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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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c457992
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Rights begin where love ends. Shall we argue over who is the most to blame?
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blame
love
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Jeanette Winterson |
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a81032b
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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2b5eb29
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He needs a looser association. He needs something that implies a man who wants the ice shard to remain in his chest, who's learned to love the sensation of being pierced.
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heartache
loss
love
mourning
pain
sorrow
suffering
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Michael Cunningham |
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96e9484
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Many social and political changes have swept the world clean of the apprehension of sacred things: the rejection of custom and ceremony; the conversion of marriage into a defeasible contract; the relaxing of the laws governing, sexual conduct and obscenity; the decline of faith and saintliness. As those changes take their effect, the experience of erotic love becomes darigerous and uncertain in its outcome. Our responsibility retreats further from the confused terrain of sexual experience, and threatens even to void it of desire. Hence, it might be said, my ability to reflect, in so neutral and philosophical a fashion, on the nature of this phenomenon is perhaps already an index of its decline: of the fact that desire does not, now, have the importance for us that formerly caused men to conceal it in poetry or overcome it through prayer. What we understand of our condition may also pass from us in the act of understanding. For we were never meant to have knowledge of this thing; we were meant only to be subject to its command. No phenomenon, perhaps, illustrates more profoundly the great poetical utterance of Hegel; that When philosophy paints its grey in grey, then has a shape of life grown old. By philosophy's grey in grey it cannot be rejuvenated but only understood. The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the gathering of the dusk. On the other hand, it is a century and a half since Hegel wrote those words, and life goes on.
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love
sacred
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Roger Scruton |
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892849f
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As soon as another person becomes important to us, so that we feel in our lives the gravitational pull of his existence, we are to a certain extent astonished by his individuality. From time to time we pause in his presence, and allow the incomprehensible fact of his being in the world to dawn on us. And if we love him and trust him, and feel the comfort of his companionship, then our sentiment, in these moments, is like the sentiment of beauty--a pure endorsement of the other, whose soul shines in his face and gestures as beauty shines in a work of art.
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gravity
individuality
love
uniqueness
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Roger Scruton |
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2b4b0ac
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He didn't even attempt to smile and I knew then that I had lost him.
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cheat
fling
love
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Marian Keyes |
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2f63366
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For a moment our eyes meet, but we exchange nothing except a grim determination to get this parting over, to get this exile underway, to keep this precious boy safe. I suppose that Jasper is the only man that I have loved, perhaps he is the only man that I will ever love. But there has never been time for words of love between us, we have spent most of our time saying goodbye.
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love
royal
tudor
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Philippa Gregory |
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5dc510d
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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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dd2b6fd
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Life's tempering and altering process often takes the form of adversity, and, as far as outward appearances are concerned, seems to be working against us when it is actually working for us.
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inspiration
life
love
relationships
the-laws-of-love
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Chris Prentiss |
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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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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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49d8324
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"Numinous," Ursula said, breaking the silence eventually. "There's a spark of the divine in the world -- not God, er'er done with God, but something. Is it love? Not silly romantic love, but something more profound..." "I think it's perhaps something we don't have a name for," Teddy said. "We want to name everything. Perhaps that's where we've gone wrong."
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kindness
love
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Kate Atkinson |
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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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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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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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2e3fd39
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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.
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gossip
ill
life
live
love
moment
quality
senseless
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Mitch Albom |
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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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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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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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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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5ef9a8c
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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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6d26070
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"Do you know what made me fall in love with you?" George asked suddenly. Anne shook her head, puzzled that he should ask her this now. "I heard you laugh, down the hall, just before I got to Spanish class that first day. I couldn't see you. I just heard this fabulous laugh, like a whole octave, top to bottom. And I had to hear it again."
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love
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Mary Doria russell |
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7e8af6c
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"I look down, and I'm surprised to find myself standing in the middle of a small stone circle. In the center, directly between my feet, is a coppery-bronze octagon with a star. Words are engraved in the stone around it: 'Mademoiselle Oliphant. It translates to "Point zero of the roads of France." In other words, it's the point from which all other distances in France are measured.' St. Clair clears his throat. 'It's the beginning of everything.' I look back up. He's smiling. 'Welcome to Paris, Anna. I'm glad you've come."
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love
paris
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Stephanie Perkins |
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8888681
|
"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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94ca414
|
Then she leant over and kissed him very slowly, with infinite tenderness. As if she had had to wait an eternity to do so.
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kiss
love
the-club-dumas
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Arturo Pérez-Reverte |
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6d9152d
|
It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now. This is not uncommon after loss of love-- blue and black and red blasting the crater open. I am interested in anger.
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breaking-up
grief
loss
loss-of-love
love
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Anne Carson |
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805efdf
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Si, con todo, se lo que es el amor, lo se por ti.
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love
love-quotes
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Hermann Hesse |
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4963c70
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"If I bring him home though, I swear he'll spend the rest of his life waiting by the door. And he deserves better than that, don't you think?' Yes, I think, my heart breaking.
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death
dogs
love
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Sigrid Nunez |
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a33086b
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She smiled and wanted to cry, too, for a moment. From happiness, she supposed. 'What a wonderful day to be in love and be loved. I'm so happy.
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happiness
love
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Betty Neels |
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6dd3e88
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It took seven languages to make me; it would have been nice if I could have spoken just one. But I couldn't, so he leaned down and kissed me.
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languages
love
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Nicole Krauss |
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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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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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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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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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a31f838
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"He is my brother," I said. "I cannot desert him." "You can go to your own death," William said. "Or you can survive this, bring up your children, and guard Anne's little girl who will be shamed and bastardized and motherless by the end of this week. You can wait out this reign and see what comes next. See what the future holds for the Princess Elizabeth, defend our son Henry against those who will want to set him up as the king's heir or even worse-flaunt him as a pretender. You owe it to your children to protect them."
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future
love
sacrifice
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Philippa Gregory |
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21d7a88
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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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93f7104
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Holding a precious book meant to Mendel what an assignment with a woman might to another man. These moments were his platonic nights of love. Books had power over him; money never did. Great collectors, including the founder of a collection in Princeton University Library, tried in vain to recruit him as an adviser and buyer for their libraries--Jakob Mendel declined; no one could imagine him anywhere but in the Cafe Gluck. Thirty-three years ago, when his beard was still soft and black and he had ringlets over his forehead, he had come from the east to Vienna, a crook-backed lad, to study for the rabbinate, but he had soon abandoned Jehovah the harsh One God to give himself up to idolatry in the form of the brilliant, thousand-fold polytheism of books. That was when he had first found his way to the Cafe Gluck, and gradually it became his workplace, his headquarters, his post office, his world. Like an astronomer alone in his observatory, studying myriads of stars every night through the tiny round lens of the telescope, observing their mysterious courses, their wandering multitude as they are extinguished and then appear again, so Jakob Mendel looked through his glasses out from that rectangular table into the other universe of books, also eternally circling and being reborn in that world above our own.
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books
collecting-books
knowledge
love
obsession
reading
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Stefan Zweig |
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a213476
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Siempre, a pesar de todo, habia deseado encontrar a un semejante: hombre, mujer, nino, no importaba. Sin la incesante influencia de las masas, el sexo perdia rapidamente importancia. En cambio, la soledad seguia en primera linea.
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human-extinction
loneliness
love
sex
solitude
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Richard Matheson |
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351dfac
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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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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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6e05e7b
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"A wrestling match.. Yes, you could describe life that way." So which side wins, I ask? He smiles at me, the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth. "Love wins. Love always wins."
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life
live
love
tug-of-war
win
wrestle
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Mitch Albom |
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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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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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14578ec
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"All right," I said, waving the cup away and dabbing moisture very carefully from my lips. "I'm fine." I breathed shallowly, feeling my heart begin to slow down. "Well. So. At least now I know why you've been coming back from the Cherokee villages in such a state of-- off--" I felt an unhinged giggle rising, and bent over, moaning as I stifled it. "Oh, Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ. And here I thought it was thoughts of me, driving you mad with lust." He snorted then himself, though mildly. He put down the cup, rose, and turned back the coverlet. Then he looked at me, and his eyes were clear, unguarded.
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clairefraser
jamiefraser
love
outlander
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Diana Gabaldon |
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7af688c
|
"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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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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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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761db34
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There's a belief that to take care of someone else, or to let someone else take care of you - that both are inherently unfeminist. i don't agree. There's no shame in devoting yourself to another person, as long as he devotes himself to you in return
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love
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Curtis Sittenfeld |
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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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607416e
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Her life would have been easier if she hadn't loved him so much, but she couldn't help loving him. Just to look at him was to love him.
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love
love-quotes
marriage
relationships-quotes
the-corrections
vicissitudes-of-life
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Jonathan Franzen |
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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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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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7465353
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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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4773e12
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"Take any emotion--love for a woman, or grief for a loved one, or what I'm going through, fear and pain from a deadly illness. If you hold back on the emotions--if you don't allow yourself to go all the way through them--you can never get to being detached, you're too busy being afraid. You're afraid of the pain, you're afraid of the grief. You're afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails. "But by throwing yourself into these emotions, by allowing yourself to dive in, all the way, over your head even, you experience them fully and completely. You know what pain is. You know what love is. You know what grief is. And only then can you say, 'All right. I have experienced that emotion. I recognize that emotion. Now I need to detach from that emotion for a moment."
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feeling
love
vulnerability
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Mitch Albom |
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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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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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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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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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762bdb2
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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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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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473fa3a
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You will not be here--I shall not be here--much longer.'
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love
mortality
time
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A.S. Byatt |
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927621b
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From love's absolutism to love's absolution? No: I don't believe in the cosy narratives of life some find necessary, just as I choke on comforting words like redemption and closure. Death is the only closure I believe in; and the wound will stay open until that final shutting of the doors. As for redemption, it's far too neat, a movie-maker's bromide; and beyond that, it feels like something grand, which human beings are too imperfect to deserve, much less bestow upon themselves.
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closure
death
julian-barnes
love
platitudes
realism
redemption
sad
the-only-story
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Julian Barnes |
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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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14e5851
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- Lady Jersey to Mrs.Cowper,as the two watched dancers waltz at Almack's.
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love
so-true
woman
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Karen Hawkins |
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922cff1
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The mystery and art of living are as grand as the sweep of a lifetime and the lifetime of a species. And they are as close as beginning, quietly, to mine whatever grace and beauty, whatever healing and attentiveness, are possible in this moment and the next and the next one after that.
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attention
awe
beauty
diversity
enlightenment
god
grace
humanity
life
life-force
love
mindfulness
mystery
on-being
religion
spirit
wisdom
wonder
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Krista Tippett |
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b6a3d91
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I was familiar with the little mating rituals of getting to know each other, of dragging out the stories from childhood, summer camp, and high school, the famous humiliations, and the adorable things you said as a child, the familial dramas--of having a portrait of yourself, all the while making yourself out to be a little brighter, a little more deep than deep down you knew you actually were. And though I hadn't had more than three or four relationships, I already knew that each time the thrill of telling another the story of yourself wore off a little more, each time you threw yourself into it a little less, and grew more distrustful of an intimacy that always, in the end, failed to pass into true understanding.
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identity
love
nicole-krauss
relationships
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Nicole Krauss |
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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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4735021
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During that time, The Mouth came by to pray with us, and my dad began to spend his evenings sitting in the yellow lawn chair and staring at the highway, or down in the basement with his isotope material, finding comfort in the stability that's created from decay.
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life
loss
love
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Miriam Toews |
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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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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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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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6274d4b
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The Astors and the Vanderbilts, their pleasure domes and money: she was sick of it. Sick of envying, sick of herself. She didn't understand antiques or architecture, she couldn't draw like Sylvia, she didn't read like Ted, she had few interests and no expertise. A paucity for love was the only true thing she'd ever had.
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love
motherhood
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Jonathan Franzen |
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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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74d26f7
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But, as we all know, the first law of shopping says that when you're urgently looking for something specific, you've no hope of finding it.
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love
marriage
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Marian Keyes |
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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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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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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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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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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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912a1ef
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"We've stopped in front of Notre-Dame again. I point at the familiar star and clear my throat. "Wanna make another wish?" "You go first." He's watching me, puzzled, like he's trying to figure something out. He bites his thumbnail. This time I can't help it. All day long, I've thought about it. Him. Our secret. He steps on the coppery-bronze star after me and closes his eyes. I realize he must be wishing about his mother, and I feel guilty that she didn't even cross my mind. My thoughts are only for St. Clair. ( . . . ) Do I see the same St. Clair everyone else does? No. I don't think so. But I could be mistaking our friendship for something more, because I to mistake it for something more."
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love
wish
wishes
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Stephanie Perkins |
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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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df900ed
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In light of this, my visits with Morrie felt like a cleansing rinse of human kindness. We talked about life and we talked about love. We talked about one of Morrie's favourite subjects, compassion and why our society had such a shortage of it.
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human
kind
life
love
shortage
society
talk
visit
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Mitch Albom |
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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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b75dd6d
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It was stupid and difficult, it was complicated and exhausting to love in such a way, but it was wonderful. Wonderful was the dark sadness of this love, its folly and hopelessness.
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love
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Hermann Hesse |
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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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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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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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64acbc8
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I'd learned more about her in that exhausted, murmuring hour than in all the many months before it. Lovers find their way by such insights and confidences: they're the stars we use to navigate the ocean of desire. And the brightest of those stars are the heartbreaks and sorrows. The most precious gift you can bring to your lover is your suffering. So I took each sadness she confessed to me, and pinned it to the sky.
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happiness
inspirational
love
spiritual
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Gregory David Roberts |
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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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9038785
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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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0ae05cf
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. . . none of us are as sophisticated in these matters as you think. You know I always feel, with every new person, as if I am starting anew. These things are instinctive. What you need to learn is to lay aside your inhibitions, to go back to your childhood when you played marbles or whatever with boys and never thought anything of it.
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dating
friendship
love
romance
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Azar Nafisi |
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15c9943
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"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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9030610
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They were already out of her lands, and in another day Yorkshire would be behind them altogether. By the end of the week she'd be in London, resuming her life as if this trip had never happened. Three or four months from now, Harry, acting as her land steward, might write to ask if she wanted him to present his report on her lands in person. And she, having just returned from another soiree, might turn the letter over in her hand and muse, Harry Pye. Why, I once lay in his arms. I looked up into his illuminated face as he joined his flesh with mine, and I was alive. She might toss the letter on her desk and think, But that was so long ago now and in a different place. Perhaps it was only a dream. She might think that. George closed her eyes. Somehow she knew that there would never come a day when Harry Pye was not her first memory when she woke and her last thought as she drifted into sleep. She would remember him all the days of her life. Remember and regret.
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georgina
harry
loss
love
regret
remember
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Elizabeth Hoyt |
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0df0e01
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It seemed that the marriage had reached the traditional truce, the point at which so many resign themselves to cutting both their losses and their hopes.
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love
marriage
partnership
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Joan Didion |
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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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872b684
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Still he loved on, and on, ever more fondly.
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jem-wilson
love
mary-barton
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Elizabeth Gaskell |
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c5d4935
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Bir seyleri disari atip kapiyi kilitlediginde, aslinda kendini iceri kilitlemis oluyorsun.
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kukla
love
magic
pawn
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Mercedes Lackey |
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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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0e4f1a0
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?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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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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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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870e36c
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"What's wrong with Louis?" asked Ron. "Is he sick or something?" "Yes," said Jenny. "He's got a real bad disease. And it's spelled L-O-V-E."
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love
school
spelling
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Louis Sachar |
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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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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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86d932d
|
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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b8ea8f9
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Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. It is a remarkable process. It is far more terrible than anything I have ever read about it, more terrible than anything I will ever be able to say.
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hate
hatred
james-baldwin
love
love-to-hate
sad
terrible
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James Baldwin |
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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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b8f48a1
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But the fact was, Sherrie Marla trusted him already. When he took the ice off, and showed to her his new symmetry, she didn't flinch. His face was him to her now. It was not a map or an indicator of some abstract idea. Turned out it was only the first impression he needed to alter.
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first-impressions
love
symmetry
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Aimee Bender |
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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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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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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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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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167c0ba
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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8e7cad0
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You think if you don't talk about it, you can just pretend everything is all right? Everything is not all right. Not with us, not with your parents, not with anything today. And if you let yourself go anywhere real with it, you have to acknowledge it.
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honesty
love
self-disclosure
self-discovery
truth
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Laura Dave |
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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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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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85b36d9
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The partition between love and anger is thin. I suppose it's a need to protect the self from further wounding that makes people scream at the one they love.
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anger-and-love
love
relationships
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Sebastian Faulks |
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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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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 |