relationships
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Paul Murray |
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0caed43
|
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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|
family
inspirational
love
love-quotes
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Karen Kingsbury |
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c936336
|
So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things. The way you get meaning into your life is to devote yourself to loving others, to your community around you, to creating something that gives you purpose and meaning.
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|
devote
important
life
live
love
meaning
purpose
wrong
|
Mitch Albom |
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b5c396d
|
"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
|
Stephanie Perkins |
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319bb2e
|
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
moraily
politics
property
relationships
sci-fi
women
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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5c5fc4f
|
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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|
fugitive
love
prison
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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f95d27c
|
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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|
letters
love
wedding
|
John Banville |
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a202347
|
But the truth is, the ten or twenty minutes I was somebody's mother were black magic. There is no adventure I would trade them for; there is no place I would rather have seen. -Thanksgiving in Mongolia, The New Yorker, November 18, 2013 Issue
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|
loss
love
miscarriage
motherhood
parenthood
|
Ariel Levy |
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715c9b5
|
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
|
Shirley Hazzard |
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b6058c7
|
I began to wonder if what makes men walk so lordlike and speak so masterfully is having the love of women. If that was it, Sarah and I would make lords of each other.
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|
lgbtqa
love
|
Isabel Miller |
|
6703150
|
I wonder if perfume could set a man drunk.
|
|
kilmeny-of-the-orchard
l-m-montgomery
love
perfume
|
L M Montgomery |
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194f760
|
I tended to be skeptical of anything that couldn't be measured, written down, and independently verified across a series of double-blind tests. But this was hard data. Lola's heart beat fastest for me.
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|
love
science
|
Max Barry |
|
4299a25
|
"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."
|
|
ask
bereavement
deal
death-dying
death-of-a-friend
death-of-a-loved-one
easy
grief
lie
loss
love
mourning
saying
time
worse
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
ea3e7c6
|
Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.
|
|
fighting
jealous
jealousy
love
salman-rushdie
the-satanic-verses
|
Salman Rushdie |
|
da9ecac
|
"To love somebody is not just a strong feeling -- it is a decision, it is a judgment, it is a promise," writes psychologist Erich Fromm. "If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever. A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision?"
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|
love
marriage
promises
|
Ada Calhoun |
|
d18b11c
|
But if love is not the cure, it certainly can act as a very strong medicine.
|
|
depression
love
mania
mental-health
mental-illness
|
Kay Redfield Jamison |
|
6f44317
|
There is on the earth no institution which Friendship has established; it is not taught by any religion; no scripture contains its maxims. It has no temple nor even a solitary column...However, out fates at least are social. Our courses do not diverge; but as the web of destiny is woven it is fulled, and we are cast more and more into the centre. Men naturally, though feebly, seek this alliance, and their actions faintly foretell it. We are inclined to lay the chief stress on likeness and not on difference, and in foreign bodies we admit that there are many degrees of warmth below blood heat, but none of cold above it.
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|
friendship
humanity
kinship
love
|
Henry David Thoreau |
|
de3efa9
|
"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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|
air
best-friends
blue
canada
cape-breton
children
colored
crashing
cut
depression
flashcube
friend
friends
friendship
fun
funny
glass
glitter
green
greenhouse
growing-up
house
kodak
love
noir
noise
nostalgia
nova-scotia
red
scarecrow
sharp
shatter
smile
sorry
stained-glass
trees
vandalism
vibrancy
waves
whispering
wind-chimes
yellow
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
080c3c2
|
"...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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|
bulb
death
depressing
dim
electricity
empty
explode
eyes
fluorescent
friendship
grief
heart
hospital
i-love-you
lobotomy
loss
love
mental-hospital
psychosurgery
tragic
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
cfbea94
|
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.
|
|
felt
he-knew
his-life
life
love
love-of-his-life
meant-the-most
missed
one-person
only-love
women
|
Larry McMurtry |
|
6d3d42a
|
There are different kinds of love, Sarah. I feel one kind of love for your father. A special kind. Another kind for Warren. And still a different kind for you children.' She smiled at me. 'Heaven rue the day we can't feel love for one another. I wouldn't want to live in such a world, would you?
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|
friendship
love
|
Ann Rinaldi |
|
15e2368
|
His heart and mine added a rhythm all their own. We turned and turned, and with every turning we breathed a little more quickly and held on a little more tightly, and when we came back to the place we started, we stopped dancing and stood with our arms around each other, holding on as if we would never let go, not if the sky fell and the whole world came to an end.
|
|
love
|
Juliet Marillier |
|
839bfe3
|
She understood perfectly that when the object of anticipation becomes paramount, trouble begins to lurk like a panther.
|
|
love
panthers
trouble
|
Richard Ford |
|
38cc531
|
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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|
love
marriage
sleeping-together
|
Nicole Krauss |
|
cfee359
|
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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|
desire
love
|
Ann Patchett |
|
a0c2338
|
"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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|
godlessness
goodness
love
|
Fulton J. Sheen |
|
6c7216c
|
Perfume counters in department stores, Holly Deblin smells of, the middle of July, and cinnamon Tic Tacs.
|
|
love
lovers
young-love
young-lovers
|
David Mitchell |
|
805c61c
|
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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|
love
mortality
|
Lewis Nordan |
|
7b5b71e
|
Such kindness wasn't a gift but a goad, scraping against one's skin like a yoke of thorns. She would have preferred him stiff, defensive, even offensive.
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|
kindness
love
men
pride
|
Lauren Willig |
|
f22160a
|
If we don't stick up for the ones we love, then what are we good for? Professor Russell
|
|
love
|
Sophie Kinsella |
|
dd665c6
|
For two nights Felicite never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she noticed that the child's face had gone yellow, the lips were turning blue, the nose looked sharper, and the eyes were sunken. She kissed them several times, and would not have been particularly surprised if Virginie had opened them again: to minds like hers the supernatural is a simple matter. She laid her out, wrapped her in a shroud, put her in her coffin, placed a wreath on her, and spread out her hair. It was fair and amazingly long for her age. Felicite cut off a big lock, half of which she slipped into her bosom, resolving never to part with it.
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|
love
superstition
|
Gustave Flaubert |
|
7dabf10
|
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.
|
|
friendship
love
parenting
|
Alexander McCall Smith |
|
7955164
|
Lies in meinen Augen, was ich dir nicht alles sagen kann.
|
|
love
soul-mates
|
Gotthold Ephraim Lessing |
|
e1bc187
|
"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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|
humor
love
marriage
|
Sarah Vowell |
|
f06c345
|
"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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|
feminist
feminist-quotes
independence
intellect
love
mystery
passion
romance
sherlock
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Laurie R. King |
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5b5a2aa
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When she had thus for a while struck the flint on her heart without getting a spark, incapable, moreover, of understanding what she did not experience as of believing anything that did not present itself in conventional forms she persuaded herself without difficulty that Charles's passion was nothing very exorbitant.
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lack-of-love
love
restlessness
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Gustave Flaubert |
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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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lgbt
love
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E.M. Forster |
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12cc84a
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Let me have your abyss.
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love
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Wisława Szymborska |
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bd1b0b4
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Most men and women born in the fifties or earlier were socialized to believe that marriages and/or committed romantic bonds of any kind should take precedence over all other relationships. Had I been evaluating my relationships from a standpoint that emphasized growth rather than duty and obligation, I would have understood that abuse irreparably undermines bonds. All too often women believe it is a sign of commitment, an expression of love, to endure unkindness or cruelty, to forgive and forget. In actuality, when we love rightly we know that the healthy, loving response to cruelty and abuse is putting ourselves out of harm's way.... Women who would no more tolerate a friendship in which they were emotionally and physically abused stay in romantic relationships where these violations occur regularly. Had they brought to these bonds the same standards they bring to friendship they would not accept victimization.
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bell-hooks
feminism
feminist
friendships-and-love
love
love-quotes
respect
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bell hooks |
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01dccdf
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In the Mars-and-Venus-gendered universe, men want power and women want emotional attachment and connection. On this planet nobody really has the opportunity to know love since it is power and not love that is the order of the day. The privilege of power is at the heart of patriarchal thinking. Girls and boys, men and women who have been taught this way almost always believe love is not important, or if it is, it is never as important as being powerful, dominant, in control, on top-being right. Women who give seemingly selfless adoration and care to the men in their lives appear to be obsessed with 'love,' but in actuality their actions are often a covert way to hold power. Like their male counterparts, they enter relationships speaking the words of love even as their actions indicate that maintaining power and control is their primary agenda.
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affection
bell-hooks
control
feminism
feminist
gender
love
love-quotes
manipulation
mars
men-are-from-mars
power
romance
venus
women-are-from-venus
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bell hooks |
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ee6025b
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"And here is love like a tinsmith's scoop sunk past its glean in the meal-bin. --"Sunlight"
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love
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Seamus Heaney |
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1fdaf2d
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His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. Beloved. He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool.
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|
death
fitz
fool
love
nighteyes
sorrow
together
whole
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Robin Hobb |
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a47cbc3
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She wears a freedom ring in one ear, you know, the earring that Chalcedean freed-slaves must purchase and wear to prove they have been granted their freedom. I asked her once if she had bought her freedom, or if it had belonged to her mother. She was quiet for a time, and then said it was a gift from her one true love.
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love
rache
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Robin Hobb |
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619b6dd
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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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beauty
face
female
feminine
love
nudity
romance
romantic
sex
sexy
sweet
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
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11b6adb
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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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christ
jealousy
love
obedient
revenge
thought
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Francine Rivers |
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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
naivete
pretty-little-things
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Louisa May Alcott |
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02919e3
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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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8dc3429
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"Accepting the presidency, Barack introduces "my best friend of sixteen years, the love of my life, Michelle Obama" and I think I will pass out. That, right there, is love in action."
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love
president
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Emma Forrest |
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5f35775
|
The mutual practice of giving and receiving is an everyday ritual when we know true love.
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love
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bell hooks |
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ef32482
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Meeks was telling him about the value of work. He said that it had been his personal experience that if you wanted to get ahead, you had to work. He said this was the law of life and it was no way to get around it because it was inscribed on the human heart like love thy neighbour. He said these two laws were the team that worked together to make the world go round and that any individual who wanted to be a success and win the pursuit of happiness, that was all he needed to know.
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love
work
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Flannery O'Connor |
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1dc2fd1
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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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life
love
moving-on
sad
wife
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Marian Keyes |
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c10a2ca
|
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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fc391a8
|
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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clairefraser
fierycross
jamiefraser
love
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Diana Gabaldon |
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b8fb3f8
|
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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d96f8a9
|
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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feelings-of-love
love
sex
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Nikki Sex |
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2056cbc
|
Milena lutfen bana yardim edin! Soyleyebildiklerimden daha da fazlasini anlamaya calisin.
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kafka
letter
love
milena
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Franz Kafka |
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9dff829
|
Each kiss was nearer to the last one of all.
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love
romance
romantic
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Philip Pullman |
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a8dc14a
|
The love of minds should last beyond lives.
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lives
love
minds
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Don DeLillo |
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982ddf2
|
One that society can't forgive, but I can.
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|
compassion
confess
forgivable
friendship
grace
healing
heartache
kindness
life
love
surrender
truth
unforgiven
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Dennis Lehane |
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37b81c0
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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
nostalgia
reminiscing
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Jodi Picoult |
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43b8eeb
|
"Gloria put a bowl of stew in Peter's hands. "Eat," she said. Peter raised the spoon to his lips. He chewed. He swallowed. It had been a long time since he had eaten anything besides tiny fish and old bread. And so when Peter had his first bite of stew, it overwhelmed him. The warmth of it, the richness of it, knocked him backward; it was as if a gentle hand had pushed him when he was not expecting it. Everything he had lost came flooding back: the garden, his father, his mother, his sister, the promises that he had made and could not keep. "What's this?" said Gloria Matienne. "The boy is crying." "Shhh," said Leo. He put his hand on Peter's shoulder. "Shhh. Don't worry, Peter. Everything will be good. All will be well. We will do together whatever it is that needs to be done. But for now, you must eat." Peter nodded. He raised his spoon. Again he chewed and swallowed, and again he was overcome. He could not help it. He could not stop the tears; they flowed down his cheeks and into the bowl. "It is a very good stew, Madam Matienne. he managed to say. "Truly, it is an excellent stew." --
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love
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Kate DiCamillo |
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cb64080
|
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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f6d2f79
|
Anja? What is to tell? Everywhere I look I'm seeing Anja... From my good eye, from my glass eye, if they're open or they're close, always I'm thinking on Anja.
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love
soul-mates
true-love
|
Art Spiegelman |
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7d1ce2c
|
"Equality today means "sameness" rather than "oneness"." --
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love
richfromm
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Erich Fromm |
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4a89113
|
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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b6df8ef
|
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
giving-up
humanity
love
trust
trust-issues
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Nikki Sex |
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e693ab1
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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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hayat
kafka
kitap
letter
love
mektup
milena
okumak
yazı
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Franz Kafka |
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43755c2
|
I denounce because though implicated and partially responsible, I have been hurt to the point of abysmal pain, hurt to the point of invisibility. And I defend because in spite of all I find that I love. In order to get some of it down I have to love... too much of your life will be lost, its meaning lost, unless you approach it as much through love as through hate.
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love
meaning
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Ralph Ellison |
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060e698
|
He stretched out on the bed and was suddenly struck by how utterly lonely he was.
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lonely
love
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Tim LaHaye |
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9aae6f0
|
Don't fasten on Dorothy. Only unanswerable longing lies down that road. Gone is gone.
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love
move-on
|
Gregory Maguire |
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5df25f8
|
"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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heartbreak
love
romance
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Jacqueline Francis - The Journal |
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a2bce5a
|
"He may care for her, though she really has been almost rude to him at times. But she! - why, Margaret would never think of him, I'm sure! Such a thing has never entered her head." "Entering her heart would do."
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love
victorian
|
Elizabeth Gaskell |
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6511c94
|
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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cec320c
|
"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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|
arse
ass
butt
diana-gabaldon
drums-of-autumn
grecian
hips
humor
jug
lips
love
outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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053d7df
|
"What about you, Snipes?" Dunbar asked. "You think there to be mountain lions up here or is it just folks' imaginings?" Snipes pondered the question a few moments before speaking. They's many a man of science would claim there aint because you got no irredeemable evidence like panther scat or fur or tooth or tail. In other words, some part of the animal in questions. Or better yet having the actual critter itself, the whole think kit and caboodle head to tail, which all your men of science argue is the best proof of all a thing exists, whether it be a panther, or a bird, or even a dinosaur." To put it another way, if you was to stub your toe and tell the man of science what happened he'd not believe a word of it less he could see how it'd stoved up or was bleeding. But your philosophers and theologians and such say there's things in the world that's every bit as real even though you can't see them." Like what?" Dunbar asked. Well," Snipes said. "They's love, that's one. And courage. You can't see neither of them, but they're real. And air, of course. That's one of your most important examples. You wouldn't be alive a minute if there wasn't air, but nobody's ever seen a single speck of it."
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courage
darkness
faith
love
philosophy
science
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Ron Rash |
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f4279bf
|
When a boy's first romantic interlude is with Pheobe the Dog-Faced Girl, he feels a need to get out into the world and find a new life.
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|
circus
dating
funny
girls
humor
life
life-experience
love
teenagers
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Annette Curtis Klause |
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8b00033
|
No matter how it seems now, I must confess: I loved him. I do not think that I will ever love anyone like that again. And this might be a great relief if I did not also know that, when the knife has fallen, Giovanni, if he feels anything will feel relief.
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|
declaration-of-love
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
love
never-again
one-and-only
one-true-love
relief
sad
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James Baldwin |
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b6ac903
|
"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
|
Gabriel García Márquez |
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f876f05
|
"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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4f08d8d
|
"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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julia-romano
love
seven-the-bartender
true-love
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Jodi Picoult |
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cff571a
|
For here you were, Big James, named for me--you were a big baby, I was not--here you were, to be loved. To be loved, baby, hard, at once, and forever, to strengthen you against the loveless world.
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black-history
love
loveless
strength
world
|
James Baldwin |
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b76510d
|
For marriage has nothing in common with love. marriage makes for security; love makes only for suffering. On the other hand, love could be so distilled, spun so fine as to implicate third and fourth persons, as to take up three or four exciting acts in a play.
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|
life
love
marriage
nobel-prize
quotes
|
Günter Grass |
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86283a8
|
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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|
birth
children
love
unable-to-love
|
Gabriel García Márquez |
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0236c5e
|
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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|
love
sadness
|
Gabriel García Márquez |
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1bef631
|
It was that wisdom to us when it can no longer do any good
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|
love
old
too-late
wisdom
youth
|
Gabriel García Márquez |
|
7e394b3
|
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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|
illusion
investment
love
moment
relationship
sex
|
Chuck Palahniuk |
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04b2e96
|
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
pride
queer
|
Michelle Tea |
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391cdd1
|
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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4f734e4
|
"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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|
girlfriend
love
natasha-kestal
ryan-wesson
|
Melissa de la Cruz |
|
d8a2944
|
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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|
always
love
|
Melissa de la Cruz |
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ad256da
|
Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person; it is an attitude, an orientation of character which determines the relatedness of a person to the world as a whole, not toward one 'object' of love. If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to the rest of his fellow men, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.
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|
humanism
love
relationship
|
Erich Fromm |
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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 |
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3c863e3
|
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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|
direspect
humour
love
rape
relationship
sex
sexual-abuse
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Alice Walker |
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59e5eb5
|
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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|
innocence
love
sexuality
|
Daniel Defoe |
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c92ee80
|
it is the responsibility of free men to trust and celebrate what is constant--birth, struggle, and death are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so--and to apprehend the nature of change, to be able and willing to change.
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|
death
love
|
James Baldwin |
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e57d1fe
|
My mother clutches at the collar of my shirt. I rub her back and feel her tears on my neck. It's been decades since our bodies have been this close. It's an odd sensation, like a torn ligament knitting itself back, lumpy and imperfect, usable as long as we know not to push it too hard.
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|
divakaruni
immigrant-experience
india
indian-american
love
mothers-and-daughters
novel
novel-in-stories
women-s-books
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Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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bdedffe
|
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
intimacy
love
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George Eliot |
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c7741a3
|
"It's my letter," she began. "I cannot make it right." "Come in, come in," the Prince said gently. "Maybe we can help you." She sat down in the same chair as before. "All right, I'll close my eyes and listen; read to me." " 'Westley, my passion, my sweet, my only, my own. Come back, come back. I shall kill myself otherwise. Yours in torment, Buttercup.' " She looked at Humperdinck. "Well? Do you think I'm throwing myself at him?" "It does seem a bit forward," the Prince admitted. "It doesn't leave him a great deal of room to maneuver."
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humor
letters
love
melancholy
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William Goldman |
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bdbdf53
|
She had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the nature of pain, and beneath the glory of her features, there was character, and a sure knowledge of suffering.
|
|
heartbreak
loss
love
melancholy
pain
sorrow
suffering
|
William Goldman |
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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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love
romance
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Victor Hugo |
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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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les-misérables
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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death
future
happy-martyrs
love
revolution
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Victor Hugo |
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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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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 |
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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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love
problems
true-love
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Erin McCarthy |
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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 |
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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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And he glanced down at Mercy beside him, and saw in her face such radiant goodness, such a calm certainty, that it seemed to him that if he could only be with her all his life, he should know a love, and happiness, and peace that he had never known before.
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everlasting-love
lasting-love
love
true-love
unconditional
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Edward Rutherfurd |
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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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love
soledad
solitude
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Milan Kundera |
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Michael doesn't flinch. 'You can't know,' he says quietly, 'how much you truly love something until it's gone.' 'That's not fair,' I say as I tremble. 'No one said it would be. He tests you, Benji, and he tests Calliel for a supremely simple reason. You are tested because if you aren't, how could you know what you believe in?'
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belief
faith
love
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T.J. Klune |
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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 |