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aa5d42c
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Lemties neimanoma izvelgti, nebent jei sapnuoji ar esi apsvaiges is meiles.
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fate
love
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John Irving |
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9761c8f
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Helping a woman make biscuits should not make a fellow this happy. But when the woman was the fellow's wife, and she smiled at him as if he were the noblest hero of her acquaintance--well, it couldn't be helped.
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husband
inspirational
love
marriage
relationship
romance
smiles
wife
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Karen Witemeyer |
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58fe886
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"Septimus: There is nothing more to be said about sexual congress.
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love
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Tom Stoppard |
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e850f11
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I go, but I always remember you.
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journey
love
memory
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Isabel Allende |
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ab36035
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i' don't really understand people who are in love . it's difficult to display your emotions.
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emotions-quotes
love
manga
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Ai Yazawa |
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ff44d29
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I used to think to myself that I was the last kind of person who should have a guardian angel, but then I realized that maybe my type of person is the kind who angels come to first.
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first
friends
friendship
guardian-angel
love
person
type
worth
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Rebecca McNutt |
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58e48a8
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"...My voice is stained with bloody light, and I see irises dry up at its touch; in my song I wear the finery of a white-faced clown. Love, sweet Love, hides under a spider. The sun, another spider, hides me under legs of gold. I will not find my fortune, for I am like Love himself,
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love
poetry
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Federico García Lorca |
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75ca163
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She very much feared that if she stayed with Maximus, this awful taint - this terribly wrong act - would, day by day, year by year, wear at her until she was no more than a ghost of her former self. She saw need when she looked into his eyes, but was there any love as well? Had she discarded Penelope's friendship for a man who didn't, in the end, truly care for her? For she loved him, she realized now, in this brightly lit garden, of all places, with his future wife, her , by her side. She loved Maximus totally and completely, with all of her bitter, broken heart, and she did not know if it was enough for the two of them.
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duty
honor
love
secret-lovers
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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9996840
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Harry has heard this before. Thelma's voice is dutiful and deliberately calm, issuing small family talk when both know that what she wants to discuss is her old issue, that flared up a minute ago, of whether he loves her or not, or why at least he doesn't need her as much as she does him. But their relationship at the start was established with her in pursuit of him, and all the years since, of hidden meetings, of wise decisions to end it and thrilling abject collapses back into sex, have not disrupted the fundamental pattern of her giving and his taking, of her fearing their end more than he, and clinging, and disliking herself for clinging, and wanting to punish him for her dislike, and him shrugging and continuing to bask in the sun of her love, that rises every day whether he is there or not. He can't believe it, quite, and has to keep testing her.
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disdain
disparity
love
rabbit-angstrom
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John Updike |
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af42735
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How much [vastly {immensely (unfathomably) tremendously}...] Anwar loves [t]his child. It continues to take him by surprise [even when she confounds him with the havoc of her room {for example} which she will proudly describe {defend!} as clean {those beautiful messes (beautiful even today)} even as {in the next moment} she will astonish Anwar with her fearless interest in life {despite the harrowing blows life continues to deliver her (and so delivers to Anwar...)}].
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love
parenting
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Mark Z. Danielewski |
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aaf369e
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Drizzt looked long and hard at the young woman, tje dedicated warrior, and he understood that Danica, too, had been forced into a great sacrifice because of Cadderly's choice. He sensed an anger within her, but it was buried deep. overwhelmed by her love for this man and her admiration for his sacrifice. Catti-brie didn't miss any of it. She, who had lost her love, surely empathized with Danica, and yet, she knew that the woman was undeserving of any sympathy. In those few sentences of explanation, in the presence of Cadderly and of Danica, and within the halls of this most reverent of structures, Catti-broe understood that to give sympathy to Danica would belittle the sacrifice, would diminish what Cadderly had accomplished in exchange for his years.
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love
sacrifice
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R.A. Salvatore |
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f7256b7
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Like the pleasure of friendship, the pleasure in beauty is curious: it aims to understand its object, and to value what it finds.
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curious
disinterest
friendship
love
pleasure
value
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Roger Scruton |
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bb8700d
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Ariadne made an impression on you, and that's great. But life is not literature. Sooner or later, the spell wears off, the romantic feelings disappear, and you're left watching somebody's body disintegrate. You start with a love story, you end up manacled to an hourglass, watching the sands run out.
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love
marriage
relationships
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Paul Murray |
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a54979e
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mii`yaanghnuengthiichan`yaakb`keth`aiw hlangcchaakaidyineruue`ngph`aemkhr`bkhrawaelakaartadsinaicchkh`ngeth`thanghmdaelw chan`yaakcchab`kkabeth`waakaaraih`phayepneruue`ngsamkhayna emuue`eth`aih`phayeth`kccharak
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love
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Jon Krakauer |
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9a15c81
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But you find--surprise--that you like this capitulation from her, this helpless acceding, from the most recent embodiment of all the girls over all the years who've given you nothing, not even a curious glance. Welcome to the darker side of love.
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dark
love
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Michael Cunningham |
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bb2d62d
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Here had lived an elder race, to which we look back with disquietude. The country which we visit at week-ends was really a home to it, and the graver sides of life, the deaths, the partings, the yearnings for love, have their deepest expression in the heart of the fields.
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countryside
death
e-m-forster
howards-end
life
love
parting
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E.M. Forster |
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9a30be8
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Ageing is not easy, Sennhora Castro. It's a terrible, incurable pathology. And great love is another pathology. It starts well. It's a most desirable disease. One wouldn't want to do without it. It's like yeast that corrupts the juice of grapes. One loves, one loves, one persists in loving-the incubation period can be very long- and then, with death, comes the heart break. Love must always meet its unwanted end.
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death
diesease
heartbreak
love
suffering
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Yann Martel |
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816a89e
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I learned that protecting someone by keeping him away from me doesn't shelter either of us. I learned that feeling other people's feelings for them doesn't bring us closer, it only separates me from myself and my needs. I always thought being codependent meant being too emotionally glued to someone; I didn't realize the way I was doing it was setting me adrift.
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introspection
love
relationship
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Lisa Scottoline |
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c8654ef
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"You can't get around what's right, though," he said. "When we stop loving them, that's when they win."
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equality
love
peace
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John Howard Griffin |
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5759825
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"This is George, my beloved George. D'you think I want to go to my grave knowing that at the moment of his trial he looked around and saw no one lift a finger for him? If it is the death of me, I shall go to him." "Go then," he said. "Kiss our baby good-bye before you go, and Henry. I shall tell Catherine that you left your blessing for her. And kiss me farewell. For if you go into that courtroom you will never come out alive."
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love
sacrifice
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Philippa Gregory |
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ba49e76
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What could Maria call the time that opened ahead of her? The certainty of her hope? This rejuvenated air she was breathing? This incandescence, this bursting of a love at last without object?
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breathing-room
certainty
hope
love
time
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Marguerite Duras |
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8235210
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"I think we ought to find something else to do," said Mandy. "But Alecto my love, you're the first person to notice my retro diner kitchen. When my parents saw it, they thought I was creating a weird art project." "I like it. It's got that let's-drown-ourselves-in-better-days type ambiance," Alecto declared, his gray eyes narrowed."
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ambience
art
better-days
cape-breton
diner
drowning
fifties
friendship
funny
kitchen
love
nostalgia
nova-scotia
parents
pollution
retro
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Rebecca McNutt |
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9aeae41
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"Lying," he said out loud, hoping no one would hear. "I need to lie. Teach me, quickly." I wouldn't if I were you, came the response. For a start, it's a variable concept here. You are in a culture where ambiguity has been raised to a high level. Let me give an example: depending on phrasing, circumstance, expression, body movement, intonation and context, the statement "I love you" can mean I love you; I don't love you; I hate you; I want to have sex with you; I do, in fact, love your sister; I don't love you any more; leave me alone, I'm tired, or I'm sorry I forgot your birthday. The person being talked to would instantly understand the meaning but might choose to attribute an entirely different meaning to the statement. Lying is a social act and the nature and import of the lie depends in effect on an unspoken agreement between the parties concerned. Please note that this description does not even begin to explore the concept of deep lies, in which the speaker simultaneously says something he knows to be untrue and genuinely believes it nonetheless: politicians are particularly adept at this."
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love
politics
truth
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Iain Pears |
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b2e3bdd
|
"More often than not, a woman marries for money and a man marries for sex. What difference does a sheet of paper with signatures make?" "If you have to ask, you wouldn't understand the answer," she said simply."
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love
marriage
sex
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Diana Palmer |
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9b55083
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The only real security is not in owning or possessing, no in demanding or expecting, not in hoping, even. Security in a relationship lies neither in looking back to what it was in nostalgia, nor forward to what it might be in dread or anticipation, but living in the present relationship and accepting it as it is now.
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love
relationships
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Anne Morrow Lindbergh |
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56cb920
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I would know you from the heart of the sun. I would know you even if I were mad. I will know you always, whatever form I wear. I swear it.
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gay-romance
love
romance
shapeshifter
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Elizabeth A. Lynn |
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761291d
|
"Why did you enter Gobhann?" "I already told you." "I know what you told me", she said impatiently. "I want to know the real reason." He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, then reached for her plate. He set it down on the floor with his, then pulled her close and put his mouth against her ear. "I went inside Gobhann because I wanted you to come out of the dark. With me. Because I love you. Because you were made for more than life in that dreadful place." He sat back. "There. All the reasons."
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love
miach
morgan
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Lynn Kurland |
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a9f84fe
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"I'm not going anywhere," she told me that night. But until we are old ladies--a cypress age, a Sawtooth age--I will continue to link arms with her, in public, in private, in a panic of love."
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loneliness
loss
love
sisters
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Karen Russell |
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724db5f
|
Messy love is better than none. I guess. I'm no authority on sane living.
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love
messy-love
passion
sanity
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Margaret Atwood |
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5636bed
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"Si chino per accarezzarmi. Fece scorrere la mano lungo la schiena e poi sotto al mento. <> dichiaro. Sposto la mano sopra la testa. <> mi chiese. <>.
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animals
dog
love
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Ann M. Martin |
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849e2d4
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Fannie Mae had aroused his anger, then reduced his anger to verbal breast-beating, and finally to silent hurt. Still, the love remained. Why?
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love
relationship
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Frank Herbert |
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561677a
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He had seen bigger men than he with mummy's handkerchief clutched in on hand and a bloody dagger in the other.
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dagger
dangerous
love
men
mom
psycho
sweet
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Eoin Colfer |
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84b5af9
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All I know is we're 16 and ready to be kissed, kissed kissed.
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love
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Luanne Rice |
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84bcaa5
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"2 NOTES "You broke your other appointment, didn't you?" "I did not! I told you on the phone--these people canceled at the last minute--" "Oh, Geo dear, come off it! You know, I sometimes think, about you, whenever you do something really sweet, you're ashamed of it afterwords! You knew jolly well how badly I needed you tonight, so you broke that appointment. I could tell you were fibbing, the minute you opened your mouth! You and I can't pull the wool over each other's eyes. I found that out, long ago. Haven't you--after all these years?" "I certainly should have," he agrees, smiling and thinking what an absurd and universally accepted bit of nonsense it is that your best friends must necessarily be the ones who best understand you."
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love
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Christopher Isherwood |
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f9f334d
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All the morning since he got up he had been trying to fight through his duties--leaning against a hope--a hope that first had bowed, and then had broke as soon as he really tried its weight. There was not a sign of Sylvia's liking for him to be gathered from the most careful recollection of the past evening. It was of no use thinking there was. It was better to give it up altogether and at once. But what if he could not? What if the thought of her was bound up with his life; and that once torn out by his own free will, the very roots of his heart must come also?
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love
philip
sylvia
thoughts
unreq
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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620cba0
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To say we were 'in love', that vague weakened phrase, cannot express it. We loved each other, we lived in each other, through each other, by each other. We were each other. Why was it such pure unadulterated pain?
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iris-murdoch
love
the-sea-the-sea
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Iris Murdoch |
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fa800f9
|
"You still think love can save us. It's more killing than hate. Hate is so clean, so simple. Like being in the ring. With hate, you just keep hitting back. You hit until they stop hitting back. With love... they never stop." ~ (Frank)"
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hit
killing
love
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Colleen McCullough |
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5d08208
|
Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.
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|
iris-murdoch
love
misfortune
the-message-to-the-planet
toxic-relationships
|
Iris Murdoch |
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64fe68c
|
If you feel joy when you do something unselfish for him, and would just as soon do it in secret as openly, then that rings of the true metal
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|
france
joy
life
lisette-s-list
love
nun
painting
paris
susan-vreeland
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Susan Vreeland |
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e24dbbc
|
"Farkinda misiniz leydim bilmiyorum ama benimle pazarlik ettiniz, bana emir verdiniz, beni ikna etmeye calistiniz. Her turlu yolu denediniz, sadece bir yol kaldi." "Neymis o?" "Lutfen demek."
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love
romance
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Shannon Drake |
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851c9f3
|
...Mrs. Warren allowed her book to fall closed upon her lap, and her attractive face awakened to an expression of agreeable expectation, in itself denoting the existence of interesting and desirable qualities in the husband at the moment inserting his latch-key in the front door preparatory to mounting the stairs and joining her. The man who, after twenty-five years of marriage, can call, by his return to her side, this expression to the countenance of an intelligent woman is, without question or argument, an individual whose life and occupations are as interesting as his character and points of view.
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|
commitment
enjoyment
faithfulness
interesting
life
love
marriage
partners
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Frances Hodgson Burnett |
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c4e9116
|
I already thought on that first evening of our meeting how glorious it would be to spend one's whole life regarded by those beautiful, candid eyes, and how it would then be impossible ever to think or do ill.
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love
love-at-first-sight
love-quotes
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Hermann Hesse |
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a3d6b8b
|
They had killed themselves over the failure to find a love that none of us could ever be.
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|
impossible
jeffrey-eugenides
love
suicide
the-virgin-suicides
unattainable
|
Jeffrey Eugenides |
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9d40041
|
Think'st thou heaven is such a glorious thing? I tell thee, 'tis not so fair as thou Or any man that breathes on earth.
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drama
love
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Christopher Marlowe |
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5576e32
|
"Her gaze flickered to the balcony doors and back, her brows knitted in confusion. "My balcony doesn't connect to yours." "I jumped." He grinned at the flash of concern he saw in "her eyes. "At dinner, your grandmother informed me that you'd be moving to the room beside mine. She also mentioned how close my balcony was to yours; so close that even an old lady like herself could leap between the two without the least effort." Venetia's cheeks heated and she pulled her nightgown closer. "Grandmama is anything but subtle." "Almost as subtle as your mother." "Oh, no! Not Mama, too." Gregor paused beside a small table to pick up a silver tray holding a cut crystal decanter and matching glasses and set it on the table before Venetia. "Your mother was concerned I might be afraid of heights. She told me that if she were thinking of jumping between the balconies and couldn't bring herself to make the leap, it might be possible to pick the lock on the connecting door with, say, a cravat pin." Venetia blushed. "I'm surprised they aren't in here now, throwing rose petals before you as you walk." "I would never countenance petal tossing. Too showy."
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|
family
hilarious
humor
love
lovers
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Karen Hawkins |
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d770891
|
"Are you so scared people will hate you?" "What?" I stare at him, not knowing how to react. "What are you talking about?" He gestures at the phone. "Your emails are like one big cry. Kiss, kiss, hug, hug, please like me, please like me!"
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|
insecurity
love
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Sophie Kinsella |
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d221448
|
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.
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impermanence
love
mortality
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Annie Dillard |
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9d59e5e
|
There is really no natural limit to the practice of loving kindness in meditation or in one's life. It is an ongoing, ever-expanding realization of interconnectedness. It is also its embodiment. When you can love one tree or one flower or one dog or one place, or one person or yourself for one moment, you can find all people, all places, all suffering, all harmony in that one moment. Practicing in this way is not trying to change anything or get anywhere, although it might look like it on the surface. What it is really doing is uncovering what is always present. Love and kindness are here all the time, somewhere, in fact, everywhere. Usually our ability to touch them and be touched by them lies buried below our own fears and hurts, below our greed and our hatreds, below our desperate clinging to the illusion that we are truly separate and alone. (...). Make sure that you are not to help anybody else or the planet. Rather, you are simply holding them in awareness, honoring them, wishing them well, opening to their pain with kindness and compassion and acceptance.
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all-people
all-places
awareness
compassion
everywhere
expanding
harmony
honouring
illusion
interconnectedness
kindness
life
love
loving
loving-kindness
meditation
mindfulness
opening-to-pain
presence
realisation
touched
uncovering
unlimited
well-wishing
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Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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5c5ac15
|
She was tremendously fond of Ralph. Not hounded by love the way some women were. With Crighton she had been teased endlessly by the idea of it, but with Ralph it was more straightforward. Again not love, more like the feelings you would have for a favorite dog (and, no, she would never have said such a thing to him. Some people, a lot of people, didn't understand how attached one could be to a dog.)
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love
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Kate Atkinson |
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a817083
|
With his two hands he props up his jaw. He passes without a word. Perhaps he does not see me. One of these days I'll challenge him. I'll say, I don't know, I'll say something, I'll think of something when the time comes.
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love
perhaps-when-the-time-comes
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Samuel Beckett |
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d21d58e
|
sometimes the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else - Richard
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love
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
b7029d7
|
... ir jo balsas pasidare duslus nuo svelnumo.
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|
love
|
Hermann Hesse |
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d767d75
|
"God is that force that drives us to really see each other and to really behold each other and care for each other and respond to each other. And for me, that is actually enough. That cultivating it, that thinking about it, worshipping it, working towards it, taking care of it, nurturing it in myself, nurturing it in other people, that really is a life's work right there, and it doesn't have to be any bigger than that. God doesn't have to be out in the next solar system over bashing asteroids together. It's plenty, just the God that I work with." Kate Braestrup"
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|
care
community
compassion
empathy
god
life-force
love
religion
soul
spirit
wisdom
|
Krista Tippett |
|
733cf38
|
"...Look, I'm real sorry about Cheryl, I know you loved her a lot," Mandy apologized gloomily. "It's wrong that people have to keep killing off Pollution." "It's alright, I think she wants to be remediated," Alecto told her calmly, though his grief-stricken and depressed expression said more to Mandy than his words did. "You don't have to forget Cheryl, no matter what Mearth said to you," Mandy pointed out. "People shouldn't be forced to forget what they love, or to just get over the death of what they love. Cheryl was your friend and nobody can make you forget her if you don't want to."
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|
confusion
death
depression
fear
friendship
grief
grief-stricken
help
hope
lonliness
loss
love
memory
pollution
remediation
removal
uncertainty
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Rebecca McNutt |
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e37c5a5
|
I would tell my 14 year old self to never ever, ever put all of your money in one bank account. And love the ones who love you back. You're going to want to quit...DON'T! Oh, and get everything in writing.
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|
financial-wisdom
greatness
lessons-of-life
love
marriage
relationships
soledad-francis
success
truth
wealth
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Brandi L. Bates |
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b06434b
|
Se amava quel viso non indulgente, era perche era netto, espressivo e risoluto. Vedeva, o gli sembrava di vedere, come tali qualita fossero state mascherate o soffocate da atteggiamenti piu convenzionali: una modestia simulata, un'appropriata pazienza, un disprezzo che si spacciava per calma. Al suo peggio - oh, lui la vedeva chiaramente, malgrado la possessione che esercitava su di lui - al suo peggio guardava in basso e di traverso e sorrideva timidamente, e questo sorriso era quasi una smorfia meccanica, perche era una bugia, una convenzione, un breve forzato riconoscimento delle aspettative del mondo. Lu aveva visto subito, cosi gli pareva, cio che lei era in essenza, seduta alla tavola di Crabb Robinson ad ascoltare dispute maschili, credendosi osservatrice inosservata. Se, riflette, la maggior parte degli uomini avesse visto la durezza e la fierezza e la tirannia, si, la tirannia di quel volto, se ne sarebbe ritratta. Il suo destino sarebbe stato di essere amata solo da timidi inetti, segretamente desiderosi che lei li punisse o li comandasse, o da anime candide, convinte che la fredda aria di delicato riserbo esprimesse una sorta di purezza femminile che tutti a quei tempi facevano mostra di desiderare. Ma lui aveva capito immediatamente che lei era per lui, che lei aveva qualcosa in comune con lui, lei com'era veramente o avrebbe potuto essere, se fosse stata libera.
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identity
love
possession
women-s-nature
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A.S. Byatt |
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70c4de9
|
For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood.
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|
feelings
henry-viii
love
lust
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Hilary Mantel |
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5bf9af4
|
Finally I reached into my pocket and flipped a quarter. Heads was Phlox, tails was Arthur. It came up heads. I called Arthur.
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life
love
|
Michael Chabon |
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b60d833
|
And they did what lovers often do when they think the future stretches out endless before them as bright as on the noon of creation day: they talked ceaselessly of the past, as if each must be caught up on the other's previous doings before they can move forward paired.
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|
happiness
love
|
Charles Frazier |
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9e110f7
|
"She slips her arm around my shoulders and cradles my head against her breast. We breathe together. Slowly. Time passes, flowing, a long, less and less painful sigh. And I shut my eyes. Pain becomes only physical again. Fear recedes. Anger flickers for a moment longer, gas in the pipes after the stove has been turned off. She says, "I'll take care of you." And I feel gratitude and happiness rise up inside me: old friends, long-forgotten and yet much missed."
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love
|
Mohsin Hamid |
|
fcec2b4
|
Every human being who loves another loves imperfection, for there is no perfect being on this earth--nothing is so simple as that.
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|
imperfection
love
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Susan Cooper |
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5461ed7
|
"Answer me one thing," her twin said. "What." "Do you love the bas--him. Do you love him?" Payne looked back through the glass at the human on the bed. "Yes. I am in love with him. And if you try to dissuade me by the fact that I have not lived yet enough to judge, I say unto you . . . fuck off." -Vishous & Payne"
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love
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J.R. Ward |
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ab189fa
|
But whatever she was I loved her and was committed to her and had always been, here and out beyond the stars, those stars behind stars behind stars which I had seen that night when I lay on the rocks and the golden sky slowly turned the universe inside out.
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|
commitment
description
iris-murdoch
love
stars
the-sea-the-sea
unconditional-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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70e1594
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"Well, girls always love assholes," said Platt, not bothering to dispute this. "Haven't you noticed?" No, I thought bleakly, untrue. Else why didn't Pippa love me?"
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heartbreak
love
unrequited-love
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Donna Tartt |
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fcfec82
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"Cook another feast,' Bruenor grumbled. 'Suren the elf has his eye fixed on another wedding." Drizzt let it go at that. Maybe there was a ring of truth in Bruenor's words for some distant date. No longer did Drizzt limit his hopes and desires. He would see the world as he could and draw his choices from his wishes, not from limitations he might impose upon himself. For now, though, Drizzt had found something too personal to be shared. For the first time in his life, the drow had found peace."
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love
peace
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R.A. Salvatore |
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9e287c2
|
"But I had never caused my parents "a minute's worry." Didn't they know that worry proves you care? Didn't they realize that I needed their worry to assure myself that I was worth something?"
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love
parents
worry
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Katherine Paterson |
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53c7dd5
|
volveremos a encontrarnos en mejores circunstancias o en otras vidas
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love
vida
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Isabel Allende |
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50f8573
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Something had changed. He had journeyed--as on rare occasions a man must--till he stood behind right and wrong. On the banks of the grey torrent of life, love is the only flower.
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love
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E.M. Forster |
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b579504
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I would have seen flaws in this, later in my life. I would have felt the impatience, even suspicion, a woman can feel towards a man who lacks a motive. Who has only friendship to offer and offers that so easily and bountifully that even if it is rejected he can move along as buoyantly as ever. Here was no solitary fellow hoping to hook up with a girl. Even I could see that, inexperienced as I was. Just a person who took comfort in the moment and in a sort of reasonable facade of life.
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love
men
relationships
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Alice Munro |
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9e60130
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Ozi made me feel so known. He made love to my insides, filling desperate gaps and calming unbearably sensitive places.
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loneliness
love
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Mohsin Hamid |
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b547d40
|
I was sixteen back then, and I was going to a party with my girlfriend and Earl. Earl was driving, and his new squeeze was in the passenger seat. I was in the back, holding hands with mine. That was such a big thing at that age, clasping the hand of someone you loved. A heady declaration, the closing of a circuit, the joining of two souls. When you get older you don't seem to do it so much. Your hands are generally busy with other things, and every relationship goes through an accelerated evolution. Everyone you meet has an apartment, and either self-confidence or a desperate lack of it: Either tends to make you rush through the hand-holding stage. Sure, you may do it later, but it's not the same. It's like eating your appetizer after your dessert. When you're a grown-up, the only time you get to trace slowly through that delicious progression is when you're having an affair, which I guess is why so many people have affairs. A trip back in time, to when everything had weight, through the medium of unfaithfulness.
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love
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Michael Marshall Smith |
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ed9c075
|
I don't want to be doomed to mediocrity in my feeling for Christ. I want to feel. I want to love. Take me, dear Lord, and set me in the direction I am to go
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christ
life-lessons
love
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Flannery O'Connor |
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9ebcf5b
|
He gave a final shake of his coat. I go to the hunt!
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fitz
fool
hunt
love
nighteyes
the-hunt
together
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Robin Hobb |
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b5105cc
|
This, explained the angel, is hell. The people do not love each other. They only want to feed themselves.
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love
|
David Mitchell |
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77136e3
|
At which Charion Pratt blushed girlishly, to her own furious embarrassment, yet the eye she cast upon the little coxcomb was not unlike that which a certain toad had once cast upon her: for there is never anything but apparent paradox in the choices made by lovers.
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love
making-eyes
paradox
|
Michael Moorcock |
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775cd5a
|
"Melly is the only woman friend I ever had," she thought forlornly, "the only woman except Mother who really loved me. She's like Mother, too. Everyone who knew her has clung to her skirts."
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grief
loss
love
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Margaret Mitchell |
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6464509
|
Young love is common, but that doesn't mean it's not precious.
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love
precious
wisdom
young-love
|
Eoin Colfer |
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b4b3b34
|
I too can play the madman, the fool, the hero; in short, any or everything to rescue her I love.
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love
|
James Fenimore Cooper |
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70f9aaa
|
"Isn't it complicated to be human, though?" she said. "Animals seem to give up their lives so naturally...And after all, I grew up, I married John, I had Debby. So knowing, being able to understand and forecast and even predict an approximate date, shouldn't make any difference. I guess consciousness makes individuals of us, and as individuals we lose the old acceptance..." "The one thing," Marian said in a voice that went suddenly small and tight, "the thing I can hardly bear sometimes is that I won't ever see her grow up. She'll have to do it without whatever I could have given her." "Time, too, time and everything that one could do in it, and the chance of wasting or losing or never even realizing it. It's so important to us because we see it so close. We're individuals, we're full of ourselves, and so we're bad historians. We get crazy and anxious because all of sudden there's so little time left to be loving and generous as we wish we'd always been and always intended to be...do you suppose I feel the shortness of time because I want to experience everything and feel everything that the race has ever felt? Because there's so much to feel and I'm greedy?"
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death
grief
humanity
loss
love
suffering
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Wallace Stegner |
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89005ea
|
"Anger, resentment, jealousy, desire for revenge, lust, greed, antagonisms, and rivalries are the obvious signs that I have left home. And that happens quite easily. When I pay careful attention to what goes on in my mind from moment to moment, I come to the disconcerting discovery that there are very few moments during the day when I am really free from these dark emotions, passions and feelings. 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." --
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father
hurt
jealousy
love
lust
resentment
revenge
rivalry
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Henri J.M. Nouwen |
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52de787
|
The Holy Spirit's desire is that we become more and more dependent upon Him for every step. That's because He wants to take us to places we've never been before. To heights we can't even imagine!
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|
desire
god
holy-spirit
inspiration
love
motivation
prayer
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Stormie Omartian |
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b484b79
|
Quanto a Emma, non si chiedeva se lo amasse. Ella credeva che l'amore dovesse arrivare all'improvviso, con fragori e folgori; uragano dei cieli che cade sulla vita, la sconvolge, strappa via le volonta come foglie, e trascina all'abisso il cuore intero. Ella non sapeva che sulle terrazze delle case la pioggia forma laghetti quando le grondaie sono ingorgate, e avrebbe continuato a credersi al sicuro, quando a un tratto scopri una crepa nel muro.
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italiano
love
|
Gustave Flaubert |
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e3e2821
|
I contemplated her, seeing her young bland face looking at me, now removed as if behind a gauze curtain. She quietly invited me to suffer. There was a great space now, a great silent hall in which this suffering could take place. There was no urgency now, nothing to plan, nothing to achieve. What shall I do with it, I asked her, what shall I do now with my love for you which you so terribly revived by reappearing in my life? Why did you come back, if you could not content me? What can I do now with the great useless machine of my love which has no wholesome work to do? I can do nothing for you any more, my darling. I wondered if I would be fated to live with this love, making of it a shrine which could not now be desecrated. Perhaps when I was living alone and being everyone's uncle like a celibate priest I would keep this fruitless love as my secret chapel. Could I then learn to love uselessly and unpossessively and would this prove to be the monastic mysticism which I had hoped to attain when I came away to the sea?
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love
the-sea-the-sea
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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dd7db40
|
"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."
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love
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William Goldman |
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6abf427
|
I loved laughing with him, loved that he could make me laugh.
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love
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James Patterson |
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77b4ba1
|
He had all the most charming and irresistible gestures that a girl deeply in love looks for and who refuses to tell herself that they may have been acquired through long practice.
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love
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Victoria Holt |
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7cc2f26
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Without warning he had become witness to something that stretched back through the eons, ties both elastic and enduring, surpassing death, surpassing life. She was his child. It was as simple as that and that complex.
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fatherly-love
kids
love
million-dollar-baby
parental-love
trent-kalamack
|
Kim Harrison |
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6c3ea4d
|
"A man is always right to pursue the thing he loves.
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death
john-grady
love
passion
|
Cormac McCarthy |
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6ab4652
|
Human love can be only a pale reflection of the emotion that God must feel for what He has created
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|
creation
emotions
feelings
god
human
love
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Graham Greene |
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6010375
|
The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.
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|
love
passed
thought
thought-to-ponder
years
|
Larry McMurtry |
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6c5cf31
|
"Dont shave,I like it..It helps with one of my new fantasies." "Yeah ?"Zack shifted a little to the center on top of him for maximum pleasure."What new fantasy is that ?" Lucy grinned,the sleepiness in her smile melting into guile."The one about the innocent schoolteacher and the vicious,uncivilized cop.Want to play ?" "Sure."Zack ran his hands up her back."Who do you want to be ?" "I,of course will be the innocent schoolteacher"Lucy batted her eyes at him. "Which makes me the cop.All right you have the right to remain naked." Lucy laughed."
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hilarious
love
naked
|
Jennifer Crusie |
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cc7a401
|
And who does not want their love authenticated?
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love
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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dca1b95
|
The events that occur in my life are workout situations. They are there for my benefit so I can become strong and gain wisdom and information by working my way through those situations.
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addiction-and-recovery
addiction-free
chris-prentiss
chris-prentiss-quotes
guilt
happiness
joy
life
love
pain
passages-malibu
passages-ventura
peace
philosophy
philosophy-of-life
wisdom
|
Chris Prentiss |
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de16327
|
I cared about Ben, but I was never in love with him. I was in love with what it said about me that I had a boyfriend like Ben, and that's just different.
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|
christianity
girlfriend
growing-up
in-love
love
romance
|
Nadia Bolz-Weber |
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6c9ab70
|
But you are proof that you can think you know someone yet never really know them at all.
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down-syndrome
family
garden-leave
life
love
neighbour
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Cecelia Ahern |
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5268aef
|
The broken pink pillars, in the half-light, might have been waiting to fall down on him: the pool, covered with green scum, its steps torn away and hanging by one rotting clamp, to close over his head. The shattered evil-smelling chapel, overgrown with weeds, the crumbling walls, splashed with urine, on which scorpions lurked - wrecked entablature, sad archivolt, slippery stones covered with excreta - this place, where love had once brooded, seemed part of a nightmare.
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love
nightmare
ruins
stones
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Malcolm Lowry |
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ffe302a
|
"Mearth appeared angry and disappointed briefly, but then she just gazed at the ground. "...It must be horrible, feeling all alone, is it?" she asked. "Oh, not really," said Alecto, his eyes lifeless, his voice listless. "I'm going to be forgotten by someone who I can't forget, though. That will be terrible... but maybe it's better if she does forget me altogether."
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forget
friendship
listless
lonliness
love
memory
sad
sadness
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Rebecca McNutt |
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d684a72
|
And as her love revived, so did her capacity for suffering. Life, more important, grew more bitter.
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love
suffering
|
E.M. Forster |
|
de4e5be
|
Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action. -Ian Fleming
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|
adventure
love
romance
|
Swapna Rajput |
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6f71a2e
|
John says if I don't pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell in the fall. But I don't want to go there at all. I had a friend who was in his hands once, and she says he is just like John and my brother, only more so! Besides, it is such an undertaking to go so far. I don't feel as if it was worth while to turn my hand over for anything, and I'm getting dreadfully fretful and querulous. I cry at nothing, and cry most of the time. Of course I don't when John is here, or anybody else, but when I am alone.
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love
|
Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
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7e1906e
|
Dawn will come,' I told him quietly. 'The night can be very dark; but I'll stay by you until the sun rises. These shadows cannot touch you while I am here. Soon we'll see the first hint of grey in the sky, the color of a pigeon's coat, then the smallest touch of the sun's finger, and one bird will be bold enough to wake first and sing of tall trees and open skies and freedom. Then all will brighten and color will wash across the earth and it will be a new day. I will stay with you, until then.
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|
hope
love
|
Juliet Marillier |
|
8b53126
|
Nothing in creation is ever totally at home in itself. ... It is the deepest intimacy which is nevertheless infused with infinite distance.
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|
communion
longing
love
oneness
spiritual-seeking
|
John O'Donohue |
|
6354e7d
|
we must love those with whom we live and work, and love them for all their failings, manifest and manifold though they be.
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|
failings
humanity
love
|
Alexander McCall Smith |
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de76b9e
|
More personally, my intellect is a stumbling block to much that makes life worth living: laughter, love; a wiling acceptance of being created. The rational intellect doesn't have a great deal to do with love, and it doesn't have a great deal to do with art.
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|
intellect
intellectualism
love
rationalism
|
Madeleine L'Engle |
|
652073d
|
We are among the first peoples in human history who do not broadly inherit religious identity as a given, a matter of kin and tribe, like hair color and hometown. But the very fluidity of this--the possibility of choice that arises, the ability to craft and discern one's own spiritual bearings--is not leading to the decline of spiritual life but its revival. It is changing us, collectively. It is even renewing religion, and our cultural encounter with religion, in counterintuitive ways. I meet scientists who speak of a religiosity without spirituality--a reverence for the place of ritual in human life, and the value of human community, without a need for something supernaturally transcendent. There is something called the New Humanism, which is in dialogue about moral imagination and ethical passions across boundaries of belief and nonbelief. But I apprehend-- with a knowledge that is as much visceral as cognitive-- that God is love. That somehow the possibility of care that can transform us-- love muscular and resilient-- is an echo of a reality behind reality, embedded in the creative force that gives us life.
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belief
choice
community
diversity
energy
ethics
faith
god
human
life
life-force
love
moral-imagination
mystery
new-humanism
nonbelief
religion
reverence
ritual
spirituality
tribe
wisdom
|
Krista Tippett |
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8cfd4ef
|
After a time he found and opened a book he had been reading that he had expected to end well, a romance which he wanted to end well, with the hero and heroine finding love, with peace and joy and redemption and understanding. Love is two bodies with one soul, he read, and turned the page. But there was nothing - the final page had been ripped away and used as toilet paper or smoked, and there was no hope or joy or understanding. There was no last page. The book of his life just broke off. There was only the mud below him and the filthy sky above. There was to be no peace and no hope. And Dorrigo Evans understood that the love story would go on forever and ever, world without end.
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love
page
|
Richard Flanagan |
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ffb279f
|
"My love!" Kevin said. "You must rise. Get up! Get up so far into the future, we can meet and I can go to your bakery and eat the royal hell out of your croissants!"
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love
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T.J. Klune |
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6515ecd
|
- because just by hating it's possible to be purified from love, just with the sword, with the fire..
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|
hate
love
sword
|
Daphne du Maurier |
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69370a2
|
Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.
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|
love
|
E.M. Forster |
|
deeabc3
|
Like caterpillars our metamorphosis begins with what comes from our mouth. Caterpillars spin silk cocoons from the mouth. We speak life or death, success or failure. All transformation starts with what comes from our mouth.
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|
brandi-l-bates
church
love
motivation
red-flags
speak-life
truth
wisdom
words-of-wisdom
|
Brandi L. Bates |
|
692b106
|
The pain of a hard good-bye is the heart's tribute to the privilege to love.
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|
heart
love
tribute
|
Beth Moore |
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efea7e2
|
I wish they would all go away. Except the Fool. I wished he would join me. Somehow, I had always thought he would join me. Now, I could not recall why. Perhaps I had buried that in the stone.
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|
forgotten
love
|
Robin Hobb |
|
626dab0
|
The city was new again, and newly dangerous, and I would walk the streets quickly, eyes averted from those of passersby, like a spy in the employ of lust and happiness, carrying the secret deep within me but always on the tip of my tongue.
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|
love
sex
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Michael Chabon |
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df9341f
|
Everybody wants to know why we're here, so we search for that answer. We want to know who we belong to so we search for those people and all the while God is whispering, 'Here I am.
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|
family
hope
love
|
Donna VanLiere |
|
f027d20
|
"I wish," said Dr Perholt to the djinn, "I wish you would love me." "You honor me," said the djinn, "and maybe you have wasted your wish, for it may well be that love would have happened anyway, since we are together, and sharing our life stories, as lovers do."
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|
life-stories
love
|
A.S. Byatt |
|
68a8624
|
"Simply put, I got pulled through the wormhole of the Absolute, and in that rush I suddenly understood the workings of the universe completely. I left my body, I left the room, I left the planet, I stepped through time and I entered the void. I was inside the void, but I also was the void and I was looking at the void, all at the same time. The void was a place of limitless peace and wisdom, The void was conscious and intelligent. The void was God, which means that I was inside God. But not in a gross, physical way - not like I was Liz Gilbert stuck inside a chunk of God's thigh muscle. I just was part of God. In addition to being God. I was both a tiny piece of the universe and exactly the same size as the universe. ("All know that the drop merges into ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop," wrote the sage Kabir - and I can personally attest now that this is true.) It wasn't hallucinogenic, what I was feeling. It was the most basic of events. It was heaven, yes. It was the deepest love I'd ever experienced, beyond anything I could previously imagined, but it wasn't euphoric. It wasn't exciting. There wasn't enough ego or passion left in me to create euphoria and excitement. It was just obvious. Like when you've been looking at an optical illusion for a long time, straining your eyes to decode the trick, and suddenly your cognizance shifts and there - now you can clearly see it! - the two vases are actually two faces. And once you've seen through the optical illusion, you can never not see it again. "So this is God," I thought. "Congratulations to meet you." -"
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|
love
philosophy
spirituality
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
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e03cba8
|
The married thing. Sometimes I look at it and feel like someone from a Dickens novel, standing outside in the cold and staring in at Christmas dinner. Relationships hadn't ever really worked for me. I think it's had something to do with all the demons, ghosts, and human sacrifice.
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|
harry-dresden
humor
love
michael-carpenter
|
Jim Butcher |
|
6ed6459
|
We don't marry women, he thought; we marry angels, and in this moment or two of the marriage act, the scales fall from our eyes and we see them as they really are, perhaps never to glimpse it again. How lovely she is, how unearthly lovely.
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|
love
marriage
|
Cornell Woolrich |
|
6ed78c9
|
Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.
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|
broken-hearted
confess
delusion
denial
happy
heal
healing
honesty
hope
life
love
pathetic
recover
rigourous-honesty
scars
self-hate
tragic
treatment
wound
|
Dennis Lehane |
|
7ed3b1d
|
"We didn't want to waste this second chance--
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|
love
|
Craig Thompson |
|
5a7fa78
|
Table talk and amorous talk are equally impossible to grasp; amorous talk is all pretty bubbles, table talk, hot air.
|
|
love
table-talk
|
Victor Hugo |
|
6f4a462
|
Belief, hard work, love - you have those things, you can do anything.
|
|
hard-work
love
success
|
Mitch Albom |
|
6772018
|
I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and still hold on to myself.
|
|
love
relationships
|
Lisa Renee Jones |
|
bea69e2
|
She did not think that those who were late, or the ancestors themselves, would wish punishment upon us, no matter what our transgressions. It was far more likely that there would be love, falling like rain from above, changing the hearts of the wicked; transforming them
|
|
forgiveness
love
|
Alexander McCall Smith |
|
a0121d2
|
"That's a rather subversive idea, isn't it? "Do you think so? I don't. If it is subversive, then everything else is too, even breathing. I feel and think as naturally and necessarily as I breathe. If men hate each other, then there is not hope. We will all be the victims of that hate. We will slaughter each other in wars we don't want and for which we're not responsible. They'll put a flag in front of us and fill ours ears with words. And why? To plant the seeds for a new war, to create more hatred, to create new flags and new words. Is that why we're here? To have children and hurl them into the fiery furnace? To build cities and then raze them to the ground? To long for peace and have war instead? "And would love solve everything," asked Able with a sad, slightly ironic smile. "I don't know. It's the only thing we haven't tried so far..." "And will we be in time?" "Possibly. If those who suffer can be convinced that it's true, then yes, we might be in time..." He paused, as if assailed by a sudden thought, "But don't forget, Abel, you must love with a love that is lucid and active! And make sure that the active side never forgets abut the lucid side and that the active side never commits the same kind of villainous deeds as those who want men to hate each other. Active, but lucid. And above all, lucid!"
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|
love
war
|
José Saramago |
|
da195e2
|
[H]aving a money value was no substitute for love.
|
|
love
truth
|
Margaret Atwood |
|
cba03b5
|
Around them there was nothing but silence, as if all the world were holding its breath.
|
|
love
silence
spyglass
theamberspyglass
|
Philip Pullman |
|
b30f0bc
|
"...So, um, you're from Rochester? Like, New York?" Jersey asked. "Yup, we used to live out there," Rudger confirmed, nonchalant. "You ever been?" "Naw, the closest I've ever been to there would be... well, believe it or not, New Jersey, the place where my parents named me after. It was crowded, polluted and full of crime... I loved it."
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|
angst
city
crime
crowd
love
new-jersey
pollution
teenagers
travel
urban
|
Rebecca McNutt |
|
bf9170a
|
Saeed for his part wished he could do something for Nadia, could protect her from what would come, even if he understood, at some level, that to love is to enter into the inevitability of one day not being able to protect what is most valuable to you. He thought she deserved better than this, but he could see no way out, for they had decided not to run, not to play roulette with yet another departure. To flee forever is beyond the capacity of most: at some point even a hunted animal will stop, exhausted, and await its fate, if only for a while.
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|
love
protection
running
|
Mohsin Hamid |
|
8aab48b
|
But nowhere is this a more urgent task than in matters of eros, the first and best hope of human connectedness in a world where all connectedness has become problematic
|
|
friendship
love
|
Allan Bloom |
|
4c8441a
|
Greeting cards routinely tell us that everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all of the time.
|
|
love
poverty
water
|
Zadie Smith |
|
abddbe9
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Lives there upon any world such another as John Carter, Prince of Helium? Lives there another man who could fight his way back and forth across a warlike planet, facing savage beasts and hordes of savage men, for the love of a woman?
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helium
love
man
planet
woman
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Edgar Rice Burroughs |
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Just as when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.
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down-syndrome
family
garden-leave
life
love
neighbour
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Cecelia Ahern |
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- Doktore, az s'm inzhener, elektroinzhener. Tova e obrazovanieto mi. Inzhenerite otdeliat mnogo vreme za neshcho, koeto se naricha analiz na povredata. Nezavisimo ot tova dali proektirash, izpitvash, ili izgrazhdash... zashchoto, razbirate li, neshchata se chupiat. Te se povrezhdat, vzriviavat se, rukhvat, izgariat, ima natovarvane, iznosvane, schupvane. A p'k chovek iska da razbere na kakvo se d'lzhi povredata, tova e chast ot rabotata. Iskash da ustanovish kakvo ne e nared, za da go popravish. Mozhe bi navremeto s'm gledal na s'prugata si po tozi nachin. V nachaloto i dosta d'lgo vreme sled tova. Iskakh da razbera k'de sa se schupili neshchata. Mislekh si, che moga da ia popravia. Veche ne iskam da mislia za neia po tozi nachin, razbirate li, ne iskam da t'rsia razvaleniia kondenzator. Iskam prosto, iskam da kazha... Priemam ia i... - shchial da kazhe, che obichal baba, no mu se storilo, che tova bilo neshcho, s koeto edin m'zh ne biva da zanimava drug. - Tia e povredena, az s'm povreden. Vseki e povreden. Ako veche ne se izm'chva, tova mi stiga.
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love
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Michael Chabon |
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He felt, though, that if love was the desire to possess someone, it was in reality the poor substance of self-love. It seemed to him that a greater, truer love was the desire to open a cage - be it made of iron bars or the bones of tormented injustice - and set the nightbird free.
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love
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Robert R. McCammon |
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484dce8
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And maybe - maybe - love will arrive, and remain.
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love
remain
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Michael Cunningham |
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"Love, Don Jaime, love," he went on after a moment of sad reflection. "That is the only thing that can make us happy and, paradoxically, it is also the thing that condemns us to our worst torments. To love is to be enslaved."
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love
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Arturo Pérez-Reverte |
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"I don't want you hurt," he said gruffly. "I know." Her smile was winsome. "But falling isn't the end of the world. I may fall, it's true--in fact, I probably will fall--but really, one can't live without falling now and again."
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love
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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We had always segregated sex from feeling and from intellectual love, so you were either pure and virtuous, as Nassrin's uncle had said, or dirty and fun. What was alien to us was eros, true sensuality.
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love
sensuality
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Azar Nafisi |
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3461978
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What's time between a mother and her daughter? Never too much, never enough.
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love
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Mitch Albom |
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f4d3e7c
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"The second dream is more difficult to convey. Nothing happened. He scarcely saw a face, scarcely heard a voice say, "That is your friend," and then it was over, having filled him with beauty and taught him tenderness. He could die for such a friend, he would allow such a friend to die for him; they would make any sacrifice for each other, and count the world nothing, neither death nor distance nor crossness could part them, because "this is my friend."
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dreams
lgbt
love
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E.M. Forster |
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...Saeed's father wept only when he was alone in his room, silently, without tears, his body seized as though by a stutter, or a shiver, that would not let go, for his sense of loss was boundless, and his sense of the benevolence of the universe was shaken, and his wife had been his best friend.
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love
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Mohsin Hamid |
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When an individual appreciates that he alone is responsible for the content and coherence of his person, an influx like eros becomes a concrete personal threat. So in the lyric poets, love is something that assaults or invades the body of the lover to wrest control of it from him, a personal struggle of will and physique between the god and his victim. The poets describe this struggle from within a consciousness - perhaps new in the world - of the body as a unity of limbs, senses and self, amazed at its own vulnerability.
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eros
love
self
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Anne Carson |
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cb1b2dd
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She felt like she'd slipped into another world. For the first time someone knew exactly what the hurt felt like.
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inspiration
love
romance
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Karen Kingsbury |