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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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1870520
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Despite it all, there were heroes who rose above their circumstances. Those who reached out to people of another race with compassion and even love.
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ethnicity
heroes
history
inspiration
love
race
southwest
understanding
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Noel Marie Fletcher |
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3d7f3b6
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He said, where there is love, there is my grace.
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love
sita
the-last-vampire
thirst
yaksha
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Christopher Pike |
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ada1a90
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"Krishna means love," she said. "But Radha means longing. Longing is older than love. I am older than he. Did you know that, Sita?"
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love
radha
sita
the-last-vampire
thirst
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Christopher Pike |
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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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6223ee6
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"Pentru ca sunt de parere ca o criza de infidelitate poate avea rezultate pozitive, am fost adeseori intrebata: "Deci, in cazul unui cuplu care are probleme, ii recomandati o relatie extraconjugala?" Raspunsul meu? In cazul bolilor terminale, multi oameni au experiente pozitive, care le schimba viata. Dar nu recomand o relatie extraconjugala, tot asa cum nu "recomand" sa ai cancer. ... Cand un cuplu vine la mine dupa ce membrii sai s-au confruntat cu un adulter, le spun adeseori urmatorul lucru: "Prima voastra casnicie s-a terminat. N-ati vrea sa intemeiati o a doua impreuna?"
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hurt
infidelity
love
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Esther Perel |
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48de1fc
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Le spun adeseori pacientilor mei ca, daca ar putea sa aduca in relatiile lor conjugale macar o zecime din indrazneala, zburdalnicia si verva pe care le aduc in relatiile lor extraconjugale, viata de acasa ar fi complet diferita. Imaginatia noastra pare sa fie mai bogata in relatiile adulterine decat in cele oficiale. ... Partenerii nostri nu ne apartin; sunt doar imprumutati, cu optiunea de a reinnoi contractul... sau nu. Faptul ca ii putem pierde nu trebuie sa ne diminueze angajamentul; mai degraba ar trebui sa presupuna o implicare mai vie, pe care cuplurile cu vechime uneori o pierd. ... Lucrurile carora trebuie sa te opui sunt automultumirea, curiozitatea tot mai vlaguita, angajamentele lipsite de entuziasm, resemnarea necrutatoare, obiceiurile pietrificate. Moartea conjugala este o criza a imaginatiei. Rareori, din relatiile extraconjugale lipseste imaginatia.
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imagination
infidelity
love
marriage
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Esther Perel |
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0f9109f
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How I would like that now, that sheer senseless falling in love with externals, the love never earned by qualities of goodness, of character, of intelligence, of wit, of charm, of life-force. In short, how I would like to be loved in a way never earned so that I would never have to keep earning it or work for it
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external-love
fools-die
love
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Mario Puzo |
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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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6650d66
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Your friends will still be your friends, if they're good friends.
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life
love
olympics
running
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Jennifer Weiner |
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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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02f0a7c
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Grace would be a poor host indeed to exclude anyone.
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divine-grace
grace
grace-of-god
inclusion
love
oneness
unconditional-love
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Alan Cohen |
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7193e0d
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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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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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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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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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d3caf31
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How do the survivors of terminated relationships ever endure the pain of unfinished business? From that place of meditation, I found the answer - you can finish the business yourself, from withing yourself. It's not only possible, it's essential.
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love
relationships
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Elizabeth Gilbert |
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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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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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d6cbee1
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At the end, in Harry's handiwork, there's nothing sentimental about love, no sunlit clouds and glory notes - it's a substantial, earthbound connection, grounded in effort, kindness and decency. Learning to love, Harry liked to say, is really about learning to live. Perhaps everyday affection seems a small facet of love. Perhaps, though, it is the modest, steady responses that see us through day after day, that stretch into a life of close and loving relationships.
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love
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Deborah Blum |
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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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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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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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6cfb385
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Dreagostea - ceea ce-si doreste ea cel mai mult. Respectul - ceea de ce el are nevoie cu disperare.
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love
relationships
respect
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Emerson Eggerichs |
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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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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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e932a60
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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
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Lisa Unger |
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04047e7
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Because what is love if not an exercise in faith. Because what is love if not perseverance. Because what is love if not forgiveness.
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inspirational
love
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Lisa Gardner |
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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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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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3d8180a
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One of the gifts we receive from Jesus is an entirely new foundation upon which to build our lives. Once you receive Him, He becomes your new foundation and every day you walk with Him, you build on it.
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gifts
god
inspirational
jesus
life
love
prayer
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Stormie Omartian |
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b8f39ea
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When you forgive, you love.
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love
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Jon Krakauer |
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9db58ae
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Mag sein, dass die Leute sagen werden, ich bleibe daheim, um mich nicht von den dunklen Augen Ninos trennen zu mussen. Mag sein. Vielleicht haben diese Menschen auch recht. Denn diese dunklen Augen sind fur mich wie die heimatliche Erde, wie der Ruf der Heimat nach ihrem Sohn, den ein Fremder auf fremde Wege verleiten will. Ich bleibe, um die dunklen Augen der Heimat vor dem Unsichtbaren zu schutzen.
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love
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Kurban Said |
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656ae7a
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"I am like you, Bloodheart," he said, his voice hoarse; but his voice always was hoarse now, for he had survived worse injuries than these. The iron collar, and his chains, weighed heavily on his neck. "My heart rests not within me but with another, and she is far away from here. That is why you will never defeat me."
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love
strength-of-will
undefeated
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Kate Elliott |
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92c6f69
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First of all, it's life. You don't win.
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life
love
olympics
running
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Jennifer Weiner |
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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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0d32ea3
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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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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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1362d2a
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"The diamond cannot love the flower, for the flower lives only a day, then fades and dies. You are a diamond now." " The flower dies," Jenny said softly, "having lived. The diamond will never do either."
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diamond
life
love
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Barbara Hambly |
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8e38d90
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"Many of the stories we take to be true or fixed about ourselves can change dramatically when we have conversations with people who make our world larger, not smaller. By doing our part to develop rather than diminish our voice, we can: - Create a more accurate and complex picture of ourselves and another person. - Speak with honor and personal integrity even when the other person behaves badly. - Strengthen our capacity for creativity, wisdom, joy, and zest.
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creativity
integrity
intimacy
love
strength
voice
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Harriet Lerner Ph.D. |
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ef729d0
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It is not simply that suppression of self is required before accurate vision can be obtained. The great artist sees his objects (and this is true whether they are sad, absurd, repulsive or even evil) in a light of justice and mercy. The direction of attention is, contrary to nature, outward, away from self which reduces all to a false unity, towards the great surprising variety of the world, and the ability so to direct attention is love.
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attention
evil
good
learning-to-see
love
self
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Iris Murdoch |
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8901a97
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Mercifully one forgets one's love affairs as one forgets one's dreams.
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dalliances
dreams
foibles
love
lovers
memory
regrets
romances
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Iris Murdoch |
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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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0e384eb
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A little eccentricity is a help to a general. It helps with the newspapers. The women love it too. Southern women like their men religious and a little mad. That's why the fall in love with preachers.
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humor
love
religion
southern-women
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Michael Shaara |
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cf79463
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When you receive God's love, it means you're getting close to Him, spending time in His presence, opening your heart to Him, seeking to know Him, and desiring to be more like Him. Remember that choosing to receive God's love changes your life.
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changes
choose-love
god
life
love
presence
quotes
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Stormie Omartian |
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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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8888681
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"Will you be all right?" she asked me. It was not an empty question; she genuinely listened for my reply. "In time," I told her, and for the first time, I admitted that was true. As disloyal as the thought felt, I knew that as time passed, I would be myself again. And in that moment, I felt for the first time the sensation that Black Rolf had tried to describe to me. The wolfish part of my soul stirred, and, I heard near as clearly as if Nighteyes had truly shared the thought with me."
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grief
grieving-process
loss
love
recovery
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Robin Hobb |
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91625fe
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Babies have the power to make grumpy people happy because they love you no matter what. Dogs are that way, too.
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baby
compassion
dog
grumpy
heartwarming
love
power
therapy
therapy-dogs
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Mariel Hemingway |
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6392537
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He wanted her for the rest of his life. And on his dying breath, he would still want another second with her, another hour, another lifetime.
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love
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Meljean Brook |
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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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ee5ea25
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"The labyrinths that time creates vanish. (Only the desert remains.) The heart, fountain of desire, vanishes. (Only the desert remains.) The illusion of dawn and kisses vanish. Only the desert remains.
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love
poetryk
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Federico García Lorca |
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87de990
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"Naked solitude with neither gesture nor word. Transparent in the orchard, smooth as oil on the hill. Silent solitude with neither fragrance nor weathervane, weighing on the backwaters, drowsy and alone. Lofty solitude, all brow and bright stars, like a huge pallid head, lopped off. Round solitude that leaves in our hands soft lilies of pensive frost.
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love
poetry
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Federico García Lorca |
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d86fce8
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!Ay, que terribles cinco de la tarde!. !Eran las cinco en todos los relojes Eran las cinco en sombra de la tarde!
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love
sadness
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Federico García Lorca |
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a487826
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I know the difference between the confection of live as sung in a minstrel's tale and the sustaining bread of love in reality, he defended himself. Both are to be savoured in their own way.
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love
reality
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Elizabeth Chadwick |
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21d8af4
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"Uncle said, "If love would save him, wouldn't no harm come to him."
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love
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Lewis Nordan |
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f4c3210
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I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home.
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life
love
olympics
running
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Jennifer Weiner |
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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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042637a
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Here was an entry - a serious one - which he hadn't crossed out in years. He couldn't remember where it came from. He never recorded the writer or the source: he didn't want to be bullied by reputation; truth should stand by itself, clear and unsupported. This one went: 'In my opinion, every love, happy or unhappy, is a real disaster once you give yourself over to it entirely.' Yes, that deserved to stay. He liked the proper inclusivity of 'happy or unhappy'. But the key was: 'Once you give yourself over to it entirely.' Despite appearances, this wasn't pessimistic, nor was it bittersweet. This was a truth about love spoken by someone in the full vortex of it, and which seemed to enclose all of life's sadness. He remembered again the friend who, long ago, had told him that the secret of marriage was 'to dip in and out of it'. Yes, he could see that this might keep you safe. But safety had nothing to do with love.
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love
marriage
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Julian Barnes |
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927621b
|
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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1a98bef
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Love means never having to say you're sorry (on the contrary, it frequently means doing just precisely that). Then there were all those love lines from all those love songs, with the swooning delusions of lyricist, singer, band.
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love
love-songs
platitudes
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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cb18497
|
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
|
Julian Barnes |
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128906b
|
Whereas it seemed to me, back then, in the absolutism of my condition, that love had nothing to do with practicality; indeed, was its polar opposite. And the fact that it showed contempt for such banal considerations was part of its glory. Love was by its very nature disruptive, cataclysmic; and if it was not, then it was not love.
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|
julian-barnes
love
practicality
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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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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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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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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b74456e
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"One hour later Sophie was in Benedict's sitting room, perched on the very same sofa on which she had lost her innocence just a few weeks earlier. Lady Bridgerton had questioned the wisdom (and propriety) of Sophie's going to Benedict's home by herself, but he had given her such a look that she had quickly backed down, saying only, "Just have her home by seven." Which gave them one hour together. "I'm sorry," Sophie blurted out, the instant her bottom touched the sofa. For some reason they hadn't said anything during the carriage ride home. They'd held hands, and Benedict had brought her fingers to his lips, but they hadn't said anything. Sophie had been relieved. She hadn't been ready for words. It had been easy at the jail, with all the commotion and so many people, but now that they were alone . . . She didn't know what to say. Except, she supposed, "I'm sorry." "No, I'm sorry," Benedict replied, sitting beside her and taking her hands in his. "No, I'm--" She suddenly smiled. "This is very silly." "I love you," he said. Her lips parted. "I want to marry you," he said. She stopped breathing. "And I don't care about your parents or my mother's bargain with Lady Penwood to make you respectable." He stared down at her, his dark eyes meltingly in love. "I would have married you no matter what." Sophie blinked. The tears in her eyes were growing fat and hot, and she had a sneaking suspicion that she was about to make a fool of herself by blubbering all over him. She managed to say his name, then found herself completely lost from there. Benedict squeezed her hands. "We couldn't have lived in London, I know, but we don't need to live in London. When I thought about what it was in life I really needed-- not what I wanted, but what I needed-- the only thing that kept coming up was you."
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benedict-and-sophie
love
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Julia Quinn |
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6bc5d59
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There are times when the human face and body can express the yearning of the heart so accurately that you can, as they say, read them like a book.
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expression
love
yearning-of-the-heart
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Diane Setterfield |
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7f4acdc
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- Ele se inclinou e deu um beijo de leve nos labios dela. - Eu tenho voce - murmurou -, e nao vou desperdicar nem um segundo que temos juntos. Os labios de Kate se abriram num sorriso. - O que isso significa? - Significa que o amor nao tem nada a ver com o medo de que tudo acabe, mas com encontrar alguem que o complete, que faca de voce um ser humano melhor do que jamais sonhou ser.
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bridgertons
chapter-22
historical-romance
julia-quinn
kate-sheffield
love
the-viscount-who-loved-me
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Julia Quinn |
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b5b666c
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Talvez aquilo fosse a definicao do amor, afinal. Querer uma pessoa, precisar dela e a adorar ate mesmo nos momentos de furia, quando se tinha vontade de amarra-la a cama so para que ela nao saisse e causasse ainda mais problemas.
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bridgertons
colin-bridgerton
julia-quinn
love
os-segredos-de-colin-bridgerton
penelope-featherington
portuguese
romancing-mister-bridgerton
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Julia Quinn |
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de10719
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It was strange: When you reduced even a fledgling love affair to its essentials - I loved her, she maybe loved me, I was foolish, I suffered - it became vacuous and trite, meaningless to anyone else. In the end, it's only the moments that we have, the kiss on the palm, the joint wonder at the furrowed texture of a fir trunk or at the infinitude of grains of sand in a dune. Only the moments.
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kiss
life
love
moment
time
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Susan Vreeland |
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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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86ec119
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"Guzel bir kose var. Yiyecek bir seyler gotururuz. En cok ne istersin?" "Seni, Portuga." "Ben salamdan, yumurtadan, muzdan soz ediyorum..." "Her seyi severim. Evde yiyecek bir sey bulundugumuz zaman sevmeyi ogrendik."
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love
poverty
thankful
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José Mauro de Vasconcelos |
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20fa331
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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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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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7af688c
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"Nodding, I tried to tell myself how Travis didn't care about me. He hadn't come for me all these years and he never would. Wanting to be rational, I still felt his rough hands on me. I hurt between my legs like I did when he was done. He had marked me again in the dream and I would never be free. After a short time, Cooper stood up and walked to the next room. Hating to be alone, I still flinched when he returned. He seemed bigger now. His shoulders wider, his face harsher, his whole demeanor reeked of potential violence. Instead of hitting me, Cooper lowered a blanket behind the chair so I could cover myself. I stared at him as he sat back down. We studied each other for a long time as I waited for something bad to happen or the fear to fade. Neither occurred, leaving me stuck behind the chair for hours. Cooper tried twice to caress my face and both times I jerked back and away from his touch. After the second attempt, he stood up and left the room. I heard the front door open and assumed he was leaving. Then, his big ugly dog Rafe waltzed into the room with Cooper following behind. In his hand, Cooper held a gun and I pushed farther back into the corner. "No one," he said, kneeling down by the chair, "will come here and take you. If they do, Rafe will wake us up and I'll kill the fucker. No one is hurting you or taking you away from me. Do you understand?" Staring into his dark eyes, I did understand. I craned my neck so I could see Rafe comfortable in the corner. When I looked back at Cooper, he sighed. "Baby, it's nearly six in the morning. The sun is coming up and you need to sleep. I need rest too, so let's go to bed and I'll keep you safe. I won't even touch you, but I need you to go to bed." "You love me," I said in a rough, exhausted voice. "More than anything else. I will never let that piece of shit or anyone else come here and hurt you. You are mine and that makes you untouchable. Do you understand?" Nodding again, I crawled out from behind the chair and Cooper helped me stand. He stepped back, willing to keep his distance to avoid scaring me. Reaching for him, I knew he would keep me safe. If I couldn't shake the fear of the dream, I could at least know Cooper was someone Travis wouldn't screw with. Rationally, I knew Travis likely forgot I existed, but I wasn't rational. I was primal and the monster was always waiting to ruin me again. With Cooper though, I was safe."
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love
safe
untouchable
youre-mine
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Bijou Hunter |
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4a52998
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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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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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0d0a061
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these are precisely the conditions that killed love, after first blighting its growth: squalor, fear, uncertainty, overfamiliarity.
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love
uncertainty
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Patrick McGrath |
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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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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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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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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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3526b3c
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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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ac6ba78
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Together, they were greater than either them could possibly be apart. Together, she prayed, they were invincible.
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invincible
kleopatra-and-anthony
love
togetherness
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Karen Essex |
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5c68d34
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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
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Robert Ferrigno |
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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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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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ab3dc2b
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This man has the same kind of charm, the kind that suggests weakness, the kind that indicates how sad he will always make her feel. There is something dependable, unfailing in this sort of sadness.
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love
sadness
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Joe Meno |
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fa9abf8
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The past, with its monstrous depth and span, reached toward him, demanding an understanding that he simply could not give it. His mind was too young and too narrow to withstand the onrush of her life.
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love
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Karen Russell |
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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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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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f2873d4
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Words for Flora Nothing would be easier withou you, because you are everything, all of it- sprinkles, quarks, giant donuts,eggs sunny side up you are the ever expanding universe to me.
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love
squirrel
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Kate DiCamillo |
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5ef9a8c
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But I'm not ready to let Winn-Dixie go.
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friendship
grief-and-loss
love
ínpirational
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Kate DiCamillo |
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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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214eb17
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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
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Christine Feehan |
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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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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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49bb582
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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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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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f76b0d1
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You talk as if Bea were a trophy.' 'No, as if she were a blessing,' Fermin corrected.
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cute
love
trophy
women
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Carlos Ruiz Zafón |
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9f43460
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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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7a68661
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You only get one life, Luna. One stab at this thing called happiness. Why deprive yourself of things you want just because they weren't given to you the way you hoped for them to come?
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knight-cole
life
love
luna-rexroth
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L.J. Shen |
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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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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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c9a7603
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"If not hatred," put in her brother-in-law as the path broadened so that they could walk all abreast, "what of love?" Out of the corner of her eye, Mary saw her sister and brother-in-law exchange a sickeningly speaking glance. "Hmph," was Mrs. Fustian's eloquent opinion on that subject. For the first time that evening, Mary found herself in perfect agreement with her. "Good enough for shepherdesses, but not at all the thing for civilized folks. Love is a severely destabilizing emotion. Look at Paris," she finished, as though that said it all. "The city, or the Greek?" inquired Letty in a tone of suppressed laughter, her arm twined possessively through her husband's. "Either!" declared Mrs. Fustian."
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letty-pinchingdale-snipe
love
mary-alsworthy
miss-gwen
newlyweds
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Lauren Willig |
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2d90572
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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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a50786b
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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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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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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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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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60658cf
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Every glance made him need another.
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glance
infatuation
looking
love
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James Salter |
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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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1b23b16
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Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.
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love
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Emily Giffin |
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6257093
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So much of how we see the world is the matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.
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collage
football
life
love
texas
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Emily Giffin |
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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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b45b7b9
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"Saukerl", rise lei, e, mentre alzava una mano, fu assolutamente certa che anche lui, nel medesimo istante, la chiamasse Saumensch. Credo che sia la cosa piu prossima all'amore cui sappiano giungere degli undicenni."
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love
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Markus Zusak |
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bebf755
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In truth, I think he was afraid. Rudy Steiner was scared of the book thief's kiss. He must have longed for it so much. He must have loved her so incredibly hard. So that he would never ask for her lips again and would go to his grave without them.
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love
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Markus Zusak |
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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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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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df8d6eb
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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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3416e71
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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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f8e67a9
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"In this view of marriage, each person says to the other, "I see all your flaws, imperfections, weaknesses, dependencies. But underneath them all I see growing the person God wants you to be." This is radically different from the search for "compatibility."
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love
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Timothy J. Keller |
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"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
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realization
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Markus Zusak |
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"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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"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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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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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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So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season--or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all.
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life
love
mothers-and-daughters
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Emily Giffin |
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L'amour, croyait-elle, devait arriver tout a coup, avec de grands eclats et des fulgurations, -- ouragan des cieux qui tombe sur la vie, la bouleverse, arrache les volontes comme des feuilles et emporte a l'abime le coeur entier. Elle ne savait pas que, sur la terrasse des maisons, la pluie fait des lacs quand les gouttieres sont bouchees, et elle fut ainsi demeuree en sa securite, lorsqu'elle decouvrit subitement une lezarde dans le mur.
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love
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Gustave Flaubert |
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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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Do not laugh too much at your fellows. Those whom you cannot love you should, rather, fear.
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fellows
laugh
love
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Umberto Eco |
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Ipak, nije mogla a da se ne zapita zasto muskarac kojeg zeli nije slobodan, a onoga koji to jest ne zeli. I tako se nastavila njezina misija da si zivot pretvori u televizijsku sapunicu.
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duboki-pad
istina-boli
karin-slaughter
life
love
truth-quotes
životna
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Karin Slaughter |