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2443c4e
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It's great to just be here with you, watching the world go by.
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love
together
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Zadie Smith |
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6f0f658
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I want our life to be like a house with all the windows lit.
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love
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Edith Wharton |
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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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76e28cb
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This breakage within us is what makes us human and vulnerable. There is nothing more sinister than someone whose mind seems to be an absolute circle; there is a helpless coldness and a deadly certainty about such a presence.
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celtic-spirituality
humanness
longing
love
sensitivity
spirituality
vulnerability
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John O'Donohue |
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0941933
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Escapaba a su comprension el que un ser, independiente del parentesco que pudiera tener con otro, asi no mas, con la mano en la cintura rechazara de una manera tan brutal una atencion.
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attention
hurt
love
rejection
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Laura Esquivel |
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b9f9e54
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For most of us, the first experience of love, even if it doesn't work out--perhaps especially when it doesn't work out--promises that here is the thing that validates, that vindicates life. And though subsequent years might alter this view, until some of us give up on it altogether, when love first strikes, there's nothing like it, is there? Agreed?
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love
promises
vindication
vindication-across-time
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Julian Barnes |
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b88ed71
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Was that love? If so, he couldn't fathom why poets waxed on about it being such a blissful state. As far as he could tell, it was about as blissful as riding an unbroke horse, a bone-rattling endeavor where one held on for dear life, unable to recognize if he was making progress until either the horse quit buckin' or the ground smacked him in the face.
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horse
love
progress
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Karen Witemeyer |
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254411a
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"They would regret that they had not killed him; he would get out of that hole and find Juliana sooner or later, even if he had to pursue her to hell itself. "Oh, you won't have to go that far, we are on our way to California," Diego said in farewell"
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humor
love
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Isabel Allende |
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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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b63582a
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But death, too, had the power to awe, she knew this now-that a human being could be alive for years and years, thinking and breathing and eating, full of a million worries and feelings and thoughts, taking up space in the world, and then, in an instant, become absent, invisible.
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death
feelings
human
human-beings
life
love
meditation
power
silence
thoughts
worries
years
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Jhumpa Lahiri |
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b61ef8f
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It was high school. Evil is kind of the name of the game.
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life
love
olympics
running
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Jennifer Weiner |
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2d2698e
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Comme ils sont dans l'erreur ceux qui voient en Elua un dieu bien delicat, fait uniquement pour etre adore par les amants aux yeux tournes vers les etoiles. Mais que les guerriers clament donc leur foi dans des dieux de sang et de tonnerre ; l'amour est dur, plus dur que l'acier - et trois fois plus cruel. Il est inexorable comme la maree, et la vie et la mort marchent sur ses brisees.
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love
religion
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Jacqueline Carey |
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42ba86d
|
"Friedrich, why didn't you..." "Ah, heaven, she gifs me the name that no one speaks since Minna died!" cried the Professor, pausing in a puddle to regard her with grateful delight. "I always call you so to myself--I forgot, but I won't unless you like it." "Like it? It is more sweet to me than I can tell. Say 'thou', also, and I shall say your language is almost as beautiful as mine."
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inloved
jo
little-women
love
mujercitas
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Louisa May Alcott |
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7193e0d
|
Giselle had woken up once already, to find that she was pinned to the bed by the weight of Saul's leg lying across her lower body and his arm holding her against his side. It was a welcome imprisonment, though, and it enabled her to lie silently within its captivity and marvel at the magical events of the night and the happiness they had brought her. Now she was awake again--this time to find that she had the bed--his bed--to herself, and that she could stretch out languorously in it, entranced by the sweetly heavy ennui that possessed her body as intimately and intensely as Saul had possessed it during the night.
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love
relationship
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Penny Jordan |
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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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2eba13d
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I am touched that you are trying to comprehend me. A friend could not be more loving.
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love
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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427f2dd
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Aber wie dem, der in einer schnellen Kreisbewegung drehend geworden, auch da noch, wenn er schon wieder still sitzt, die aussern Gegenstande mit ihm herum zu gehen scheinen: so wird auch das Herz, das zu heftig erschuttert worden, nicht auf einmal wieder ruhig.
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love
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Gotthold Ephraim Lessing |
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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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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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a50786b
|
Perhaps the sorrow was not, after all, emanating from the attic, but from her.
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business
loss
love
sorrow
tycoon
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Christina Dodd |
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2885c8e
|
Now I appreciate that for those of you who have stayed with me this far, there's nothing too surprising about this romantic development. You probably saw it coming. But I didn't
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inspirational
love
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James Patterson |
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420bd69
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We're drawn to live in the world until the fire within meets the fire without. We're drawn to move through all the invisible barriers to find what we love, to love what we love, and to save what we love. The inevitable journey of being spirit on Earth is to love things dearly enough that in time we become a nameless part of what we love. Until we're left with the noble effort to voice and affirm what we touch and know when closest to life, for as long as we can.
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love
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Mark Nepo |
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2c5f130
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He grieved too, Klara said, for the loss of a certain idea of himself.
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love
relatable-quotes
wwii
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Julie Orringer |
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0d5b461
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"In human life and in the history of faith, I think, love has a quality of a bedrock reality we discover-- adventurers, travelers, each of us, only fitfully apprehending its potential. I take some solace in the fact that I'm not alone in this intuition that the reality of evil, of injustice, of suffering notwithstanding, "at the center of this existence is a heart beating with love." That's how Desmond Tutu put it to me, with greater authority than mine from a life that has known extremes of human cruelty one to another."
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art-of-living
enoughness
faith
humanity
love
on-being
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Krista Tippett |
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762bdb2
|
That his comments actually pertained to her questions--that in spite of the infinity in his eyes he was participating in a finite conversation--made up for the sourness in his face.
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love
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Jonathan Franzen |
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0d38536
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Surely the heart is not a fitting place to house hatred. But where is its place? I don't know. That is one of the universe's Unknowns. It would seem that the God's truly delight in messing things up, for in not having created a particular spot to house hatred, they have provoked eternal chaos. Hatred us forever hunting down a refuge, poking it's nose where it shouldn't, taking over sites reserved for others, invariably forcing out love.
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love
wise-words
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Laura Esquivel |
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0d32ea3
|
We had a genuine love for each other, and we loved being around each other, and in the gang was where I felt love. Troit Lynes, former death row inmate of Her Majesty Prison
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gangs
love
loyalty
unity
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Drexel Deal |
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a8b2dbc
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"I was afraid this day would never come," she whispered. He cupped her face in his hands. "I told you love works magic."
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love
true-love
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Kate Forsyth |
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e795858
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She felt if she ever had children she would love them no less when they were twenty than when they were two; they might need you more at twenty, she thought. What do you really need when you're two? In the hospital, the babies were the easiest patients. The older they got, the more they needed; and the less anyone wanted or loved them.
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love
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John Irving |
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e926098
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In trouble and from darkness you come, Ged, yet your coming is joy to me.
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love
social-support
|
Ursula K. Le Guin |
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e932a60
|
Is there anyone dearer than the children of people you love, especially when you don't have your own?
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infertility
love
|
Lisa Unger |
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4af6496
|
... 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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5dc510d
|
But that's not quite right either. I miss Paris, but it's not home. It's more like... I miss this. This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home. I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath. I could never tell him, but it's true. This is home. The two of us.
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love
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Stephanie Perkins |
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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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a8aed09
|
"Artemis let her head fall back, her eyes closed, her lips suddenly trembling. Apollo dying. "Please. Please, Maximus. I'll refrain from provoking you anymore. I'll stay in the shadows with my stockings and shoes on and never swim in your pond again, never disturb you again, only please do this one thing, I beg you. Save my brother." --
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love
sacrifice
siblings
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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167c0ba
|
As [Norrell] watched she was seized by a fit of coughing that continued for some moments, and during that time Sir Walter appeared most uncomfortable. He did not look at the young woman (though he looked everywhere else in the room). He picked up a gilt ornament from a little table by his side, turned it over, looked at its underneath, put it down again. Finally he coughed -a brief clearing of the throat as though to suggest that everyone coughed -coughing was the most natural thing in the world -coughing could never, under any circumstances, be cause for alarm.
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love
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Susanna Clarke |
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ea13cbc
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Yo de Lily me enamore como un becerro, la forma mas romantica de enamorarse --se decia tambien templarse al cien--...
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enamorarse
love
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Mario Vargas Llosa |
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ff2ccde
|
Would that I could make of heart and soul something other than a battleground!
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love
soul
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Jacqueline Carey |
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e19f6d6
|
"Do you think I have good character?" "The best." Smiling, she ran her fingers down my cheek and tapped the cobra's face. "I'm really loyal," Lark said, focusing on the snake instead of me. "My mom said I get stuck in the mud a lot. If I like something, I just like it forever. I don't change. I wasn't just saying that the first night." Leaning down, I kissed her "And you like me?" "I should play coy, right? I should make you work for it, but I can't. I don't want to lie, so I'll just tell the truth. I like you more than I've liked any guy ever. I'm a little obsessed with you. Like if you dumped me, I would stalk you." My smile widened. "Your honesty is really hot." "Would you stalk me if I dumped you?" "Of course not," I said, pulling a blanket over us. "I wouldn't need to because I'd kidnap you and keep you as my muse slave." "I'd escape. I'm wily like that." "I bet you would, but we'll never have to find out." Lark and I stared at each other as if waiting for the other one to be brave enough to say it. "You're mine," I whispered. "No one else." Lark gave a gentle smile like in the studio. "I love you too." Finally, it was out in the open. The words sounded perfect and natural. "I loved you last weekend," I admitted. "I should have said that, but I was a jackass." "I loved you on our first date. I would have mentioned it, but I'm a bigger jackass." Laughing, I leaned her back on the couch. "I want to celebrate the love between two jackasses." "No," she said, squirming free. "I want to be on top. I like exploring." "And what you like, you'll always like." Tugging off her tee, Lark grinned. "I'll be an old woman and still enjoying my cobra. Oh, and the hot guy attached to it."
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jackass
love
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Bijou Hunter |
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a81032b
|
I have been wondering this summer why our love has seemed deeper, tenderer than ever before. It's taken us twenty-five years, almost, but perhaps at last we are willing to let each other be; as we are; two diametrically opposite human beings in many ways, which has often led to storminess. But I think we are both learning not to chafe at the other's particular ness.
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love
romantic-love
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Madeleine L'Engle |
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4a52998
|
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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7465353
|
Who knew it was in my power to make anyone so happy? Or that I could ever be so happy myself? My moods were a slingshot; after being locked-down and anesthetized for years my heart was zinging and slamming itself around like a bee under a glass, everything bright, sharp, confusing, wrong - but it was a clean pain as opposed to the dull misery that had plagued me for years under the drugs like a rotten tooth, the sick dirty ache of something spoiled. The clarity was exhilarating; it was as if I'd removed a pair of smudged-up glasses that fuzzed everything I saw. All summer long I had been practically delirious: tingling, daffy, energized, running on gin and shrimp cocktail and the invigorating whock of tennis balls. And all I could think was Kitsey, Kitsey, Kitsey!
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inspirational
love
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Donna Tartt |
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5ef9a8c
|
But I'm not ready to let Winn-Dixie go.
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friendship
grief-and-loss
ínpirational
love
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Kate DiCamillo |
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15c9943
|
"Albert wrote to his 'dearest cousin' on 26 June to offer his 'sincerest felicitations on that great change which had taken place in your life'. It was a difficult letter to compose. Now that she was 'Queen of the mightiest land of Europe', he went on, 'the happiness of millions' lay in her hands, and he trusted that Heaven would assist her in 'that high but difficult task." He hoped for a long and happy - and glorious - reign, in which she would achieve the 'thankfulness and love' of her subjects. He wished neither to be indiscreet nor to 'abuse' her time, but, he closed, 'May I pray you to think likewise sometimes of your cousins in Bonn, and to continue to them that kindness you favoured them with till now.' And he signed it as 'your Majesty's most obedient and faithful servant, Albert'."
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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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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
|
Hermann Hesse |
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4a46673
|
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
|
Timothy J. Keller |
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5c68d34
|
Love your children while they are young. Because they grow up soon enough, and then... then the have no need of you.
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love
need
|
Robert Ferrigno |
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0e4f1a0
|
?Como puede uno comer cuando el corazon esta ocupado?
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love
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Sena Jeter Naslund |
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dcc65e5
|
"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
|
Allegra Goodman |
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0ec5ba2
|
People always seem to band together in accordance to a principle that has nothing to do with love, a principle that releases them from personal responsibility. (p. 81)
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love
race
|
James Baldwin |
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4b8dca4
|
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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60658cf
|
Every glance made him need another.
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glance
infatuation
looking
love
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James Salter |
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17e5eaa
|
Sarojini admits he has a point; girls have to be toughened so they can survive a world that presses harder on women, and surely Bimal does a good job of that. But deep in a hidden place inside her that is stubborn as a mudfish, Sarojini knows she is right, too. Being loved a little more than necessary arms a girl in a different way.
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love
|
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni |
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d30a939
|
As they say in New York, Get over it and, if you can't get over it, Get over talking about it.
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cheat
fling
love
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Marian Keyes |
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d557c8f
|
It is a fearful thing to love what death can touch.
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fear
love
|
Jane Yolen |
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d58519c
|
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
|
Marian Keyes |
|
21d8af4
|
"Uncle said, "If love would save him, wouldn't no harm come to him."
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love
|
Lewis Nordan |
|
21d7a88
|
The Sea is everything. It covers seven tenths of the globe . . . The sea is only a receptacle for all the prodigious, super-natural things that exist inside it. It is only movement and love; it is the living infinite.
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anthony-doerr
infinite
love
sea
supernatural
the-sea
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Anthony Doerr |
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d173a05
|
Then he commandeered the floor, shooting back and forth like some hot Latin lover. When he finished, everyone applauded. He could have stayed in that moment forever.
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dance
emotion
forever
love
moment
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Mitch Albom |
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2d90572
|
The water, the surf, the colors on the shore. You think they make the beauty of the tropical sea, aye, lad? They do not. 'Tis the knowledge of what lurks below the surface of it, that awful-looking thing, as you call it, that carries death with every move that it makes. So it is, so it is with all beauty.
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danger
death
fear
love
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James M. Cain |
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219a416
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--Hazme lo que quieras --susurro. Tenia diecisiete anos y la vida en los labios.
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|
labios
love
mia
mine
mio
sex
tuya
tuyo
yours
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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214eb17
|
Sensations were completely different. Like the night she had run free as the wolf, Savannah now had the senses of a bird of prey. Her vision was sharp and clear, her eyes enormously wide. She spread her wings experimentally, then flapped them in the light drizzle. They were much bigger than she had anticipated. It delighted her, and she flapped them harder so she could create a wind, causing waves in the water standing in the patio. Gregori's voice held a hint of laughter. , she answered. Her rapidly beating wings lifted her into the air. The light mist was already passing overhead. The air was warm and heavy with the promise of moisture, but she soared high, reveling in her ability to do so. Gregori's larger, stronger body dropped over hers, close and protective, guiding her in the direction of the bayou. As high up as they were, the sharp eyes of the raptor could spot the smallest of movements below. Details were vivid and clear. Even colors were different. Infrared vision, heat sensors-- Savannah wasn't certain what it was exactly, but the way she perceived the world was a different and unique experience. She dipped beneath Gregori and soared away from him, turning sideways and circling high above him. In her mind she could hear him swearing. As always he sounded arrogant, elegant, Old World, completely in command. Laughing, she caught a thermal and rode it up over the river. The male dropped down to cover her with his huge wings, fencing her in. she accused him, her touch in his mind a whisper of lightness, of invitation to join in her fun. , ma femme. He knew the threat was empty when he made it; he would give her the world. But why did she have to be such a little dare-devil all the time? Her soft laughter played over his skin like music, like the gentle breeze blowing from the mountains in their homeland. Even within the bird's body, he stirred to life, need and hunger rising to become a part of him. Relentless. Demanding. Savage in its intensity. It was more than simple lust. More than hunger. More than need. It was all of it merged together with a tenderness he had never conceived he could feel. When she was at her most outrageous, her most defiant, that was when his heart melted.
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love
spoilsport
|
Christine Feehan |
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02c8e21
|
"What do I do now?" I ask desperately. "Tell me! What do I do now?" He remains calm. He looks at me closely and says, "Keep living, Ed.... It's only the pages that stop here." He stays perhaps another ten minutes, probably due to the trauma that has strapped itself to me. I remain standing, trying to contemplate and recover from what's transpired. "I really think I'd better go," he says again, this item with more finality. With difficulty, I walk him to the door. We say goodbye on the front porch, and he walks back up the street. I wonder about his name, but I'm sure I'll earn it soon enough. He's written about this, I'm sure, the bastard. All of it. As he walks up the street he pulls a small notebook from his pocket and writes a few things down. It makes me think maybe I should write about all this myself. After all, I;m the one who did all the work. I'd start with the bank robbery. Something like, "The gunman is useless." The odds are, however, that he's beaten me to it already It'll be his name on the cover of all these words, not mine. He'll get all the credit. Or the crap, if her does a shit job. But I just remembered the I was the one- not him- who gave life to these pages. I was the one who- I tell me to stop. It's an inner voice and it's loud. All day, I think about many things, though I try not to. I look through the folder and find everything as he said. All the ideas are written in and people are sketched. Scratchy excerpts are stapled together. Beginnings and endings merge and bend. Hours wander past. Days follow them. I don't leave the shack, and I don't answer the phone. I barely even eat. The Doorman sits with me as the minutes pass by. For a long time, I wonder what I'm waiting for, but I understand it's just like he said. I guess it's for life beyond these pages."
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love
messenger
realization
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Markus Zusak |
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20fa331
|
Bazilari icin olmek kolaydi. Ugursuz bir trenin gelmesi yetiyordu, tamamdi bu is. Ama benim icin goklere ucmak ne kadar guctu. Herkes engel olmak icin bacaklarimi tutuyordu.
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death
love
poverty
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José Mauro de Vasconcelos |
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2e3fd39
|
People scooped up these tabloids, devoured their gossip.. But now, for some reason, I found myself thinking about Morrie whenever I read anything silly or mindless. I kept picturing him there, in the house with the Japanese maple.. counting his breath, squeezing out every moment with his loved ones, while I spent so many hours on things that meant absolutely nothing to me personally.
|
|
gossip
ill
life
live
love
moment
quality
senseless
|
Mitch Albom |
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30d6424
|
I am overachieving at aimlessness, I am a type-A, alpha-girl lollygagger, the leader of a gang of heartbroken kids, running wild across this lonely strip of amusements, each of us smarting from the betrayals of a loved one.
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loss
love
|
Gillian Flynn |
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d8c84b2
|
The bitter thought against which Don Juan hopelessly rebels is the same thought that contains the promise of Tristan's consolation: the thought of death. Don Juanism and Tristanism are extreme responses to a perception that lies at the root of human attraction and human love: the thought of our common mortality.
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love
|
Roger Scruton |
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2054f4f
|
It ate at whatever was warm nearby, and then the coldness settled in permanently. You learned to live with it
|
|
emotion
feelings
love
sadness
|
David Guterson |
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fb95bfd
|
The space that I can call mine, that isn't full of Henry, is so small that my ideas have become small.
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artists-in-love
love
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Audrey Niffenegger |
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El doctor se inclino muy cerca para oirlo, porque la voz era solo un murmullo.<>,agrego Etiene Relais antes de que el otro le vaciara un frasquito en la boca. En Cuba, en ese mismo instante, Violette Boisier se golpeo la mano derecha contra la fuente de piedra donde habia ido a buscar agua y el opalo del anillo, que habia usado por catorce anos, se hizotrizas. Cayo sentada junto a la fuente, con un grito atascado y la mano apretada en el corazon. Adele, que estaba con ella, creyo que la habia mordido un alacran. <>, balbuceo Violette deshecha en lagrimas.
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love
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Isabel Allende |
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4d4999c
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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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30e300a
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Every family is a ghost story.
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love
mother
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Mitch Albom |
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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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318f64f
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I couldn't make myself be cautious around her. A little voice in my head kept trying to tell me that every word she said could be disinformation and that she might be playing me for a fool. But I didn't believe it. I trusted her, even though I had every reason not to.
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love
love-quotes
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Ernest Cline |
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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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1f78dac
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Humiliate your enemy is dangerous.
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enemy
love
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Karen Armstrong |
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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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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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1f287da
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It gives the war a whole new dimension, you know, hearing from someone right there in the thick of it. They really connected with it.' 'Maybe it reminds them of school,' she suggests. 'Didn't someone describe the trenches as ninety-nine per cent boredom and one per cent terror?' 'I don't know about boredom. God, the chaos of it, the brutality. And it's so vivid. I'd definitely be interested in reading his poetry, if only to see how he can go from describing, you know, people getting their guts blown out, to writing about love.' 'Maybe it's not that much of a leap,' she says.
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love
poetry
war
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Paul Murray |
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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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9b88e63
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She could only hold on to her husband with both hands and promise herself that the best way to keep someone was to let him go.
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lost-love
love
unrequited-love
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Lauren Willig |
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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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cc605b2
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No pasa nada por fuera. Eso es verdad. [...] Pero ni tu ni nadie puede vigilar por el interior de los pechos.
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hiding-feelings
love
passion
secret-love
secrets
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Federico García Lorca |
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cc59607
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I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I eat and read and study. I can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life--whether I will see them as curses or opportunities (and on the occasions when I can't rise to the most optimistic viewpoint, because I'm feeling too damn sorry for myself, I can choose to keep trying to change my outlook). I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts. you need to learn how to select your thoughts just the same way you select what clothes you're gonna wear every day. This is a power you can cultivate. If you want to control things in your life so bad, work on the mind. That's the only thing you should be trying to control. Drop everything else but that. Because if you can't learn to master your thinking, you're in deep trouble forever
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eat
love
pray
thoughts
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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"Theme It's a sunny weekday in early May and after a ham sandwich and a cold bottle of beer on the brick terrace, I am consumed by the wish to add something to one of the ancient themes- youth dancing with his eyes closed, for example, in the shadows of corruption and death, or the rise and fall of illustrious men strapped to the turning wheel of mischance and disaster. There is a slight breeze, just enough to bend the yellow tulips on their stems, but that hardly helps me echo the longing for immortality despite the roaring juggernaut of time, or the painful motif of Nature's cyclial return versus man's blind rush to the grave. I could loosen my shirt and lie down in the soft grass, sweet now after its first cutting, but that would not produce a record of the pursuit of the moth of eternal beauty or the despondency that attends the eventual dribble of the once gurgling fountain of creativity. So, as far as great topics go, that seems to leave only the fall from exuberant maturity into sudden, headlong decline- a subject that fills me with silence and leaves me with no choice but to spend the rest of the day sniffing the jasmine vine and surrendering to the ivory goverance of the piano by picking out with my index finger the melody notes of "Easy to Love," a song in which Cole Porter expresses, with put-on nonchalance, the hopelessness of a love brimming with desire and a hunger for affection, but met only and always with frosty disregard."
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hopelessness
immortality
love
poetry
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Billy Collins |
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de468a5
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How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?
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heartbreak
love
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Daria Snadowsky |
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de5a0a9
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More than one thing is never true. People love to say the opposite, love to talk about inner conflict, nuances, levels of complication. But if this last year has taught her anything, it has taught her that people are clearer on what they want than they admit to themselves. They want something, or they don't. They decide to keep working at a relationship or they give up. They love someone or they love someone else. And if they love someone else, it is often the idea that they love most, especially when they haven't learned enough to figure out that this new person probably won't save them either.
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lie
love
marriage
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Laura Dave |
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9fbb4ec
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"Light is Love Love is Life Light is Life Light is Time Time is Matter Matter is Space
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love
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Eric John Mancini |
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And I try to teach my heart not to want nothing it can't have.
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love
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Alice Walker |
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1e6cad9
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...But behind all your stories is always your mother's story, because hers is where yours begins.
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love
mother
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Mitch Albom |
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3363abd
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We never know whom we marry; we just think we do. Or even if we first marry the right person, just give it a while and he or she will change. For marriage, being [the enormous thing it is] means we are not the same person after we have entered it. The primary problem is... learning how to love and care for the stranger to whom you find yourself married.
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love
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Timothy J. Keller |
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We think of a prospective spouse as primarily a lover (or a provider), and if he or she can be a nice friend on top of that, well isn't that nice! We should be going at it the other way around. Screen first for friendship. Look for someone who understands you better than you do yourself, who makes you a better person just by being around them. And then explore whether that friendship could become a romance and a marriage.
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love
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Timothy J. Keller |
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Do you know the best thing about broken hearts?... They can only really break once. The rest is just scratches.
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love
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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Whatever God's reasons for such diversity, creativity, and sophistication in the universe, on earth, and in our own bodies, the point of it all is His glory. God's art speaks of Himself, reflecting who He is and what He is like.
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love
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Timothy J. Keller |
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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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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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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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9e70de1
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I still feel a pang every time I look at her,' I admitted. 'That's it, isn't it?' he said enthusiastically. 'A pang! A quickness in the heart.' 'Love,' I said drily. 'We're lucky, you and I,' he said, smiling. 'It's friendship, it's love, and it's still something more. It's what the Irish call anmchara, a soul friend. Who else do you want to talk to at the day's end? I love the evenings when we can just sit and talk and the sun goes down and moths come in to the candles.' 'And we talk of children,' I said, and wished I had not, 'and of servants' quarrels, and whether the cross- eyed kitchen slave is pregnant again, and we wonder who broke the pothook, and whether the thatch needs repair or whether it will last another year, and we try to work out what to do about the old dog that can't walk any more, and what excuse Cadell will conjure up for not paying his rent again, and we discuss whether the flax has steeped enough, and if we should rub butterwort on the cows' udders to improve their yield. That's what we talk of.
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love
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Bernard Cornwell |
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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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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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My own heart, like this wild place, has never been visited, and I do not know whether it could sustain life.
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love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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All the weapons of hate and cruelty cannot stand against God's love. The spiritually blind and intentionally evil try to oppose it, but they cannot ultimately win. That's because all creation was formed and is sustained by God
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love
quotes
spiritual
strength
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Stormie Omartian |
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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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35c6539
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Be gentle and forbearing with one another and, if one has a difference(a grievance or complaint) against another, readily pardoning each other; even as the Lord has [freely] forgiven you, so must you also [forgive]. ( Colossians 3:13 )
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god
love
religion
self-help
spirituality
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Joyce Meyer |
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c51137b
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If he says he doesn't love you anymore and does love this other woman, you've got to accept it. Maybe he will come back, maybe he won't, but either way, you've got to live through this.
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cheat
fling
love
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Marian Keyes |
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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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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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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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e374dc0
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"Will she be all right?" Gary asked fearfully. In spite of himself, he had checked her pulse several times. "She must be all right," Gregori said very softly. The voice was like velvet, but there was something in it that sent a shiver of apprehension through Gary. If anything happened to Savannah, Gary realized that no one, nothing in the world, would ever be safe again from the Carpathian. He hadn't considered that before, and he had no idea where the knowledge came from, but he knew it absolutely. He crawled from the cramped space and picked his way a small distance from the cave. The night noises bothered him, were strange and a bit daunting. Gregori gathered Savannah tenderly into his arms. He gave the command, and even as he felt her heart flutter, he pressed her mouth to his throat. , ma petite. Savannah turned her head, her first breath a sigh of warmth against his throat. She nuzzled closer, drowsy and weak from lack of blood. Her tongue tasted his skin, caressed his pulse. Gregori's body tightened alarmingly as her teeth sent white-hot pleasure slicing through him. Slowly her skin warmed, went from ashen to a healthy glow. Her arms slipped around his neck, and she held him close, her body fitting into his, a restless ache of need and hunger. Savannah closed the pinpricks on her lifemate's neck, feathered kisses up his throat to his jaw, then found the corner of his mouth. Gregori caught her head and held her still, his mouth dominating, taking hers with a need as elemental as the wind. "I thought I lost you," she whispered into his heart, his soul. "I thought I lost you." "Are you always going to be pulling me out of trouble?" he asked, some strong, unnamed emotion choking him, blocking his throat. A small smile tugged at her soft mouth. "Back you up, you mean." He groaned at her terminology. " , Savannah. More than I can ever express in words of any language." His arms held her tight, sheltering her against his heart. She was his world, would always be his world. She was his laughter, his light. She showed him how to slip easily between both worlds. She gave him faith in humans that had never been there before."
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je-taime
love
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Christine Feehan |
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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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371b9c7
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The heart doesn't know it's expanding with compassion anymore than a hawk spreading its swings knows it's being a hawk. Nor does someone acting out of love often realize they are being kind.
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love
thoughtful-reflection
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Mark Nepo |
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1c9404a
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Getting back to Audrey, though, I should really feel complimented that she won't ever touch me because she likes me more than anyone else. It makes perfect sense, really, doesn't it? If she ever gets down or depressed, i can make out the figure of her through the front window of the shack. She comes in and we drink cheap beer or wine and watch a movie or all three. Something old and long like Ben-Hur that stretches into the night. She'll be next to me on the couch in her flannel shirt and jeans that have been cut into shorts,and eventually, when she's asleep, I'll bring a blanket out and cover her up. I kiss her cheek. I stroke her hair. I think of how she lives alone, just like me, and how she never had any real family, and how she only has sex with people. She never lets any love get in the way. I think she had a family once, but it was one of those beat-the-crap-out-of-each-other situations. There's no shortage of them around here. I think she loved them and all she ever did was hurt her. That's why she refuses to love. Anybody. I guess she feels better off that way, and who can blame her? When she sleeps on my couch, I think about all that. Everytime. I cover her up, then go to the bed and dream. With my eyes open.
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longing
love
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Markus Zusak |
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38254bb
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For they had lived together long enough to know that love was always love, anytime and any place, but it was more solid the closer it came to death.
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love
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Gabriel García Márquez |
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385128e
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I suspect that God is what you do, not what or who you believe in. But people do shit things all the time, I said. There's something wrong with us. Perhaps. And maybe not. But when you do right, Jaxie, when you make good -- well, then you are an instrument of God. Then you are joined to the divine, to the life-force, to life itself. That's what I believe. That's what I hope for. And it's what I have missed. That's all jumblyfuck to me, I said as decent as I could. Well, think of it this way, he said, pushing his specs back up his nose. When somebody does me a kindness, it enlarges me, adds to my life, you see? And not only mine -- it adds to all life. Which is why I wanted to thank you. For coming here. Me? Fintan gave a sad little laugh. And I caught him looking at me goony as an emu. What? I said. Don't you understand me, boy? Can't you see it? Jaxie Clackton, you are an instrument of God.
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kindness
life-force
love
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Tim Winton |
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bdbf494
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When I look at it carefully, by examining the interviews and the various social scientists' studies, it becomes easy for me to see that we all were just rebelling. Regardless of the area we grew up in or the gang we were affiliated with, or which part of the Western world we found ourselves in, we all were rebelling. We were rebelling and crying out for our fathers. We were rebelling against the home conditions that existed in our communities. We needed our fathers, but above all we wanted to be loved and accepted by them. Since we couldn't find it at home and in our respective communities, we created it for ourselves.
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at-risk-communities
black-community
broken-homes
fatherless-homes
gang-intervention
gangs
interviews
love
rebelling
rebellion-raiders
root-causes
single-mothers
social-ills
strong-communities
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Drexel Deal |
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38bbcc7
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But what you do with another person's beauty? The satisfied lover is as little able to possess the beauty of his beloved as the one who hopelessly observes it from afar.
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love
lover
possess
satisfied
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Roger Scruton |
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38d70b8
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According to the Bible, God devised marriage to reflect his saving love for us in Christ, to refine our character, to create stable human community for the birth and nurture of children, and to accomplish all this by bringing the complementary sexes into an enduring whole-life union.
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love
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Timothy J. Keller |
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0054bff
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What the hell does this say about India? Appearances are more important than truths. Gossip is more potent than facts. Loyalty is all one way, from the woman to the man. And when society stacks up all the odds against a woman, she'd better not count on the man's support. She has no way out other than to end her own life. And I'm in love with an Indian. I must be crazy.
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gossip
india
love
rumors
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Shashi Tharoor |
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0819af3
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"Most people don't laugh so much while they're kissing." He grinned boyishly and tweaked her nose. Belle tweaked his back. "They don't? How unfortunate for them."
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love
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Julia Quinn |
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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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07f2661
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"Ci sono altre ragioni per cui mi sono innamorato di Karla; ragioni non cosi poetiche, ma ugualmente reali. E un' per me, e abbiamo tutti questi interessi comuni... "incontri della mente"... qualunque cosa essa sia. Posso parlare di computer e della Microsoft e di quella parte della nostra vita, ma facciamo anche conversazioni esoteriche che non hanno niente a che fare con la vita tech. Non ho mai avuto davvero un'amica cosi intima prima. E poi c'e quella faccenda non lineare: Karla e intuitiva e io non lo sono, eppure lei continua a essere sulla mia frequenza. Capisce perche gli spaghetti yaki soba in un contenitore di plastica importati dal Giappone sono intrinsecamente fantastici. Si spreme il cervello fino a strizzarlo quando sa di non aver spiegato un'idea chiaramente come e sicura di poter fare, e si sente frustrata. Comunque, voglio ricordare che ci si puo innamorare. Perche puoi avere una vita tua dopo non aver mai avuto una vita tua. Non mi sono mai aspettato di innamorarmi. E allora cosa mi aspettavo dalla vita?"
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love
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Douglas Coupland |
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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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38e825e
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Christianity is supposed to be all about love but it's utterly useless when you're love.
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love
religion
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Jane Gardam |
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07c2c17
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Laura po Kitty touzi. Po jeji sile, po tom, jak vecne, pohodove prijima vsechna sva zklamani, po mihotavych ruzovozlatych svetlech jeji utajene osobnosti, po krehkych nasamponovanych hlubinach jejich vlasu.
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feelings
love
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Michael Cunningham |
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07bacfa
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The Dark Fairy touched her chest. No heart, like her sisters. So where did the love come from?
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fairy-tales
fairytales
fantasy
heartless-love
love
portal-fantasy
young-adult
young-adult-fantasy
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Cornelia Funke |
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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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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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b9bd5f9
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As long as I'm holding you, all of my dreams have already come true.
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desire
gabriel-prescott
hannah-grey
love
sex
want
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Christina Dodd |
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b70f533
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Walk with me, memory to memory, the shared path, the mutual view. Walk with me. The past lies in wait. It is not behind. It seems to be in front. How else could it trip me as I start to run?
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loss
love
memories
nostalgia
past
reminisce
trip
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Jeanette Winterson |
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eb3b6ca
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At the end of that week, Navin arrived to marry me. I was repulsed by the sight of him, not because I had betrayed him but because he still breathed, because he was there for me and had countless more days to live. And yet without his even realizing it, firmly but without force, Navin pulled me away from you, as the final gust of autumn wind pulls the last leaves from the trees. We were married, we were blessed, my hand was placed on top of his, and the ends of our clothing were knotted together. ... I returned to my existence, the existence I had chosen instead of you. It was another winter in Massachusetts, thirty years after you and your parents had first gone away. In February, Giovanna got in touch to say she had heard the news from Paola. A small obituary ran in The New York Times. By then I needed no proof of you absence from the world; I felt it as plainly and implacably as the cells that were gathering and shaping themselves in my body. Those cold, dark days I spent in bed, unable to speak, burning with new life but mourning your death, went unquestioned by Navin, who had already begun to take a quiet pride in my condition. ... It might have been your child but this was not the case. We had been careful, and you had left nothing behind.
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love
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Jhumpa Lahiri |
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b593120
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"You're the only person who means anything to me in the whole world, you're all I've got..." "Well then you've got nothin."
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love
meaning
nothing
relationships
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Garth Ennis |
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06d65ba
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For a long while she only looked at him ... as if she didn't want to interrupt the beautiful moment with words.
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inspirational
love
love-quotes
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Karen Kingsbury |
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3abcb2c
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If you want to get close to somebody, you have to tell him or her something intimate about yourself. They'll tell you something intimate in return, and if you keep this going, maybe you'll end up in love.
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falling-in-love-quotes
intimacy
love
love-quotes
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Douglas Coupland |
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3b780db
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A los idolos es mejor no tocarlos porque algo de la pintura dorada que los recubria se nos queda siempre entre las manos
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human
idol
love
melancholy
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Flaubert Gustave |
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06814ef
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He could see I meant what I said, and was temporarily defeated. He walked past me and into the corridor; his eyes were angry and malevolent. I was horrified because I realized that he really believed I would have become his mistress that night.
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love
mistress
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Victoria Holt |
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3bb2ba9
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Oh, it's a fine and useless enterprise, trying to fix destiny. That trail leads straight back to the time before we ever lived, and into that deep well it's easy to cast curses like stones on our ancestors. But that's nothing more than cursing ourselves and all that made us. Had I not married a preacher named Nathan Price, my particular children would never have seen the light of this world. I walked through the valley of my fate, is all, and learned to love what I could lose
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loss
love
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Barbara Kingsolver |
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b268da0
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It is said that the dead forget the dead in the house of Hades, Cassandra, but I hoped it was not so.
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hades
love
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Roger Zelazny |
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3c673ab
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Loving him was all interpretation, creative in its way. We barely used language at all to communicate: he sulked and thought I was putting him down if I made complicated remarks, and sometimes I felt numb at the compromise and self-suppression I submitted to. Yet beyond that it was all guesswork; we were thinking for two. The darkened air of the flat was full of the hints we made. The stupidity and the resentment were dreadful at times. But then in sex he lost his awkwardness. He shows his capacity to change as I rambled over him now with my fingertips and watched him glow and gulp with desire; his clothes seemed to shrivel off him and he lay there making his naked claim for the only certainty in his life. It wasn't something learnt, I suspected, from the guys before me who'd picked him up and fucked him and fucked him around. It was a kind of gift for giving, and while he did whatever I wanted it emerged as the most important thing there was for him. It was all the harder, then, when the resentment returned and I longed for him to go.
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language
love
resentment
sex
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Alan Hollinghurst |
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3ca45d8
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Pray that your marriage is one in which you both agree & that God will be in the center of it
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husband
love
marriage
power
praying
relationships
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Stormie Omartian |
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3d01865
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To kheirotero otan kaneis to kathekon sou einai oti ginesai prophanos akatallelos gia otidepote allo. Toulakhiston aute etan e apopse pou eikhan uiothetesei oi anthropoi tes genias tou. O saphes diakhorismos anamesa sto kalo kai to kako, to entimo kai to anentimo, to axioprepes kai to anaxioprepes eikhe aphesei polu ligo khoro gia to aproblepto. Uparkhoun stigmes pou e phantasia enos anthropou, eno upotassetai toso eukola se o,ti zei, orthonetai xaphnou pano apo to kathemerino tes epipedo kai exetazei ton makru strobilisto dromo tou pepromenou. O Artser apemeine ekei na anarotietai...
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life
love
society
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Edith Wharton |
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3d40a5b
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"As she passed the recreation room, she saw Mr. Preston, still sitting quietly in his chair, a blanket over his knees. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Fine thanks. Just gonna sit here a little longer, then I'll head up." She sat beside him, sharing the silence. "That friend of yours is a good sort," he finally said. "Nice of him to stop in and say goodbye before going home to his folks." "He did?" "Ayuh." "What did he say?" The old man never turned his head to look at her, but the faintest of smiles touched his lips and he sat up a bit straighter in his chair. "He shook my hand and said, 'Thank you for your service.' Then he saluted me and left." Jess felt tears prick her eyes, seeing how very much the gesture had touched this proud, quiet old man. Tanner hadn't been happy when he'd left here, she knew that, yet he'd taken the time to reach out a hand in friendship and brotherhood to this complete stranger. What a good man. What an amazingly wonderful man. She'd found him twice in her life. Once she'd lost him due to fate and war and bad timing. This time, she'd let him slip right through her fingers. That was a mistake she could rectify. It wasn't too late. She wouldn't let it be."
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love
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Leslie Kelly |
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85ffd9b
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I'm saying that it's a big decision. Your first love is important. It's part of your story The story you'll tell yourself, the one you'll tell about yourself, for the rest of your life.
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life
love
olympics
running
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Jennifer Weiner |
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ad486ad
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Doshla si vk'shchi malko sled polunoshch. Khv'rlila se na legloto s drekhite i zapushila, paleiki tsigara ot tsigara, za da go izchaka da sv'rshi pismoto, koeto tia znaela, che shche b'de d'lgo i trudno, i malko predi tri chasa, kogato zavili kuchetata, slozhila na og'nia voda za kafe, obliakla se v p'len traur i otriazala v dvora p'rvata roza, razts'fnala v utrinta. Ot izvestno vreme doktor Urbino be razbral kolko mnogo shcheshe da nenavizhda spomena za taia nepovtorima zhena i mu se struvashe, che znae zashcho: samo chovek bez printsipi mozheshe da se otdade s takava naslada na m'kata.
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grief
love
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Gabriel García Márquez |