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fac66f8
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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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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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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
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Mohsin Hamid |
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8cfd4ef
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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
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Richard Flanagan |
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1bb20de
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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 |
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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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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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funny
love
marriage
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Jim Butcher |
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c583fe2
|
I'll never miss a chance to remind you of what a brat you were. A gloriously beautiful and very spoiled brat. I was utterly charmed by your complete self-absorption. It was rather like courting a cat.
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brat
cat
chance
charm
court
courtship
glorious
joke
like
love
narcissim
narcissistic
narcissus
poke-fun
pursue
remind
reminiscence
self-absorption
spoled
tease
woo
wooing
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Robin Hobb |
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eac294d
|
I know, when we are young we cannot entertain the idea another's feelings can be as deep as our own. Our love is so much loftier, our pain so much more intense.
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feelings
love
pain
young
youth
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Raymond E. Feist |
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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
|
William Goldman |
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e13ec7f
|
...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
|
A.S. Byatt |
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75ca163
|
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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c89cf32
|
We're not in this life just to work, we're in it to live.
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|
life-lesson
love
second-chance
workaholic
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Cecelia Ahern |
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9636290
|
He wanted to laugh at the poetic justice of it all. After a couple of years of chasing after women and then a decade of having them chase after him, he'd finally been brought down by a slip of a girl, fresh out of Cornwall, whom he was honor-bound to protect.
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love
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Julia Quinn |
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19f8a1c
|
"The beauty of being human is the capacity and desire for intimacy. Yet we know that even those who are most intimate remain strange to us. Like children, we often "make strange" with each other."
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|
belonging
communion
divine-love
friendship
intimacy
longing
love
relationship
solitude
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John O'Donohue |
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9aeae41
|
"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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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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c457903
|
"Dad called it "enlightenment" but to me, it just felt lonely."
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|
family
fatherhood
loneliness
love
wisdom
|
Ta-Nehisi Coates |
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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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cb1b2dd
|
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 |
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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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aa5d42c
|
Lemties neimanoma izvelgti, nebent jei sapnuoji ar esi apsvaiges is meiles.
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fate
love
|
John Irving |
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211b5fc
|
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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love
war
|
Graham Greene |
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3c4dcf5
|
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
memory
mother
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Mitch Albom |
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4abf762
|
His face was so ravaged, it was like looking at death itself. Except for the smooth, silvered part of it. By creeping degrees, his human hand lifted. He turned it over, showing a bloody palm. His cracked lips moved. 'Beloved.' He could not say the word, but I knew it. So did his Fool.
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|
death
fitz
fool
love
sorrow
whole
|
Robin Hobb |
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d4915ce
|
He worshipped at the temple of her intellect and I believe it was a comfort to him to know that she left our world with it still shining.
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love
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Matthew Pearl |
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7cc2f26
|
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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fb8daad
|
"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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|
death
life
love
time
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Ursula K. Le Guin |
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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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bb2d62d
|
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
|
E.M. Forster |
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f9f334d
|
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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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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561677a
|
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
|
Eoin Colfer |
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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
|
Flannery O'Connor |
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53c7dd5
|
volveremos a encontrarnos en mejores circunstancias o en otras vidas
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|
love
vida
|
Isabel Allende |
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5636bed
|
"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
|
Ann M. Martin |
|
d626f00
|
"Have you ever seen a germ?" Aunt Gertrude asked without waiting for Eliza's reply. "Neither have I, yet I have no doubt they exist, because I have seen their effects on the body. Likewise I have never 'seen' love, yet I have witnessed again and again its transformative effect on human beings."
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|
alexander-hamilton
love
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Melissa de la Cruz |
|
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
|
Annie Dillard |
|
d21d58e
|
sometimes the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else - Richard
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love
|
Elizabeth Gilbert |
|
c845285
|
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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d71e7a9
|
Who doesn't love cock?
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|
love
|
Hanif Kureishi |
|
69370a2
|
Love was an emotion through which you occasionally enjoyed yourself. It could not do things.
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|
love
|
E.M. Forster |
|
d7420e4
|
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
|
Anne Carson |
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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 |
|
6464509
|
Young love is common, but that doesn't mean it's not precious.
|
|
love
precious
wisdom
young-love
|
Eoin Colfer |
|
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
|
Stormie Omartian |
|
56cb920
|
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
|
Elizabeth A. Lynn |
|
5759825
|
"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
|
Philippa Gregory |
|
58e48a8
|
"...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
|
Federico García Lorca |
|
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
|
Malcolm Lowry |
|
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 |
|
84b5af9
|
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 |
|
58fe886
|
"Septimus: There is nothing more to be said about sexual congress.
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|
love
|
Tom Stoppard |
|
ce28276
|
Was it possible to fall in love with the same man over and over again, every single day?
|
|
bridgertons
chapter-22
julia-quinn
kate-sheffield
love
the-viscount-who-loved-me
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Julia Quinn |
|
84bcaa5
|
"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
|
Christopher Isherwood |
|
1764b06
|
How wide the gulf between Henry as he was and Henry as Helen thought he ought to be! And she herself--hovering as usual between the two, now accepting men as they are, now yearning with her sister for Truth. Love and Truth--their warfare seems eternal. Perhaps the whole visible world rests on it, and if they were one, life itself, like the spirits when Prospero was reconciled to his brother, might vanish into air, into thin air.
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|
conflict
e-m-forster
expectations-vs-reality
howards-end
love
the-world
truth
|
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
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Brandi L. Bates |
|
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
|
Susan Vreeland |
|
ba49e76
|
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
|
Marguerite Duras |
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3a5fb79
|
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
|
Zora Neale Hurston |
|
50f8573
|
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
|
E.M. Forster |
|
4df18fe
|
"I glare at him and sigh. "Don't you understand what a book is?" "Obviously."
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|
emmahart
life
love
novel
quote
reading
reality
romance
standalone
|
Emma Hart |
|
aeef7dc
|
"I looked at his grave and, with tears in my eyes, I voiced these words: "You were worth it, old friend, and a thousand times over."
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|
dogs
friendship
love
loyalty
|
Wilson Rawls |
|
b579504
|
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
|
Alice Munro |
|
9ebcf5b
|
He gave a final shake of his coat. I go to the hunt!
|
|
fitz
fool
hunt
love
nighteyes
the-hunt
together
|
Robin Hobb |
|
cd69f95
|
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.
|
|
klein-and-wagner
love
|
Hermann Hesse |
|
b4b3b34
|
I too can play the madman, the fool, the hero; in short, any or everything to rescue her I love.
|
|
love
|
James Fenimore Cooper |
|
6ab4652
|
Human love can be only a pale reflection of the emotion that God must feel for what He has created
|
|
creation
emotions
feelings
god
human
love
|
Graham Greene |
|
cd6800f
|
They have lied to us. They can't keep us from dying, so They lie to us about death. A cooperative structure of lies. What have they ever given us in return for the trust, the love--They actually say 'love'--we're supposed to owe Them? Can They keep us from even catching cold? from lice, from being alone? from anything? Before the Rocket we went on believing, because we wanted to. But the Rocket can penetrate, from the sky, at any given point. Nowhere is safe. We can't believe Them any more. Not if we are still sane, and love the truth.
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|
futility-of-war
love
lying
religion
truth
|
Thomas Pynchon |
|
6abf427
|
I loved laughing with him, loved that he could make me laugh.
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|
love
|
James Patterson |
|
fbbc19f
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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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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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love
poverty
water
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Zadie Smith |
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5a7fa78
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Table talk and amorous talk are equally impossible to grasp; amorous talk is all pretty bubbles, table talk, hot air.
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love
table-talk
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Victor Hugo |
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9e110f7
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"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
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Mohsin Hamid |
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1455a74
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Although it was shadowy and dark, Bim could see as well as by the clear light of day that she felt only love and yearning for them all, and if there were hurts, these gashes and wounds in her side that bled, then it was only because her love was imperfect and did not encompass them thoroughly enough, and because it had flaws and inadequacies and did not extend to all equally. ... All these would have to be mended, these rents and tears, and she would have to mend and make her net whole so that it would suffice her in her passage through the ocean.
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love
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Anita Desai |
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927621b
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From love's absolutism to love's absolution? No: I don't believe in the cosy narratives of life some find necessary, just as I choke on comforting words like redemption and closure. Death is the only closure I believe in; and the wound will stay open until that final shutting of the doors. As for redemption, it's far too neat, a movie-maker's bromide; and beyond that, it feels like something grand, which human beings are too imperfect to deserve, much less bestow upon themselves.
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closure
death
julian-barnes
love
platitudes
realism
redemption
sad
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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54a401d
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Most men find [peace] entirely unlike what they had expected - like love...
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life
love
peace
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Patrick O'Brian |
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54f7d4f
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"If Piper and Rudy hadn't seen me, I'd have done the inside work myself." Roarke lifted an eyebrow as he secured the first string and took out another. "I might have some mild objection to my wife dating strange men." She went back to the tray, took another pretty canape at random. "I wouldn't have slept with any of them... unless the job called for it." She grinned at him. "And I would have thought of you the whole time." "It wouldn't have taken very long -- since I'd have cut off his balls and handed them to you." He kept stringing lights as she choked on her wine. "Jesus, Roarke, I'm only kidding." "Mmm-hmm. Me, too, darling. Hand me another string of these."
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love
possessive-hero
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J.D. Robb |
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d49fb43
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Wenn man einem Mann zeigt, wie nichtig seine Hoffnung und sein Hoffen war, totet man den hellen bejahenden Teil in ihm, der geliebt werden mochte.
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love
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Gregory David Roberts |
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14e5851
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- Lady Jersey to Mrs.Cowper,as the two watched dancers waltz at Almack's.
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love
so-true
woman
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Karen Hawkins |
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544d158
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Things would have turned out better is she had lived. As it was, she died when I was kid;and thought everything that happened to me since then is thoroughly my own fault, still when I lost her I lost sight of any landmark that might have led me someplace happier, to some more populated or congenial life.
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love
mother
the-goldfinch
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Donna Tartt |
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d557c8f
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It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.
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fear
love
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Jane Yolen |
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d58519c
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Once the door to one disaster had opened, the possibilities for catastrophe seemed open-ended and I felt I'd no choice but to go along with my life as it unraveled.
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love
marriage
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Marian Keyes |
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afecad6
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Jack prese la lettera, borbotto uno <> e si ritiro. Torno poco dopo, piu alto, piu dritto nella persona, il volto raggiante. <> Afferro la mano di Stephen, fissandolo con infinita benevolenza. <> Si guardo intorno in uno stato di frastornata felicita, poi estrasse il violino dalla custodia, il violino rimasto a lungo in ozio, e si lancio in un virtuosismo straordinario, interrotto dal fischietto del nostromo quando il comandante Fanshawe fu accolto a bordo.
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betrayal
happiness
love
make-peace
marriage
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Patrick O'Brian |
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563ff6d
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"The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in. His voice dropped to a whisper. "Let it come in. We think we don't deserve love, we think if we let it in we'll become too soft. But a wise man named Levine said it right. He said, 'Love is the only rational act."
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enter
give
important
life
love
rational
receive
soft
wise
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Mitch Albom |
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92961b1
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In the eyes, heart, and mind of the one you love and who you want to love you, you will become, in essence, a new person.
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love
relationships
the-laws-of-love
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Chris Prentiss |
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5336506
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Sometimes I wish it has been you.
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life
love
olympics
running
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Jennifer Weiner |
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ce570a1
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There was also closeness, for the end of a couple is like a death, and the notion of death, of temporariness, can remind us of the value of things.
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closeness
deah
love
temporariness
time
value
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Mohsin Hamid |
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1fc80bd
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Better a fallen rocket than never a burst of light. Dante reserved a place in his Inferno for those who wilfully live in sadness - sullen in the sweet air, he says. Your 'honour' is all shame and timidity and compliance. Pure of stain! But the artist is the secret criminal in our midst. He is the agent of progress against authority. you are right to be a scholar. A scholar is all scruple, an artist is none. The artist must lie, cheat, deceive, be untrue to nature and contemptuous of history. I made my life into my art and it was an unqualified success. The blaze of my immolation threw its light into every corner of the land where uncounted young men sat each in his own darkness. What would I have done in Megara!? - think what I would have missed! I awoke the imagination of the century. I banged Ruskin's and Pater's heads together, and from the moral severity of one and the aesthetic soul of the other I made art a philosophy that can look the twentieth century in the eye. I had genius, brilliancy, daring, I took charge of my own myth. I dipped my staff into the comb of wild honey. I tasted forbidden sweetness and drank the stolen waters. I lived at the turning point of the world where everything was waking up new - the New Drama, the New Novel, New Journalism, New Hedonism, New Paganism, even the New Woman. Where were you when all this was happening?
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courage
life
love
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Tom Stoppard |
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51e4c0d
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...and Miss Dietrich smiled and nodded at this and said that a girl in search of a husband should squeeze apple seeds between her fingers: if any struck the ceiling, she was sure to be happy in her quest, for apples were the fruit of love.
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love
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David Guterson |
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d9f4c9e
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I trust you to find the good in me, but the bad I must be sure you don't overlook. -Char to Ella
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ella
ella-enchanted
love
prince-char
prince-charmont
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Gail Carson Levine |
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fede91b
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And on a cold Sunday afternoon, he was joined in his home by a small group of friends and family for a 'living funeral'. Each of them spoke and paid tribute.. Some cried. Some laughed. One woman read a poem: 'My dear and loving cousin.. Your ageless heart as you move through time, layer on layer, tender sequoia..' .. And all the heartfelt things we never get to say to those we love, Morrie said that day.
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celebrate
death
life
living-funeral
love
share
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Mitch Albom |
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51b386c
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You don't have to sleep with someone, you can be unfaithful with your emotions.
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love
marriage
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Marian Keyes |
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51a9684
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True love is precisely the opposite move of forsaking the promise of Eternity itself for an imperfect individual.
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eternity
love
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Slavoj Žižek |
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51141a8
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You are saying, I would like to but I could never forgive you or myself. I am saying, if you let me kneel before you once, I can live without forgiveness for a very long time.
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love
relationship
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Joe Meno |
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cd7ac3d
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"Give me your hand," Alice said, barely a whisper. Bones held out his hand tentatively. She took it and placed it on her heart over her left breast. So small. So delicate. She didn't move. He didn't move. Alice was his life. How could he make her his eternal? "Kiss me," she said. Bones let his hand linger, and then slowly slip away, not wanting her to think he was greedy. He touched her cheek, careful not to poke her in the eye. He wasn't sure what to do with his other hand, so he put it in his pocket. Classic move. He felt stupid for worrying about his breath, knowing it was gross from the wine--and he worried Alice was about to find out how little he knew about kissing--and he wondered if she had condoms in the bag--and imagined himself unrolling one, all suave-like--and realized he was wasting the most amazing moment of his life--and wished his brain would just shut the fuck up. Alice leaned forward. "Now." Bones shuddered. "Okay."
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kissing
love
sex
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Sherry Shahan |
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a70e834
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How many times since then have I rejected Love because it did not present itself the way I expected, in a form acceptable to me?
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love
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Barbara Brown Taylor |
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cd511cd
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I've given myself to you. You may have my body, soul, everything. Time passes, and all I want is the intimacy that slows, defeats. and confounds it. Love, that's what it is. You've always made the mistake that men often make, and carried forward the great fault that mars civilisation, which is that you believe that your philosophy is deeper than love.
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intimacy
love
men-and-women-quote
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Mark Helprin |
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93f7104
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Holding a precious book meant to Mendel what an assignment with a woman might to another man. These moments were his platonic nights of love. Books had power over him; money never did. Great collectors, including the founder of a collection in Princeton University Library, tried in vain to recruit him as an adviser and buyer for their libraries--Jakob Mendel declined; no one could imagine him anywhere but in the Cafe Gluck. Thirty-three years ago, when his beard was still soft and black and he had ringlets over his forehead, he had come from the east to Vienna, a crook-backed lad, to study for the rabbinate, but he had soon abandoned Jehovah the harsh One God to give himself up to idolatry in the form of the brilliant, thousand-fold polytheism of books. That was when he had first found his way to the Cafe Gluck, and gradually it became his workplace, his headquarters, his post office, his world. Like an astronomer alone in his observatory, studying myriads of stars every night through the tiny round lens of the telescope, observing their mysterious courses, their wandering multitude as they are extinguished and then appear again, so Jakob Mendel looked through his glasses out from that rectangular table into the other universe of books, also eternally circling and being reborn in that world above our own.
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books
collecting-books
knowledge
love
obsession
reading
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Stefan Zweig |
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5a40f45
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After Twiss went out the barn, Milly went up to their bedroom with the brown paper bag. She looked out the window before she turned it upside down and the bars of lavender soap shaped like seashells and the card shaped like a rectangle came tumbling out. Asa's name graced the front of the card. A note graced the back. 'I know why you did it, Milly. Bella swings a golf club just like him.' Milly sat a long time on her old twin mattress, staring at the fleur-de-lis carved into the headboard, at the life that didn't belong to her and the life that did, before she placed the soaps beneath the velvet tray in her jewelry box and closed it. She never washed her hands with a single one of the seashell-shaped soaps, although from time to time, when Twiss had gone for a walk or to the barn, she'd open her jewelry box and examine her only secret. 'La joie de vivre.' The scent of lavender. Forgiveness. Age-old love.
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forgiveness
lavender
love
milly-and-asa
soap
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Rebecca Rasmussen |
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1cec89a
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As Father, the authority he claims for himself is the authority of compassion. That authority comes from letting the sins of his children pierce his heart. There is no lust, greed, anger, resentment, jealousy, or vengeance in his lost children that has not cause immense grief to his heart. The grief is so deep because the heart is so pure. From the deep inner place where love embraces all human grief, the Father reaches out to his children. The touch of his hands, radiating inner light, seeks only to heal. Here is the God I want to believe in: a Father who, from the beginning of creation, has stretched out his arms in merciful blessing, never forcing himself on anyone, but always waiting; never letting his arms drop down in despair, but always hoping that his children will return so that he can speak words of love to them and let his tired arms rest on their shoulders. His only desire is to bless. In Latin, to bless is benedicere, which means literally: saying good things. The Father wants to say, more with his touch than with his voice, good things of his children. He has no desire to punish them. They have always been punished excessively by their own inner or outer waywardness. The Father wants simply to let them know that the love they have searched for in such distorted ways has been, is, and always will be there for them. The Father wants to say, more with his hands than with his mouth: 'You are my Beloved, on you my favor rests.' He is the shepherd, 'feeding his flock, gathering lambs in his arms, holding them against his breast.' The true center of Rembrandt's painting is the hands of the father.
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father
god
love
rembrandt
sin
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Henri J.M. Nouwen |
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dcc65e5
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"Robin, he chided her. He wanted to tell her all this would happen to her, too, that her luck would turn as well. But he had no good arguments for this, and she had no reason to believe him. Such luck as his was far too rare. "I hope it all works out," she said, looking up, and then, as if afraid to sound too stingy, she added, "I'm sure it will." He bent down to kiss her, but she turned away slightly, and his lips brushed her ear as he whispered, "Please be happy for me."
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love
luck
science
suffering
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Allegra Goodman |
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1ce14ee
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Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that makes us. We have to love, I think - as forthy as that sounds - we have to love to be fully alive, fully human.
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love
what-makes-us-human
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J.D. Robb |
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5a83d07
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"Just because I love Mister Jewls, it doesn't mean I can't also love you. Love is different from most things." She picked up a piece of chalk. "If I gave my piece of chalk to someone, then I wouldn't have it anymore. But when I give my love to someone, I end up with more love than I started with. The more love you give away, the more you have left."
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limits-of-love
love
teacher
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Louis Sachar |
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cb18497
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And even when he guessed that the love stories of the misled and the forsaken had become a little less authentic with each retelling . . . even if this was the case, he was still moved. Indeed, he was more moved by the lives of the bereft and the unchosen than he was by stories of success in love.
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forsaken
julian-barnes
love
love-stories
the-only-story
unlucky-in-love
unrequited-love
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Julian Barnes |
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9639cd7
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"In the end, it was the little details of the wedding that Daphne remembered. There were tears in her mother's eyes (and then eventually on her face), and Anthony's voice had been oddly hoarse when he stepped forward to give her away. Hyacinth had strewn her rose petals too quickly, and there were none left by the time she reached the altar. Gregory sneezed three times before they even got to their vows. And she remembered the look of concentration on Simon's face as he repeated his vows. Each syllable was uttered slowly and carefully. His eyes burned with intent, and his voice was low but true. To Daphne, it sounded as if nothing in the world could possibly be as important as the words he spoke as they stood before the archbishop. Her heart found comfort in this; no man who spoke his vows with such intensity could possibly view marriage as a mere convenience. A shiver raced down Daphne's spine, causing her to sway. In just a moment, she would belong to this man forever. Simon's head turned slightly, his eyes darting to her face. his eyes asked. She nodded, a tiny little jog of her chin that only he could see. Something blazed in his eyes--could it be relief? Gregory sneezed for a fourth time, then a fifth and sixth, completely obliterating the archbishop's "man and wife." Daphne felt a horrifying bubble of mirth pushing up her throat. She pressed her lips together, determined to maintain an appropriately serious facade. Marriage, after all, was a solemn institution, and not one to be treating as a joke. She shot a glance at Simon, only to find that he was looking at her with a queer expression. His pale eyes were focused on her mouth, and the corners of his lips began to twitch. Daphne felt that bubble of mirth rising ever higher. Simon grabbed her with almost desperate arms, his mouth crashing down on hers with a force that drew a collective gasp from the small assemblage of guests. And then both sets of lips--bride and groom--burst into laughter, even as they remained entwined. Violet Bridgerton later said it was the oddest kiss she'd ever been privileged to view. Gregory Bridgerton--when he finished sneezing--said it was disgusting. The archbishop, who was getting on in years, looked perplexed. But Hyacinth Bridgerton, who at ten should have known the least about kisses of anyone, just blinked thoughtfully, and said, "I think it's nice. If they're laughing now, they'll probably be laughing forever." She turned to her mother. "Isn't that a good thing?" Violet took her youngest daughter's hand and squeezed it. "Laughter is always a good thing, Hyacinth. And thank you for reminding us of that." And so it was that the rumor was started that the new Duke and Duchess of Hastings were the most blissfully happy and devoted couple to be married in decades. After all, who could remember another wedding with so much laughter?"
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love
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Julia Quinn |
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5a8ba20
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And we're finally home.
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finally
home
love
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Stephanie Perkins |
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5bc1728
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I came to see that knowing what love isn't might be just as valuable, though infinitely less satisfying, as knowing what it is.
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love
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Susan Vreeland |
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4e49fc2
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"What is beautiful is seized," my mother said a final time, speaking of my father, whom she said had been destroyed by too many women, a heart picked over, scratched at, taken, lost. "It came to me in bulky bandages, seeming much larger, much more than it really was."
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love
love-quotes
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Lorrie Moore |
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5bcd89c
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She was a desperate woman with frailties just like her, temptations just like her, a woman who had needs, a woman who loved almost to the point of there being no more her anymore, a woman who probably cried too much, just like her, a woman afraid, wanting to believe rather than believing [...]
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faith
family
life
love
tears
temptation
woman
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Susan Vreeland |
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5c2340a
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Den ton eikha philesei alla exera oti tha ginotan ki auto, kai to exere oti to exera, kai uperkhe kati san amoibaia khara se toute ten olisthese pros to anapodrasto, ki as men exera to onoma tou e an o,tidepote apo osa elege etan aletheia.
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inevitable
kiss
love
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Rachel Kushner |
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9ed732f
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Love is vivid. I never wanted the pale version.. Love is full strenght. I never wanted the diluted version. I never shied away from love's hugeness but I had no idea that love could be as reliable as the sun. The daily rising of love.
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feminism
love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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e155011
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The next day she (Victoria) pulled down some of her old diaries, perhaps to recall Lezhen's part of her life, and came to a passage in 1839 where she had written of her 'happiness' with Melbourne. Now, with both Melbourne and Lezhen gone she noted '1st October, 1842. Wrote & looked over & corrected my old journals, which do not now awake very pleasant feelings. The life I led then was so artificial & superficial, & yet I thought I was happy. Thank God! I now know what real happiness means.
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itv-victoria
love
pbs-victoria
prince-albert
queen-victoria
romance-quotes
royalty
the-young-victoria
vicbert
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Stanley Weintraub |
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f91b93c
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Fool! Never wait on a man! Let him wait on himself!
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grandmother
love
man-and-woman
relationships
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V.C. Andrews |
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e1646e5
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Know that God loves you very, very much. And remind others that they are loved too. If they don't want to hear that God loves them, then tell them you love them. It will be just as important! Beliefs vary, but love always works!
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love
religion
spirituality
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Sean Patrick Brennan |
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9704625
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"Even his I love you's," she said, "were like tiny daggers, like little needles or safety pins. Beware of a man who says he loves you but is incapable of a passionate confession; of melting into a sob."
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love
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Lorrie Moore |
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1cab6ea
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Because you promised? But you've promised me load of things. Like to cherish me and to love till death do us part.
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cheat
fling
love
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Marian Keyes |
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4dbf231
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For the first time in her life Tomoe came to the realization that there are fools and fools. A man who loves others with an open-hearted simplicity, who trusts others, no matter who they are, even if he is deceived or even betrayed-- such a man in the present-day world is bound to be written off as a fool. And so he is. But not just an ordinary fool. He is a wonderful fool. He is a wonderful fool who will never allow the little light which he sheds along man's way to go out.
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love
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Shūsaku Endō |
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5cc42ab
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Scopul nostru nu este de a ne contopi unul intr-altul, ci a ne recunoaste reciproc si a invata sa vedem si sa respectam fiecare in celalalt ceea ce e contrariul si completarea sa.
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hermann-hesse
love
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Hermann Hesse |
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e26d075
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The stars are always there, even in the daylight. Sometimes we just can't see them.
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love
marriage
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Marian Keyes |
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e271398
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Im sorry, I thought it would be better that way. Less painful, to just let it all fade away.
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love
marriage
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Marian Keyes |
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4d9f8d3
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Toltosi il berretto, la saluto profondamente come una principessa e se n'ando col cuore oppresso; doveva lasciarla perire. Rimase a lungo turbato, non aveva voglia di parlare con nessuno. Per quanto poco si assomigliassero, quella fiera e povera israelita gli ricordava in certo modo Lidia, la figlia del cavaliere. Amare donne come quelle era fonte di dolore. Ma per qualche tempo gli parve di non aver mai amato altre che queste due, la povera, inquieta Lidia e l'ombrosa, amara israelita.
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love
love-hurts
love-sad
narcissus-and-goldmund
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Hermann Hesse |
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4d4999c
|
You know how it is. Love's flame flickers and dies, reason returns to her throne, and you aren't nearly as ready to hop about and jump through hoops as in the first pristine glow of the divine passion.
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love
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P.G. Wodehouse |
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4c888e0
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I may be dying, but I am surrounded by loving, caring souls. How many people can say that?
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death
dying
ill
life
live
love
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Mitch Albom |
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4bc97e0
|
Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.
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|
life
love
mothers-and-daughters
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Emily Giffin |
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4b8dca4
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Sometimes one feels the need of a word more powerful than love, or at least one more exclusive to the love of one's heart.
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love
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Mary Balogh |
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e57419e
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Among our people we have the recognition, the sudden knowledge that a mate is before you. Not all our people know this certainty, and to them falls the difficult task of slowly building a bond with another who has also not known the recognition. With Calis and Elien, it is the difficult way. But often it ends in a love as profound as the first.
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love
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Raymond E. Feist |
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9869e48
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"There's a thing they've figured out about love. Scientifically. They've done studies to find out what keeps couples together. Do you know what it is? It isn't getting along. Isn't having money, or children, or a similar outlook on life. It's just checking in with each other. Doing little kindnesses for each other. At breakfast, you pass the jam. Or, on a trip to New York City, you hold hands for a second in a smelly subway elevator. You ask "How was your day?" and pretend to care. Stuff like that really works."
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love
relationship
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
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c457992
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Rights begin where love ends. Shall we argue over who is the most to blame?
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blame
love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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4af6496
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... both pleasure and devotion require a stress-free space in which to flourish...
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life
love
pleasure
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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99b55f1
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When I hear and see young men like you and Troit, who have turned their lives around, it makes me feel good. We need to learn to love one another; there is just too much hate in this world. Supt. Allerdyce Strachan, the first female officer to rise to the rank of superintendent on the Royal Bahamas Police Force.
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change
community-policing
feel-good
feeling-good
former-gang-members-good-feeling
hate
hatred
love
loving-one-another
reform-gangsters
turn-around
youth-clubs
youth-programs
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Drexel Deal |
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I am yours, for time and eternity--time and eternity.
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love
mgg
time-and-eternity
william-dean-howells
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William Dean Howells |
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4a46673
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Marriage used to be a public institution for the common good, and now it is a private arrangement for the satisfaction of the individuals.
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love
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Timothy J. Keller |
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c32f25e
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How astounding that the largest thing he'd ever seen was still no match for the diminishing effect of distance. It made him aware of his own smallness in the world, his insignificance in the face of what might come, and for a moment his chest felt light with panic.
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love
relatable-quotes
wwii
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Julie Orringer |
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c2b2814
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Adios muneca, ha sido muy hermoso, pero eras un automata sin alma.
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love
umberto-eco
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Umberto Eco |
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69f6c22
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Lonzi said the only thing worth loving was what was to come, and since what was to come was unforeseeable---only a cretin or a liar would try to predict the future---the future had to be lived now, in the now, as intensity.
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hindsight
insight
living
love
time
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Rachel Kushner |
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e80fc52
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Each of us is different and has different needs. In addition, our needs change over the course of our relationship. When you are committed to an enduring relationship with someone, you aren't simply concerned about having your needs met. You also go out of your way to care for your loved one, being aware of and adaptable to their changing needs.
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chris-prentiss
inspiration
life
love
relationships
self-help
the-laws-of-love
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Chris Prentiss |
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Alguien dijo una vez que en el momento en que te paras a pensar si quieres a alguien, ya has dejado de quererle para siempre - dije.
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love
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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e9a2cba
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...I think I might die if I don't kiss you right now. A real-life kiss.
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cute
gamer-girl
kissing
love
maddy
mari-mancusi
romance
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Mari Mancusi |
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6d9152d
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It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now. This is not uncommon after loss of love-- blue and black and red blasting the crater open. I am interested in anger.
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breaking-up
grief
loss
loss-of-love
love
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Anne Carson |
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e9e3df0
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Joan has a right to love whom she likes, and to go where she likes and to work and be independent and happy, and if she can't be happy then she has a right to make her own unhappiness; it's a thousand times better to be unhappy in your own way than to be happy in someone else's.
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freedom
happiness
happy
independence
love
unhappiness
unhappy
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Radclyffe Hall |
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6dd3e88
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It took seven languages to make me; it would have been nice if I could have spoken just one. But I couldn't, so he leaned down and kissed me.
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languages
love
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Nicole Krauss |
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721bc36
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"She said, "Daddy thinks that all the world's magic is almost evolved out." I thought of Roebuck Lake, its swamps and sloughs and loblollies and breaks of cypress and cane, its sunken treetops and stobs and bream beds and sleepy gar rolling over and over and over, its baptizing pools and bridges and mussels and mosquitoes and turkey vultures and, now in the drought, the gray flaking mud-flats and logs crowded with turtles and sometimes a fat snake yawning its tame old cottony mouth like a well-fed dog in a pen. I said, "Is that what the freak show is?" She said, "Dirty miracles."
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faith
home
isolation
love
magic
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Lewis Nordan |
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4963c70
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"If I bring him home though, I swear he'll spend the rest of his life waiting by the door. And he deserves better than that, don't you think?' Yes, I think, my heart breaking.
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death
dogs
love
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Sigrid Nunez |