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Eve still marveled on a daily basis at the speed with which her own life had changed. A year ago, she'd been lost and flailing, and now she was found. She wanted to call it a miracle, but it was simpler than that, and a lot more ordinary; she'd met a kind and decent man who loved her.
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relationships
love
life-changing-events
middle-age
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Tom Perrotta |
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"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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love
insecurity
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Sophie Kinsella |
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"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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spirituality
love
philosophy
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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sometimes the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else - Richard
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love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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"Make peace with others. The only thing you can change about the past is the damage you may have done to relationships. You may need to make amends with some people and say sorry. Sometimes it feels like we have unfinished business if we leave something in a state of tension. Break the ice, admit you were wrong, and then you and the other person can let go of any bitterness and move on. Sometimes God won't let us rest with ourselves and be at peace unless we take care of certain things. The Bible says in Matthew 5, "Therefore if you are presenting your offering at the altar, and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your offering there before the altar and go; first be reconciled to your brother, and then come and present your offering." Another good verse that is related to this is in Mark 11, "Whenever you stand praying, forgive, if you have anything against anyone, so that your Father who is in heaven will also forgive you your transgressions. But if you do not forgive, neither will your Father who is in heaven forgive your transgressions." So we need to forgive others and we need to ask for their forgiveness if we have done them wrong. When Jesus was asked how many times we have to forgive others He said 70 times 7, as in, countless times. Joyce Meyer says, "Do yourself a favor and forgive," because you will never truly have peace until you forgive everyone and anyone who has done you wrong. Amen."
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joy
jesus
god
love
holy-spirit
peace
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Lisa Bedrick |
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The roller coaster came to a stop and a good friend got off, but what a ride we'd taken together. It had been one hell of a trip.
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friendship
love
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Ed Catmull |
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A thought struck me: maybe I wouldn't ever be the real me again. Because the only thing that would snap things back to the way they were, would be if he had't died.
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moving-on
life
love
wife
sad
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Marian Keyes |
907f30c
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"This is what we are like. Collectively, as a species, this is our emotional landscape. I met an old lady once, almost one hundred years old, and she told me, "There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who's in charge?" Everything else is somehow manageable. But these two questions of love and control undo us all, trip us up and cause war, grief and suffering."
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life
love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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What you are Vivian is a type of person. To be more specific,you are a type of woman. A tediously common type of woman. Do you think I've not encountered your type before? Your sort will always be slinking around, playing your boring and vulgar little games, causing your boring and vulgar little problems. You are the type of woman, Vivian, because you will always be playing with toys that are not your own. A woman of your type often believes she is a person of significance because she can make trouble and spoil things for others. But she is neither important nor interesting
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love
inspirational
elizabethgilbert
historical-fiction
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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Young love is common, but that doesn't mean it's not precious.
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love
wisdom
precious
young-love
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Eoin Colfer |
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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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friendship
love
disinterest
value
curious
pleasure
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Roger Scruton |
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You're Eve Dallas. You're the love of my life. My heart and soul. You're a cop, mind and bone. You're a woman of strength and resilience. Stubborn, hardheaded, occasionally mean as a badger, and more generous than you'll admit.
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romance
love
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
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Love isn't about thinking. You should know that by now.
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love
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Carl Hiaasen |
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There is only one thing worse than losing the one you love, and that is losing them without knowing why. If you are a dog, then your master is like a god to you, and the pain of losing him is greater still.
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loss
love
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Louis de Bernières |
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Love messes you up and makes you do strange things
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love
page-366
mess
strange
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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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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"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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love
animals
dog
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Ann M. Martin |
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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 |
5c5ac15
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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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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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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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His smiles were hard won, but when they came, they were well worth it. They lit up his face like summer sunshine. The rest of the time, and far more frequently, he seemed lost in winter. And when he laughed, he was a different person.
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romantic
friendship
love
smiles
pretty
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Danielle Steel |
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How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?
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kiss
love
passionate-love
howling
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
dramatic
soul-mates
desire
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Iris Murdoch |
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Once home [in 1838], Albert prepared a small album of scenes he had drawn on the journey, a dried 'Rose des Alpes, and a scrap of Voltaire's handwriting he had obtained from an old servant of the philosopher at Verney, and posted the souvenir to Victoria. Years later she attested it was 'one of her greatest treasures.
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love
itv-victoria
pbs-victoria
prince-albert
queen-victoria
romance-quotes
the-young-victoria
vicbert
royalty
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Stanley Weintraub |
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I don't know what it is about the food your mother makes for you, especially when it's something that anyone can make - pancakes, meat loaf, tuna salad - but it carries a certain taste of memory.
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love
mother
memory
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Mitch Albom |
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Francisco l'attrasse a se e le cerco le labbra. Fu un bacio casto, tiepido, lieve tuttavia ebbe l'effetto di una scossa tellurica nei loro sensi. Entrambi percepirono la pelle dell'altro prima mai cosi precisa e vicina, la pressione delle loro mani, l'intimita di un contatto anelato fin dagli inizi del tempo. Li invase un calore palpitante nelle ossa nelle vene nell'anima, qualcosa che non conoscevano o che avevano del tutto scordato, perche la memoria della carne e fragile. Tutto scomparve intorno ed ebbero coscienza solo delle labbra unite che prendevano e ricevevano.
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sex
lovers
love
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Isabel Allende |
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If you will count, count the stars, dear one. How many stars in the sky, looking down on us as we lie in each other's arms and taste joy? How many gleaming fish in the lake where I splash our son in the water and hear his streaks of glee ring out in the clear air? A fine little salmon you made, that night in the rain. How many times does the heart beat, how fast does the blood run when at last we touch, and touch again, and breathe the same desperate, longing breath? Count those things, for they are the stuff of life and hope.
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hope
life
love
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Juliet Marillier |
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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
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Juliet Marillier |
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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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illusion
kindness
compassion
life
love
all-people
all-places
expanding
honouring
opening-to-pain
uncovering
unlimited
well-wishing
everywhere
interconnectedness
touched
loving
loving-kindness
mindfulness
realisation
presence
meditation
harmony
awareness
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Jon Kabat-Zinn |
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"Maths was "the one true thing," according to Nancy.
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love
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Kate Atkinson |
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We came, Takver thought, from a great distance to each other. We have always done so. Over great distances, over years, over abysses of chance. It is because he comes from so far away that nothing can separate us. Nothing, no distances, no years, can be greater than the distance that's already between us, the distance of our sex, the differences of our being, our minds; that gap, that abyss which we bridge with a look, with a touch, with a word, the easiest thing in the world. Look how far away he is, asleep. Look how far away he is, he always is. But he comes back, he comes back, he comes back....
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time
love
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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"Time says "Let there be" every moment and instantly there is space and the radiance of each bright galaxy. And eyes beholding radiance. And the gnats' flickering dance.
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time
death
life
love
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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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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"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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lovers
family
humor
love
hilarious
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Karen Hawkins |
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I go, but I always remember you.
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love
journey
memory
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Isabel Allende |
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How fearful that dark shadow is when we catch sight of it in the life of another. No wonder those at whom that black arrow is aimed so often turn and flee. How unendurable it can be, the love another bears us. I would never persecute my darling with that dread knowledge. From now onward until the world ended everything must remain, although utterly changed, exactly as it was before.
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love
the-black-prince
iris-murdoch
selfless
unspoken
unrequited-love
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Iris Murdoch |
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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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love
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
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Iris Murdoch |
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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-quotes
love
love-at-first-sight
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Hermann Hesse |
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Nao ha porque te compares com os demais, e se a natureza te criou para morcego, nao deves aspirar ser avestruz. as vezes te consideras por demais esquisito e te reprovas por seguires caminhos diversos dos da maioria. Deixa-te disso. Contempla o fogo, as nuvens e quando surgirem pressagios e as vozes soarem em tua alma abandona-te a elas sem perguntares se isso convem.
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love
max-demian
sinclair
reflection
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Hermann Hesse |
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For one scant day he had loved himself, felt himself to be unified and whole, not split into hostile parts; he had loved himself and the world and God in himself, and everywhere he went he had met nothing but love, approval, and joy.
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love
klein-and-wagner
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Hermann Hesse |
fb14f8a
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She could not bear the tenderness which a dog would evoke, she did not want the pain of another love. She knew how very much, how desperately, she would love her dog; and dogs are vulnerable and short-lived and die.
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love
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
painful
tenderness
pets
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Iris Murdoch |
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For what is more lovable than failure?
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friendship
love
failure
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Mervyn Peake |
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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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I want you to be able to me, and as my love for you is so much of me (all of me, making me more than myself) then you must see that too.
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identity
love
the-beloved
henry-and-cato
iris-murdoch
seen
self
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Iris Murdoch |
5461ed7
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"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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Perhaps twenty minutes later he realized she had gone to sleep. He quietly removed his now stiff arm, then turned away. It must have woken her a little After a moment he felt her turn as well and lay a hand, instinctively, like a sleeping wife, across his hips; as if, in some dream, he was the one who escaped.
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sleep
loneliness
love
john-fowles
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John Fowles |
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Belief, hard work, love - you have those things, you can do anything.
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success
love
hard-work
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Mitch Albom |
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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relationship
love
introspection
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Lisa Scottoline |
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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
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Michael Chabon |
3f9226a
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"Do you think they were ever happy?" "Definitely," I said. "Definitely?" "For sure." "She went crazy. His business failed. They couldn't have children of their own. He went to prison. HRT gave her cancer. I shot his brother in the eye and then married a man who cost him his business. When were they happy?" "In the cracks?" I said. "In the cracks." "Yeah."
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lovers
marriage
love
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Michael Chabon |
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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 |
0f4a74b
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Her eyes opened at this sight against her will and she looked around the room almost in fear. But it was dark and shadowy, shaded by the bamboo screen at the door, the damp rush mats at the windows, the old heavy curtains and the spotted, peeling walls, and in their shade she saw how she loved him, loved Raja and Tara and all of them who had lived in this house with her. There could be no love more deep and full and wide than this one, she knew. No other love had started so far back in time and had had so much time in which to grow and spread. They were really all parts of her, inseparable, so many aspects of her as she was of them, so that the anger or the disappointment she felt in them was only the anger and disappointment she felt at herself. Whatever hurt they felt, she felt. Whatever diminished them, diminished her. What attacked them, attacked her. Nor was there anyone else on earth whom she was willing to forgive more readily or completely, or defend more instinctively and instantly. She could hardly believe, at that moment, that she would Iive on after they did or they would continue after she had ended. If such an unimaginable phenomenon could take place, then surely they would remain flawed, damaged for life. The wholeness of the pattern, its perfection, would be gone. She lay absolutely still, almost ceasing to breathe, afraid to diminish by even a breath the wholeness of that love.
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love
home
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Anita Desai |
626dab0
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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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sex
love
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Michael Chabon |
0755597
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Some things may never change but other things can be so completely different that they make the things that don't change bearable.
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hope
life
love
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Donna VanLiere |
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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
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Donna VanLiere |
7b133a0
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Todo desaparecio a su alrededor y solo tuvieron consciencia de sus labios unidos tomando y recibiendo. En verdad apenas fue un beso, la sugerencia de un contacto esperado e inevitable, pero ambos estaban seguros de que ese seria el unico beso que pudieran recordar hasta el fin de sus dias y de todas las caricias la unica en dejar una huella certera en sus nostalgias. Supieron que dentro de anos todavia podrian evocar con presion el contacto humedo y calido de sus labios, el olor a pasto fresco y la tormentosa sensacion de sus espiritus.
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love
nostalgy
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Isabel Allende |
de4e5be
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Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. Three times is enemy action. -Ian Fleming
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romance
love
adventure
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Swapna Rajput |
79ecfbd
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There are lot of things we don't want to know about the people we love.
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women
life
love
fight
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Chuck Palahniuk |
6772018
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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.
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relationships
love
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Lisa Renee Jones |
2e6cdff
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Bizi sevmeyen herhangi birinin yarali, eksik ve bir sekilde hasta oldugunu nereden cikariyoruz? Ozellikle de bir Tanri'yi veya aglayan Meryem Ana'yi veya Isa'nin yuzunu bize tercih ettikleri zaman onlara niye deli diyoruz? Aklini yitirmis. Cilgin. Kendi iyiligimizden, sevgimizin iyiliginden oylesine eminiz ki, bizden daha cok sevilmeye deger, bizden daha cok tapinilmaya deger bir sey olabilecegi dusuncesine bile tahammul edemiyoruz. Kutlama kartlari bize herkesin sevilmeyi hak ettigini, surekli olarak soyluyor. Hayir. Herkes temiz suyu hak eder. Ama herkes her zaman sevilmeyi hak etmez.
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love
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Zadie Smith |
4c8441a
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Greeting cards routinely tell us that everybody deserves love. No. Everybody deserves clean water. Not everybody deserves love all of the time.
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poverty
love
water
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Zadie Smith |
b9547f5
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When it was daylight, we'd been sitting on a stoop watching the street get light. She mentioned the light took eight minutes to leave the sun and reach us. You couldn't help but love that light traveling so far through the loneliest of spaces to get here, to come so far. It was like we were the only two people in the world.
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love
sun
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Marisha Pessl |
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"Get your sticky fingers away from my cookies," Ben ordered, without turning his head, to see Jaxton trying to steal one from the cooking tray. "You weren't saying that last night," Jaxton retaliated, coming up to Ben's side, to give him a nudge. They were both smiling, while looking down at the counter, where Ben was making his delicious rosemary cookies. "In fact, I seem to remember you grabbing my sticky fingers and putting them in your mouth," he teased, speaking quietly, so that Lyon wouldn't hear them at the other side of the room. Ben turned to Jaxton and abandoned his baking, to catch his face in flour covered hands and plant a deep kiss on his lips. Jaxton opened his mouth, in acceptance of his kiss. ~ From the Heart"
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romance
relationship
music
friendship
love
cello
mm
notes
lgbt
gay
novel
short-stories
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Elaine White |
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Human love can be only a pale reflection of the emotion that God must feel for what He has created
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feelings
human
god
love
emotions
creation
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Graham Greene |
abcec2e
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My love, I'm here. I'll wait my whole life through until you're done, there in the cove at Kamouraska. Until you wash your blood-soaked hands and make your way back to me
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love-quotes
romance
love
my-love
wait-for-you
here
return
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Anne Hébert |
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Death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever. I envied those who could believe in a God and I distrusted them. I felt they were keeping their courage up with a fable of the changeless and the permanent. Death was far more certain than God, and with death there would be no longer the daily possibility of love dying. The nightmare of a future of boredom and indifference would lift. I could never have been a pacifist. To kill a man was surely to grant him an immeasurable benefit. Oh yes, people always, everywhere, loved their enemies. It was their friends they preserved for pain and vacuity.
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war
love
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Graham Greene |
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"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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jealousy
revenge
love
rivalry
hurt
resentment
lust
father
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Henri J.M. Nouwen |
c9bb17e
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...[M]ost of us have figured out that we have to do what's in front of us and keep doing it. We clean up beaches after oil spills. We rebuild whole towns after hurricanes and tornadoes. We return calls and library books. We get people water. Some of us even pray. Every time we choose the good action or response, the decent, the valuable, it builds, incrementally, to renewal, resurrection, the place of newness, freedom, justice. The equation is: life, death, resurrection, hope. The horror is real, and so you make casseroles for your neighbor, organize an overseas clothing drive, and do your laundry. You can also offer to do other people's laundry if they have recently had any random babies or surgeries. We live stitch by stitch, when we're lucky. If you fixate on the big picture, the whole shebang, the overview, you miss the stitching. And maybe the stitching is crude, or it is unraveling, but if it were precise, we'd pretend that life was just fine and running like a Swiss watch. That's not helpful if on the inside our understanding is that life is more often a cuckoo clock with rusty gears.
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love
neighbors
hard-times
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Anne Lamott |
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I stared at the little white agates in my hand, delicate as moon drops. The mystery of God's love as I understand it is that God loves the man who was being mean to his dog just as much as he loves babies; God loves Susan Smith, who drowned her two sons, as much as he loves Desmond Tutu. And he loved her just as much when she was releasing the handbrake of her car that sent her boys into the river as he did when she first nursed them. So of course, he loves old ordinary me, even or especially at my most scared and petty and mean and obsessive. Loves me; chooses me. Remembering this helped, but here is what in fact saved me: Sam came over to see what I held in my palm, glared contemptuously at my small white pebbles, and then without missing a beat slapped the bottom of my hand so that the agates scattered. He ran off down the beach, laughing with glee. It surprised me so, this small meanness, that it made me catch my breath. Boy, I thought, is he going to be hard to place. When I was young I would have felt, What's the point of trying to be good if the people who aren't even trying get to be equally loved? Now I just picked up my pace and tried to catch up with that rotten Sam, because I don't know much of anything for sure. Only that I am loved - as is
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love
god-s-love
mystery
knowledge
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Anne Lamott |
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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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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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"Oh, Danny, it's so confusing." "Not really. You're falling in love with him. Or are already in love with him." "But am I? Or just... overwhelmed?" "Love is overwhelming.[...]"
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love
louisa
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Jennifer Ashley |
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"She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, "My Jenny," and then she bent her head and kissed me--here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn't have felt anything, because Tamsin was a ghost--but nobody but me knows what I felt. And I'll always know."
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love-quotes
love
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Peter S. Beagle |
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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poetry
love
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Federico García Lorca |
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... con tantos encajes pareces una ola y me das el mismo miedo que de nino tuve al mar.
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spanish
love
waves
sea
water
ocean
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Federico García Lorca |
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"Papa always said that in the beginning men and women roamed the world together, equal in strength - like lions and tigers -" "And giraffes?" interpolated Colonel Race slyly. I laughed. Everyone makes fun of that giraffe. "And giraffes. They were nomadic, you see. It wasn't till they settled down in communities, and women did one kind of thing and men another, that women got weak. And of course, underneath, one is still the same - one feels the same, I mean - and that is why women worship physical strength in men - it's what they once had and have lost." "Almost ancestor worship, in fact?" "Something of the kind." "And you really think that's true? That women worship strength, I mean?" "I think it's quite true - if one's honest. You think you admire moral qualities,but when you fall in love, you revert to the primitive where the physical is all that counts. But I don't think that's the end, if you lived in primitive conditions it would be all right, but you don't - and so, in the end, the other thing wins after all. It's the things that are apparently conquered that always do win, isn't it? They win in the only way that counts. Like what the Bible says about losing your life and finding it.". "In the end," said Colonel Race thoughtfully, "you fall in love - and you fall out of it, is that what you mean?" "Not exactly, but you can put it that way if you like."
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evolution
love
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Agatha Christie |
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But love is strange, as they used to say at the Chameleon Club. Even those of us who value intelligence over appearance have discovered, to our chagrin, that a high IQ doesn't necessarily translate into kindness or even conscience.
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lovers
relationships
love
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Francine Prose |
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Maybe real love is being able to ask, Do I have greens in my teeth?
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love
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Francine Prose |
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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
women-s-nature
possession
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A.S. Byatt |
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...I have always believed I cd diagnose this state of which they regard as as inspired by one pair of black eyes or indifferent blue, one graceful attitude of body or mind, one female history of some twenty-two years from, shall we say, 1821-1844--I have always believed this to be something of the masking itself under the particular forms of both lover and beloved. And Poet, who assumes and informs both. I wd have told you--no, I do tell you--friendship is rarer, more idiosyncratic, more individual and in every way more durable than this Love.
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love
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A.S. Byatt |
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So when I let my head fall back under Sarah's kiss, the frenzy I trembled at just wasn't there. Instead, comfort and joy and simplicity and order and answers to questions I'd always supposed unanswerable, such as, why was I born? why a woman? why here? why now? A wonderful glowing spacious peacefulness came to us. There was so much time.
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love
lesbian-romance
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Isabel Miller |
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"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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love
life-stories
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A.S. Byatt |
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I loved her as much as ever and I still did not know how much that was.
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relationship
love
uncertain
romantic-relationship
giovanni-s-room
james-baldwin
confused
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James Baldwin |
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He believed he was in love with her, if he knew what love was.
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love
question
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Tim LaHaye |
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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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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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romance
inspiration
love
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Karen Kingsbury |
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Open her heart to me, please, God. After the mess I've made of things, I can't do this on my own.
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love
inspirational
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Karen Kingsbury |
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She hated the old woman who had twisted her so in the name of love. Most humans didn't love one another nohow, and this mislove was so strong that even common blood couldn't overcome it all the time.
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love
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Zora Neale Hurston |
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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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love
imperfection
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Susan Cooper |
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You don't live in London. You play London - to win. That's why we're all here. It is a city full of contestants, each chasing one of a million possible prizes: wealth, love, fame. Inspiration.
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wealth
quote
love
inspirational
fame
london
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Caitlin Moran |
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A une epoque de sa vie, il y avait de cela de nombreuses annees, elle avait perdu sa foi en Dieu. Elle l'avait maudit, hai, accuse d'etre responsable de tous les maux de la terre. Mais le mal n'etait pas une creation de Dieu. L'homme avait invente le mal. Finalement, elle avait reussi a pardonner a Dieu.
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secret
past
love
secret-affair
united-kingdom
turkey
grandmother
istanbul
london
suspense
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Barbara Taylor Bradford |
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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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relationship
love
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Frank Herbert |
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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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marriage
romance
relationship
love
inspirational
smiles
wife
husband
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Karen Witemeyer |
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... somewhere in my heart, however, I continued to believe that intense and lasting love was possible only in a climate of somewhat tumultuous passions. This, I felt, consigned me to being with a man whose temperament was largely similar to my own. I was late to understand that chaos and intensity are no substitute for lasting love, nor are they necessarily an improvement on real life. Normal people are not aways boring. On the contrary. It has been with pleasure, and not inconsiderable pain, that I have learned about the possibilities of love - its steadiness and its growth...
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madness
passion
love
normality
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Kay Redfield Jamison |
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Of course one never knows about other people's loves, and I would certainly never know about James's.
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love
other-people
loves
the-sea-the-sea
unknowable
private
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Iris Murdoch |
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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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life-lessons
love
christ
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Flannery O'Connor |
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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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I suppose that's the way affairs come to an end. Somebody grabs a fork and stabs the other in the hand. And that's it
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heartbreak
love
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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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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"Sassenach... I love ye now, and I will love ye always. Whether I am dead - or you - whether we are together or apart. You know it is true, he said quietly, and touched my face. "I know it of you, and ye know it of me as well."
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love
fierycross
jamiefraser
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Diana Gabaldon |
442eb95
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He had the whitest teeth I'd ever seen, which made me think his kisses would taste like Pep O Mint Life Savers. Joe's kisses probably tasted like pot and Funyuns. And failure.
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kiss
funny
love
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Tracey Garvis Graves |
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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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humanity
love
failings
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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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
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love
forgiveness
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Alexander McCall Smith |
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"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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love
naked
hilarious
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Jennifer Crusie |
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Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.
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love
toxic-relationships
the-message-to-the-planet
iris-murdoch
misfortune
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Iris Murdoch |
ab189fa
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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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stars
love
commitment
the-sea-the-sea
iris-murdoch
unconditional-love
description
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Iris Murdoch |
5268aef
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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
stones
ruins
nightmare
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Malcolm Lowry |
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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
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friendship
love
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Allan Bloom |
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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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kids
love
fatherly-love
million-dollar-baby
trent-kalamack
parental-love
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Kim Harrison |
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The mind grows by taking in, but the heart grows by giving out.
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love
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Warren W. Wiersbe |
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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man
woman
love
helium
planet
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Edgar Rice Burroughs |
263d817
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"That woman," Grimm said quietly, "drives me quite insane." Kettle grunted. "Why'd you marry her, then?"
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marriage
funny
love
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Jim Butcher |
1911bb7
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Just as mind rises up and rebels at un unskillful attempt to subdue it in meditation, a relationship will fall apart if the partners are not respectful of each other's differences. <...> Separateness and connection make each other possible; they are not mutually exclusive.
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relationships
love
couples
separateness
romantic-love
differences
connection
desire
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Mark Epstein |
ffb279f
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"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 |
652073d
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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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human
choice
faith
spirituality
religion
god
life
love
wisdom
moral-imagination
new-humanism
nonbelief
life-force
tribe
diversity
reverence
energy
community
belief
ethics
mystery
ritual
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Krista Tippett |
692b106
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The pain of a hard good-bye is the heart's tribute to the privilege to love.
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heart
love
tribute
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Beth Moore |
de76b9e
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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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love
rationalism
intellectualism
intellect
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Madeleine L'Engle |
379f64a
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"John dear!" said I in the gentlest voice, "the key is down by the front steps, under a plantain leaf!" That silenced him for a few moments. Then he said--very quietly indeed, "Open the door, my darling!" "I can't," said I. "The key is down by the front door under a plantain leaf!" And then I said it again, several times, very gently and slowly, and said it so often that he had to go and see, and he got it of course, and came in."
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irony
marriage
love
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
6f71a2e
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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
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Charlotte Perkins Gilman |
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 |
dca1b95
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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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pain
joy
happiness
life
love
philosophy
wisdom
addiction-free
chris-prentiss-quotes
addiction-and-recovery
passages-ventura
passages-malibu
chris-prentiss
philosophy-of-life
peace
guilt
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Chris Prentiss |
b4b3b34
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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
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James Fenimore Cooper |
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..moments of transport, and of comfort, and of a bracing vastness of possibility. That was all there for me sometimes when I plunged my mind into the Bible's puzzles; and it was always there in the music of church. I wouldn't have said it this way then. But I would feel all the cells in my body as I sang hymns that connected my little life with the grandeur of the cosmos, the Christian drama across space and time. This was my earliest experience of breath and body, mind and spirit soaring together, alive to both mystery and reality, in kinship with others both familiar and unknown. That's one way I'd define the feeling of faith now.
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mind
spirit
faith
reality
music
love
on-being
hymns
pantheism
christian
church
mystery
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Krista Tippett |
d543137
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Que dormia, acurrucada, metiendose dentro de el, perdida en la nada al sentir que se quebraba su carne, que se abria como un surco abierto por un clavo ardoroso, luego tibio, luego dulce dando golpes duros contra su carne blanda; sumiendose mas, hasta el gemido.
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death
love
méxico
ghost
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Juan Rulfo |
deeabc3
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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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|
words-of-wisdom
motivation
love
truth
wisdom
brandi-l-bates
red-flags
speak-life
church
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Brandi L. Bates |
e37c5a5
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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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marriage
wealth
relationships
success
love
truth
financial-wisdom
lessons-of-life
soledad-francis
greatness
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Brandi L. Bates |
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The reason why many people remain on the bottom is because they play to 'not lose', as opposed to playing to win at all costs.
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motivation
science
success
love
wisdom
ascension
atlanta
belize
mindfulness
locs
natural-hair
new-thought
women-of-color
brandi-bates
vegan
luxury
quotes
knowledge
human-nature
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Brandi L. Bates |
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Who doesn't love cock?
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love
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Hanif Kureishi |
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"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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romance
love
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Shannon Drake |
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"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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sex
marriage
love
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Diana Palmer |
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"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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"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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spirit
empathy
compassion
religion
care
god
love
wisdom
life-force
community
soul
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Krista Tippett |
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Whether we're forgiving our parents or someone else or ourselves, the laws of mind remain the same. As we love, we shall be released from pain and as we deny love, we shall remain in pain. Each of us have different fears and different manifestations of fear, but all of us are saved by the same technique: The call to God to save our lives by salvaging our minds. 'Lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For love is the kingdom and love is the glory and love is the power, forever and forever.
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love
personal-growth
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Marianne Williamson |
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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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prayer
inspiration
motivation
god
love
holy-spirit
desire
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Stormie Omartian |
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As you pray for your children, you will find it to be an unending habit of your heart. Being able to positively affect your children in prayer will keep you in close contact with them and actively involved in their lives, even after they leave home. And it will continually contribute to your joy as a parent!
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love
joy-of-life
praying
parents
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Stormie Omartian |
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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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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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"Tell me something wonderful," he said to Dane. "Tell me that we are going to die dreamfully and loved in our sleep." "You're always writing one of your plays on the phone," said Dane. "I said, something wonderful. Say something about springtime." "It is sloppy and wet. It is a beast from the sea." "Ah," said Harry."
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writing
reality
dreams
love
like-life
lorrie-moore
wet
loved
plays
springtime
sloppy
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Lorrie Moore |
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"Dad called it "enlightenment" but to me, it just felt lonely."
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loneliness
family
love
wisdom
fatherhood
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Ta-Nehisi Coates |
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Messy love is better than none. I guess. I'm no authority on sane living.
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sanity
passion
love
messy-love
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Margaret Atwood |
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- 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
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Daphne du Maurier |
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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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love
drama
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Christopher Marlowe |
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"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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Queria que ela adorasse aquilo, que o amasse e que soubesse, quando se deitassem nos bracos um do outro, suados e exaustos, que pertencia a ele. Porque ele ja sabia que pertencia a ela.
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love
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penelope-featherington
colin-bridgerton
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Julia Quinn |