e65d563
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and so will the world end, I think, a victim of love rather than hate. For love's ever been the more destructive weapon, sure.
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world
love
victim
power
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Stephen King |
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"I've got about ten things to say to you right now. But at least nine of them would make me sound like a psycho." In spite of the seriousness of the situation, I nearly smiled. "What's the tenth thing?" I asked his shirtfront. He paused, considering it. "Never mind," he grumbled. "That one would make me sound like a psycho, too."
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love
ella-varner
travises
jack-travis
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Lisa Kleypas |
1a449e8
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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friendship
love
constancy
roses
companionship
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Emily Brontë |
9c91a71
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I'm the last one in the dark, until- suddenly- it happens. St. Clair removes something from his pocket. And then he gets down on one knee. Anna's entire body lights with shock and joy and love. She nods a vigorous yes. St. Clair places the ring on her finger. He stands, she throws her arms around him, and they kiss. He spins her in a circle. They kiss again. Deep, hungry, long. And then he turns to us and waves- with the biggest smile I've ever seen- clearly aware that we've been standing here the whole time.
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love
st-clair
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Stephanie Perkins |
2711e10
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I can't tell if I should be ashamed of wanting to hold you on this day, or grateful that, despite what happened before now, it somehow brought me to you.
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love
hold
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Sarah J. Maas |
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He remembered Tessa weeping in his arms in Paris, and thinking that he had never known the loss she felt, because he had never loved like she had, and that he was afraid that someday he would, and like Tessa he would lose his mortal love. And that it was better to be the one who died than the one who lived on. He had dismissed that, later, as a morbid fantasy, and had not remembered it again until Alec.
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loss
love
page-502
part-2
city-of-heavenly-fire
tessa-gray
magnus-bane
immortal
cassandra-clare
mortal
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Cassandra Clare |
9c71bb4
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Of two hearts one is always warm and one is always cold: the cold heart is more precious than diamonds: the warm heart has no value and is thrown away.
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life
love
value
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Graham Greene |
55378cb
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Hermione turned and beamed at Harry; her eyes, too, were full of tears. '...then I declare you bonded for life.
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romance
love
hermione-granger
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J.K. Rowling |
e452137
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And everyone is always saying that marriage is really hard and takes a lot of work. But the thing is, when you know that you love someone, those things don't matter. You have to push all the everyday things and the outside world away, and just enjoy knowing that this is the man who has the chest your head is meant to lie on.
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marriage
love
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Erin McCarthy |
7987665
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Doubt thou the stars are fire Doubt thou the sun doth move Doubt truth to be a liar But never doubt I love
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love
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William Shakespeare |
b2e0ac2
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I still love him so much I'll hide any amount of conjugated estrogen in his food. So much I'll do anything to destroy him.
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love
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Chuck Palahniuk |
291786c
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Of all ghosts the ghosts of our old loves are the worst.
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love
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Sir Arthur Conan Doyle |
8387b46
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I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.
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love
inspirational
supporters
support
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Kelley Armstrong |
0074f7b
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The husband is the head of the wife just in so far as he is to her what Christ is to the Church - read on - and give his life for her (Eph. V, 25). This headship, then, is most fully embodied not in the husband we should all wish to be but in him whose marriage is most like a crucifixion; whose wife receives most and gives least, is most unworthy of him, is - in her own mere nature - least lovable. For the Church has not beauty but what the Bride-groom gives her; he does not find, but makes her, lovely. The chrism of this terrible coronation is to be seen not in the joys of any man's marriage but in its sorrows, in the sickness and sufferings of a good wife or the faults of a bad one, in his unwearying (never paraded) care or his inexhaustible forgiveness: forgiveness, not acquiescence. As Christ sees in the flawed, proud, fanatical or lukewarm Church on earth that Bride who will one day be without spot or wrinkle, and labours to produce the latter, so the husband whose headship is Christ-like (and he is allowed no other sort) never despairs. He is a King Cophetua who after twenty years still hopes that the beggar-girl will one day learn to speak the truth and wash behind her ears.
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marriage
love
wife
church
husband
eros
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C.S. Lewis |
a813f9f
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The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. The only hope, or else despair Lies in the choice of pyre or pyre- To be redeemed from fire by fire. Who then devised the torment? Love. Love is the unfamiliar Name Behind the hands that wove The intolerable shirt of flame Which human power cannot remove. We only live, only suspire Consumed by either fire or fire.
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love
holy-spirit
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T.S. Eliot |
2b4664d
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"Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? 36 As it is written: "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." 37 No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38 For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39 neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."
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inspiration
love
truth
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Anonymous |
388ee0c
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Good people are good people; religion has nothing to do with it.
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religion
love
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Jodi Picoult |
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It's not about finding ways to avoid God's judgment and feeling like a failure if you don't do everything perfectly. It's about fully experiencing God's love and letting it perfect you. It's not about being somebody you are not. It's about becoming who you really are.
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god
love
inspirational
god-s-love
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Stormie Omartian |
6a28517
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When I was a child I truly loved: Unthinking love as calm and deep As the North Sea. But I have lived, And now I do not sleep.
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life
love
maturity
experience
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John Gardner |
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I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
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poetry
love
yearning
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Sylvia Plath |
ba66127
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"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back." -Plato"
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song
love
philosiphy
plato
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Jessica Clare |
14d89d8
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You know, Miss Holly, you look very dramatic like that, backlit by the fire. Very attractive, if I may say so. I know you shared a moment passionne with Artemis which he subsequently fouled up with his typical boorish behavior. Let me just throw something out there for you to consider while we're chasing the probe: I share Artemis's passion but not his boorishness. No pressure; just think about it. This was enough to elicit a deafening moment of silence even in the middle of a crisis, which Orion seemed to be blissfully unaffected by.
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humor
love
orion
flirting
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Eoin Colfer |
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Because it is the nature of love to create, a marriage itself is something which has to be created, so that, together we become a new creature. To marry is the biggest risk in human relations that a person can take...If we commit ourselves to one person for life this is not, as many people think, a rejection of freedom; rather it demands the courage to move into all the risks of freedom, and the risk of love which is permanent; into that love which is not possession, but participation...It takes a lifetime to learn another person...When love is not possession, but participation, then it is part of that co-creation which is our human calling, and which implies such risk that it is often rejected.
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marriage
love
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Madeleine L'Engle |
e2f6f69
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I feel a little like the moon who took possession of you for a moment and then returned your soul to you. You should not love me. One ought not to love the moon. If you come too near me, I will hurt you.
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love
moon
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Anaïs Nin |
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Only when we give joyfully, without hesitation or thought of gain, can we truly know what love means.
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love
inspirational
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Leo Buscaglia |
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What it means to be human is to bring up your children in safety, educate them, keep them healthy, teach them how to care for themselves and others, allow them to develop in their own way among adults who are sane and responsibile, who know the value of the world and not its economic potential. It means art, it means time, it means all the invisibles never counted by the GDP and the census figures. It means knowing that life has an inside as well as an outside. And I think it means love.
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humanity
education
love
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Jeanette Winterson |
1f3fbb5
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Never miss an opportunity to show your love, especially to those close to you, because we are always at our most cautious with them for fear of being hurt.
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fear
love
inspirational
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Paulo Coelho |
67c2bb2
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"The very condition of having Friends is that we should want something else besides Friends. Where the truthful answer to the question "Do you see the same truth?" would be "I see nothing and I don't care about the truth; I only want a Friend," no Friendship can arise - though Affection of course may. There would be nothing for the Friendship to be about; and Friendship must be about something, even if it were only an enthusiasm for dominoes or white mice. Those who have nothing can share nothing; those who are going nowhere can have no fellow-travellers."
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friendship
love
truth
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C.S. Lewis |
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The heart is like a woman, and the head is like a man, and although man is the head of woman, woman is the heart of man, and she turns man's head because she turns his heart.
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man
marriage
woman
relationships
christianity
spirituality
heart
love
philosophy
inspirational
woman-s-charm
jesus-shock
woman-s-character
woman-s-strength
catholicism
theology
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Peter Kreeft |
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"She looked up from closing it to find Jace watching her through hooded eyes. "And one last thing," he said. He reached over and pulled the sparking pins out of her hair, so that it fell in warm heavy curls down her neck. The sensation of hair tickling her bare skin was unfamiliar and oddly pleasant. "Much better," he said, and she thought this time that maybe his voice was uneven too."
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love
jace-wayland
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Cassandra Clare |
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"Can I tell you a boring science fact?" she whispered. "I bet you didn't learn it in Shadowhunter history class." "If you're trying to distract me from talking about my feelings, you're not being very subtle about it." He touched her face. "You know I make speeches. It's okay. You don't have to make them back. Just tell me you love me," "I'm not trying to distract you." She held up her hand and wiggles the fingers. "There are a hundred trillion cells in the human body," she said. "And every single one of the cells of my body loves you. We shed cells, and grow new ones, and my new cells love you more than the old ones, which is why I love you more every day than I did before. It's science. And when I die and they burn my body and I become ashes that mix with the air, and part of the ground and the trees and the stars, everyone who breathes air of sees the flowers that grow out of the ground or looks up at the stars will remember you and love you, because I love you that much," She smiled. "How was that for a speech?"
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love
pg-699
jace-herondale
power
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Cassandra Clare |
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Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong.
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woman
love
loved
unrequited
sexes
cruelty
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Thomas Hardy |
44bcbb2
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That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds. I smile a little, and let myself go.
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love
intimacy
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Veronica Roth |
b49987b
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I understand why she did all those things, but that doesn't mean we aren't still broken.
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love
tris
tobias
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Veronica Roth |
907be44
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It's despair at the lack of feeling, of love, of reason in the world. It's despair that anyone can even contemplate the idea of dropping a bomb or ordering that it should be dropped. It's despair that so few of us care. It's despair that there's so much brutality and callousness in the world. It's despair that perfectly normal young men can be made vicious and evil because they've won a lot of money. And then do what you've done to me.
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love
the-collector
john-fowles
despair
obsession
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John Fowles |
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You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it.
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love
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Jean-Paul Sartre |
ebdd417
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"What a woman you are," he murmured, and she heard the emotion in it, the way the Irish thickened just a bit in his voice. And saw it in those vivid eyes when he drew back. "That you would think of this. That you would do this." He shook his head, kissed her. Like the breath, long and quiet. "I can't thank you enough. There isn't enough thanks. I can't say what this means to me, even to you. I don't have the words for it." He took her hands, brought them both to his lips. " . You stagger me." He framed her face now, touched his lips to her brow. "You're the beat of my heart, the breath in my body, the light in my soul."
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romance
love
in-death-series
roarke
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J.D. Robb |
39d753e
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"I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands." "They're not empty now."
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romance
love
little-women
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Louisa May Alcott |
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When we fall in love, we hope - both egotistically and altruistically - that we shall be finally, truly seen: judged and approved. Of course, love does not always bring approval: being seen may just as well lead to a thumbs-down and a season in hell.
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love
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Julian Barnes |
5aeff10
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You deserve someone better than me. Someone young and idealistic...someone who can experience things for the first time along with you. I'm not always kind, and I have more faults than I'd care to name. All I can promise is that I'll want you until my last breath.
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want
romance
love
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Lisa Kleypas |
a9cfd3a
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Oh to have you with me, to have you here, not to be alone, but to be with you, my beauty, you of all souls! You.
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loneliness
love
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Anne Rice |
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To have faith requires courage, the ability to take a risk, the readiness even to accept pain and disappointment. Whoever insists on safety and security as primary conditions of life cannot have faith; whoever shuts himself off in a system of defense, where distance and possession are his means of security, makes himself a prisoner. To be loved, and to love, need courage, the courage to judge certain values as of ultimate concern - and to take the jump and to stake everything on these values.
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love
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Erich Fromm |
401a5c4
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A man with charm is an entertaining thing, and a man with looks is, ofcourse, a sight to behold, but a man with honor - ah, he is the one, dear reader, to which young ladies should flock.
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love
inspirational
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Julia Quinn |
8792d4f
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"Here's the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That's what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease. I want to leave a mark. But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, "They'll remember me now," but (a) they don't remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion. ... We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can't stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it's silly and useless--epically useless in my current state--but I am an animal like any other. Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We're as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we're not likely to do either. People will say it's sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it's not sad, Van Houten. It's triumphant. It's heroic. Isn't that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm. The real heroes anyway aren't the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn't actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn't get smallpox. ... But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar. ... What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers."
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dogs
death
love
fire-hydrant
eulogy
making-a-difference
hurt
legacy
disease
survival
choices
scars
beautiful
dying
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John Green |
21039a5
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She had been born for this man, and she had spent so many years trying to accept the fact that he had been born for someone else...
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love
romancing-mr-bridgerton
penelope-bridgerton
colin-bridgerton
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Julia Quinn |
5857556
|
Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!
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suffering
women
love
self-sacrifice
purity
girls
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Honoré de Balzac |
14da37f
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girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would welcome the intolerable dull senseless hell you would bring me and I wish you luck in bed and out but not in mine thank you.
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irony
poem
poetry
women
funny
death
life
love
bukowski
dull
girls
misogyny
rejection
sexuality
hell
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Charles Bukowski |
11d9a2f
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Mara, that's the life I want to give you. That's what I'm offering you. I want to fill you life with color and warmth. I want to fill it with light. Give me a chance
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marriage
happiness
love
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Francine Rivers |
fb2fd42
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I was trying to go... somewhere. But I kept getting pulled back here. I couldn't stop walking, couldn't stop thinking. About the first time I ever saw you, and how after I couldn't forget you. I wanted to, but I couldn't stop myself. I forced Hodge to let me be the one who came to find you and bring you back to the Institute. And even back then, in that stupid coffee shop, when I saw you with Simon, even then that felt wrong to me-- I should have been the one sitting with you. The one who made you laugh like that. I couldn't get rid of that feeling. That it should have been me. And the more I knew you, the more I felt it-- it had never been like that for me before. I'd always wanted a girl and then gotten to know her and not wanted her anymore, but with you the feeling just got stronger and stronger until that night when you showed up at Renwick's and I knew. And then to find out the reason I felt like that-- like you were some part of me I'd lost and never ever knew I was missing until I saw you again-- that the reason was that you were my sister, it felt like some cosmic joke. Like God was spitting on me. I don't even know for what-- for thinking that I actually get to have you, that I would deserve something like that, to be happy. I couldn't imagine what it was I'd done that I was being punished for--
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love
jace-wayland
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Cassandra Clare |
34f3d7e
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In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.' Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest. Feel for yourself.
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love
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Jeanette Winterson |
c355140
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Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse for impossibility, for it thinks all things are lawful for itself and all things are possible
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love
inspirational
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Thomas A. Kempis |
ea9bc05
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You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can end up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that really has more to do with personality-the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom-almost never-an even proposition.
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love
claudia
emily-giffin
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Emily Giffin |
6e02d3c
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But if I don't think about love, I will be nothing.
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love
|
Paulo Coelho |
5ace4f3
|
I can see that the sadness has returned. And it's not a beautiful sadness- beautiful sadness is a myth. Sadness turns our features to clay, not porcelain.
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relationships
love
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David Levithan |
cf7f317
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"Tessa exploded "I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being so polite?!" He looked at her in amazement. "But wouldn't you rather-" "I would not rather. I don't want you to be polite! I want you to be Will! I don't want you to indicate points of architectural interest to me as if you were a Baedecker guide! I want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things, and make up songs and be-" The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. "And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall strike you with my umbrella." "I am trying to court you," Will said in exasperation. "Court you properly. That's what all this has been about. You know that, don't you?" "Mr. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre," Tessa pointed out. "No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Is that what you want?" "You would make a very ugly woman." "I would not. I would be stunning." Tessa laughed. "There," she said. "There is Will. Isn't that better? Don't you think so?" "I don't know," Will said, eyeing her. I'm afraid to answer that. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas." Tessa laughed again, and then they were both laughing, their smothered giggles bouncing off the walls of the Whispering Gallery. After that, things were decidedly easier between them, and Will's smile when he helped her down from the carriage on their return home, was bright and real."
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humor
love
p-522
tessa-grey
umbrellas
william-herondale
jane-eyre
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Cassandra Clare |
26a69d7
|
She looks at the swings, and I can see she's imagining what they'd look like if the kids weren't there. The guilt of this holds her down momentarily. It appears to be there constantly. Never far away, despite her love for them. I realize that nothing belongs to her anymore and she belongs to everything.
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life
love
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Markus Zusak |
a5af16f
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Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.
|
|
universe
heart
love
girl
cute
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Veronica Roth |
22d6827
|
Something that is yours forever is never precious
|
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love
my-name-is-asher-lev
value
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Chaim Potok |
65ef6a5
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If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me
|
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love
city-of-fallen-angels
magnus-bane
|
Cassandra Clare |
79be547
|
"For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
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poe
poetry
death
love
|
Edgar Allan Poe |
a50f6eb
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You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
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friendship
love
|
J.K. Rowling |
fd72832
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"Flipping to the front, I caught Aiden's gaze and offered a sympathetic smile. "Skittles?" "Please." I dumped some into his open palm, then picked out the green ones. Aiden grinned at me. "You know I don't like the green ones?" Shrugging, I popped them in my mouth. "The few times I've seen you eat them, you leave the green ones behind." Deacon popped his head between our seats. "That's true love right there." "That it is." Aiden's gaze flicked to the road. I flushed like a little schoolgirl and focused on the remaining pieces of candy until Deacon drifted back into his seat. I handed all the red ones to Aiden."
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love
sweet
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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...it is foreign to a man's nature to go on loving a person when he is told that he must and shall be that person's lover. There would be a much likelier chance of his doing it if he were told not to love. If the marriage ceremony consisted in an oath and signed contract between the parties to cease loving from that day forward, in consideration of personal possession being given, and to avoid each other's society as much as possible in public, there would be more loving couples than there are now. Fancy the secret meetings between the perjuring husband and wife, the denials of having seen each other, the clambering in at bedroom windows, and the hiding in closets! There'd be little cooling then.
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love
ardor
fidelity
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Thomas Hardy |
75eb556
|
Finished in a frenzy that reminded me of our last night in Cambridge. Watched my final sunrise. Enjoyed a last cigarette. Didn't think the view could be any more perfect until I saw that beat-up trilby. Honestly, Sixsmith, as ridiculous as that thing makes you look, I don't believe I've ever seen anything more beautiful. Watched you for as long as I dared. I don't believe it was a fluke that I saw you first. I believe there is another world waiting for us, Sixsmith. A better world, and I'll be waiting for you there. I believe we do not stay dead long. Find me beneath the Corsican stars, where we first kissed. Yours eternally, R.F.
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lovers
love
love-letter
suicide-note
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David Mitchell |
8e510d6
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Love didn't grow very well in a place where there was only fear
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love
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Stephen King |
23fc9a0
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You have my whole heart. You always did. You're the best guy. You always were.
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love
son
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Cormac McCarthy |
96c23fc
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She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.
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greed
love
tyrion-lannister
cersei-lannister
power
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George R.R. Martin |
62e9e4c
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Her hand rose to her lips and she stared up at the stars, feeling her heart grow, and grow, and grow.
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stars
heart
love
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Sarah J. Maas |
7a3303a
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Real intimacy is a sacred experience. It never exposes its secret trust and belonging to the voyeuristic eye of a neon culture. Real intimacy is of the soul, and the soul is reserved.
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inspirational-quotes
love
intimacy
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John O'Donohue |
64666c1
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One day you will learn that love does not always betray you.
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learning
love
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Mary Balogh |
d9f8578
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There were books about how to be gay; he'd seen them in stores and libraries. Some of them even had diagrams. But there weren't any diagrams about how to fall in love with your best friend and not fuck everything up.
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youth
romance
love
unrequited-love
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Poppy Z. Brite |
e5e0e33
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life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.
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love
louisa-may-alcott
little-women
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Louisa May Alcott |
19c8599
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Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
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love
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Cecelia Ahern |
b37efe0
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When I come back, the club is packed. There's hardly any standing room. Anna snagged a wooden bar stool, one of the few seats here. St. Clair stands close to her, facing her, and he smoothes the platinum stripe in her hair. She pulls him even closer by the top of his jeans, one finger tucked inside. It's an intimate gesture. I'm embarrassed to watch, but I can't look away. He kisses her slowly and deeply. They don't care that anyone could watch. Or maybe they've forgotten they aren't alone. When they break apart, Anna says something that makes him fall into silly, boyish laughter. For some reason, that's the moment that makes me turn away. Something about their love is painful.
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love
lola
st-clair
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Stephanie Perkins |
d892aa3
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Have you fallen in love with wrong person yet?
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love
jace-wayland
jace-herondale
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Cassandra Clare |
4598708
|
"I'll follow you to the next life if I have to," he whispered harshly in her ear. "You'll never be free of me. I'll chase you through heaven and hell and beyond." He continued to whisper without stopping while his hands gripped her body close to his. "You stay with me, Holly," he muttered savagely. "Don't do this to me. You stay, damn you."
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romance
love
tear-jerker
zach
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Lisa Kleypas |
1e2be66
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"Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common. " "Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested, but his heart wasn't really in it either. Something about the look on Jace's face was making him increasingly uneasy. Simon was caught off guard. "Clary?" "Clary, " Jace said again. "You know: short, redheaded, bad temper. "
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love
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Cassandra Clare |
c196b72
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. He wondered if Elide Lochan had somehow made Lorcan want to do the same.
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love
pg547
rowan-whitethorn
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Sarah J. Maas |
52f9e20
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He was raw and sharp and rich and throbbing with life. He was sweet blood after a long hunt. How could she have mistaken Aiden's kisses for this? They had been delicious and smooth like the brief comfort of chocolate, but they had never been enough.
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love
desire
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Annette Curtis Klause |
c47ff34
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Tessa was laying on her side, her brown hair spread over the pillow, watching Will, whose face was bent over the pages, with a look of tenderness in her eyes, a tenderness mirrored in the softness of Will's voice as he read.
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love
tessa-gray
will-herondale
tenderness
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Cassandra Clare |
0551ad4
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"He dropped his voice, so low that Tessa wasn't sure if what he said next was real or part of the dream darkness rising to claim her, though she fought against it. "I've never minded it," he went on. "Being lost, that is. I had always thought one could not be truly lost if one knew one's own heart. But I fear I may be lost without knowing yours." He closed his eyes as if he were bone-weary, and she saw how thin his eyelids were, like parchment paper, and how tired he looked. "Wo ai ni, Tessa," he whispered. "Wo bu xiang shi qu ni." She knew, without knowing how she knew, what the words meant.
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romance
love
tessa-gray
jem-carstairs
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Cassandra Clare |
7dfe26d
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When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
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love
inspirational
lost
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Maurice Maeterlinck |
423de19
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This was when she asked him whether it was true that love conquered all, as the songs said. 'It is true', he replied, 'but you would do well not to believe it.
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love
love-conquers-all
of-love-and-other-demons
gabriel-garcía-márquez
disbelief
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Gabriel García Márquez |
9aeec05
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Last Night the Rain Spoke to Me
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rain
beauty
happiness
love
inspirational
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Mary Oliver |
1dadcc2
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I'll affect you slowly as if you were having a picnic in a dream. There will be no ants. It won't rain.
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rain
romance
dream
love
picnic
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Richard Brautigan |
ec4ad1f
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I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.
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love
waiting
nightmares
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Peter S. Beagle |
45b5e3f
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Love, when you get fear in it, it's not love any more. It's hate.
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hate
love
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James M. Cain |
36f9220
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"And what about us? Do you want a vampire boyfriend?" He laughed bitterly. "Because I forsee many romantic picnics in our future. You, drinking a virgin pina colada. Me, drinking the blood of a virgin."
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fun
humor
love
city-of-ashes
clary-fray
the-mortal-instruments
simon-lewis
cassandra-clare
vampire
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Cassandra Clare |
45ffeb2
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He remained heartbroken, which meant one of two things: either his love was pure and true and earthshakingly significant; or he was addicted to feeling forlorn, he liked being heartbroken.
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love
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Jeffrey Eugenides |
be1be17
|
No one lights a lamp in order to hide it behind the door: the purpose of light is to create more light, to open people's eyes, to reveal the marvels around.
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light
love
inspirational
the-witch-of-portobello
wonders
|
Paulo Coelho |
141a74d
|
Do not try to explain feelings. Live everything intensely and treasure what you feel as a gift from God.
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love
inspirational
|
Paulo Coelho |
36ce6a8
|
It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.
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romance
love
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David Levithan |
1084e96
|
It's the time you spent on your rose that makes your rose so important...People have forgotten this truth, but you mustn't forget it. You become responsible forever for what you've tamed. You're responsible for your rose.
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love
rose
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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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"Never be silent with persons you love and distrust," Mr. Carpenter had said once. "Silence betrays."
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silence
love
distrust
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L.M. Montgomery |
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Then is courtesy a turncoat. But it is certain I am loved of all ladies, only you excepted: and I would I could find in my heart that I had not a hard heart; for, truly, I love none. Beatrice: A dear happiness to women: they would else have been troubled with a pernicious suitor. I thank God and my cold blood, I am of your humour for that: I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow than a man swear he loves me. -Much Ado About Nothing
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love
courtship
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William Shakespeare |
e601e58
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If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.
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love
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James Baldwin |
610b9c9
|
I love my parents' murderer; I suppose I could love anyone.
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love-quotes
love
the-cruel-prince
jude
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Holly Black |
517cf77
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A generous heart is always open, always ready to receive our going and coming. In the midst of such love we need never fear abandonment. This is the most precious gift true love offers - the experience of knowing we always belong.
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true-love
fear
heart
love
generousity
belonging
gift
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Bell Hooks |
8219bd6
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Love, no matter how it's expressed, is still love. We all have flaws, and so our love will be flawed. But that doesn't diminish it.
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love
|
Erin McCarthy |
53dcd81
|
Was this what it meant to love someone? That any burden was a burden shared, that they could give you comfort with a word or a touch?
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love
tessa-gray
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Cassandra Clare |
e315de2
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"There's power in the touch of another person's hand. We acknowledge it in little ways, all the time. There's a reason human beings shake hands, hold hands, slap hands, bump hands. "It comes from our very earliest memories, when we all come into the world blinded by light and color, deafened by riotous sound, flailing in a suddenly cavernous space without any way of orienting ourselves, shuddering with cold, emptied with hunger, and justifiably frightened and confused. And what changes that first horror, that original state of terror? "The touch of another person's hands. "Hands that wrap us in warmth, that hold us close. Hands that guide us to shelter, to comfort, to food. Hands that hold and touch and reassure us through our very first crisis, and guide us into our very first shelter from pain. The first thing we ever learn is that the touch of someone else's hand can ease pain and make things better. "That's power. That's power so fundamental that most people never even realize it exists."
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life
love
wisdom
|
Jim Butcher |
96c4d54
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A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest treasures of love.
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romance
writing
love
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Honoré de Balzac |
f4c6b43
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"What do you think it would have been like if Valentine had brought you up along with me? Would you have loved me?" Clary was very glad she had put her cup down, because if she hadn't, she would have dropped it. Sebastian was looking at her not with any shyness or the sort of natural awkwardness that might be attendant on such a bizarre question, but as if she were a curious, foreign life-form. "Well," she said. "You're my brother. I would have loved you. I would have...had to."
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family
love
jonathan
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Cassandra Clare |
adc5790
|
She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her.
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love
leave
hurt
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Christine Feehan |
2addab8
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"That's life for you," said MacDunn. "Someone always waiting for someone who never comes home. Always someone loving some thing more than that thing loves them. And after a while you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it can't hurt you no more."
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pain
love
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Ray Bradbury |
8949708
|
" The god's voice was tinged with disappointment. you "I've been to Tartarus and back," Nico snarled. "You don't scare me." "
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love
eros
heroes-of-olympus
percy-jackson
house-of-hades
nico-di-angelo
rick-riordan
|
Rick Riordan |
819bf4f
|
You can love someone you mistrust.
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love
claudia
emily-giffin
|
Emily Giffin |
41b3b80
|
Sometimes [...] real love is silent as well as blind.
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love
the-stand
stephen-king
|
Stephen King |
0b2dcc5
|
The urge to jump into his arms and feel the warmth of them surrounding me is so powerful, I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.
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love
|
Simone Elkeles |
f5c6c3a
|
I wish I had the talent to paint the way I feel about you, for my words always feel inadequate. I imagine using red for your passion and pale blue for your kindness; forest green to reflect the depth of your empathy and bright yellow for your unflagging optimism. And still I wonder: can even an artist's palette capture the full range of what you mean to me?
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love
inspirational
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Nicholas Sparks |
b87d542
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...most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.
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love
inspirational
|
Anne Lamott |
2337b2c
|
"The heart wants what it wants, Dolp. You don't plan on making your life complicated, it just happens,and you don"t do it on purpose, and you don't do it to hurt people who love you. It just turns out that way sometimes."
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life
love
|
Laurell K. Hamilton |
1918422
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You don't stop loving someone just because you hate them.
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hate
relationships
love
intimacy
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Hanif Kureishi |
f681730
|
When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart.
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learning
heart
love
inquisitive
human-nature
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Charlotte Brontë |
9d7b84b
|
In a very real sense we have two minds, one that thinks and one that feels
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|
thoughts
emotion
science
love
inspirational
neuropsychology
biology
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Daniel Goleman |
b30bf1f
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We sinned for no reason but an incomprehensible lack of love, and He saved us for no reason but an incomprehensible excess of love.
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|
christianity
jesus
spirituality
god
love
philosophy
inspirational
excess-love
saved-souls
the-cross
jesus-shock
salvation
cross
saved
theology
christ
sin
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Peter Kreeft |
cc9e2d8
|
there was a time before you but I can't remember it now a time before your beauty and I were formally introduced I'm sure I lived without you but I don't remember how can't imagine living without these feelings you've produced just one glance and my life was redrawn just one word and my vocabulary changed I asked the time and you said 'what's the hurry?' you asked my name and I almost forgot
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love
meetings
infatuation
|
David Levithan |
1cc2210
|
Did I do and say these things? Yes, I did. Are there any mitigating circumstances? Not really, unless any circumstances {in other words, context) can be regarded as mitigating. And before you judge, although you have probably already done so, go away and write down the four worst things you have done to a partner, even if - especially if - your partner doesn't know about them. Don't dress things up, or try to explain them; just write them down, in a list, in the plainest language possible. Finished? Ok, so who's the arsehole now?
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|
love
mistakes
|
Nick Hornby |
9b73776
|
"Nico's voice was like broken glass. "I- I wasn't in love with Annabeth." "You were jealous of her," Jason said. "That's why you didn't want to be around her. Especially why you don't want to be around... him. It makes total sense." --
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love
revelation
eros
heroes-of-olympus
percy-jackson
house-of-hades
jason-grace
nico-di-angelo
rick-riordan
|
Rick Riordan |
e6c1f42
|
I knew in that moment, I would never love anyone in my life the way I loved Evan Mathews.
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|
love
reason-to-breathe
emma-thomas
evan-mathews
rebecca-donovan
sweet
|
Rebecca Donovan |
fb4eabf
|
"WE two boys together clinging, One the other never leaving, Up and down the roads going, North and South excursions making, Power enjoying, elbows stretching, fingers clutching, Arm'd and fearless, eating, drinking, sleeping, loving. No law less than ourselves owning, sailing, soldiering, thieving, threatening, Misers, menials, priests alarming, air breathing, water drinking, on the turf or the sea-beach dancing, Cities wrenching, ease scorning, statutes mocking, feebleness
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|
friendship
life
love
togetherness
companionship
|
Walt Whitman |
57ef2a1
|
Dearest Cecilia, You'd be forgiven for thinking me mad, the way I acted this afternoon. The truth is I feel rather light headed and foolish in your presence, Cee, and I don't think I can blame the heat.
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|
madness
lovers
love
|
Ian McEwan |
16c0f83
|
"Do you know what a balance wheel is?" She shook her head slightly. "There's one in every clock or watch. It rotates back and forth without stopping. It's what makes the ticking sound...what makes the hands move forward to mark the minutes. Without it, the watch wouldn't work. You're my balance wheel, Poppy." -Harry Rutledge"
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|
love
soulmates
|
Lisa Kleypas |
bfb4772
|
"I can wait," he said thickly, kissing her collarbone. "We have all the time in the world."
|
|
love
sam-cortland
celaena-sardothien
|
Sarah J. Maas |
6b2ef7e
|
There are those who seek the love of a woman to forget her, to not think about her.
|
|
woman
love
|
Jorge Luis Borges |
234462c
|
For it falls out That what we have we prize not to the worth Whiles we enjoy it, but being lacked and lost, Why, then we rack the value, then we find The virtue that possession would not show us While it was ours.
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love
value
regret
|
William Shakespeare |
008888b
|
I confessed to Tobias, soon after that, that I had lost my entire family. And he assured me that he was my family now. -Tris Prior
|
|
grief
loss
love
|
Veronica Roth |
ff6aedf
|
"When Christopher finished, there was a moment of silence. Leo looked at Cam expectantly. "Well?" "Well what?" "Now is the time when you dredge up one of your blasted Romany sayings. Something about roosters laying eggs, or pigs dancing in the orchard. It's what you always do. Let's have it." Cam gave him a sardonic glance. "I can't think of one right now." "By God, I've had to listen to hundreds of them. And Phelan doesn't have to hear even one?"
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|
love
lisa
kleypas
leo
|
Lisa Kleypas |
562c5df
|
I know how much you grieve over those who are under your care: those you try to help and fail, those you cannot help. Have faith in God and remember that He will is His own way and in His own time complete what we so poorly attempt. Often we do not achieve for others the good that we intend but achieve something, something that goes on from our effort. Good is an overflow. Where we generously and sincerely intend it, we are engaged in a work of creation which may be mysterious even to ourselves - and because it is mysterious we may be afraid of it. But this should not make us draw back. God can always show us, if we will, a higher and a better way; and we can only learn to love by loving. Remember that all our failures are ultimately failures in love. Imperfect love must not be condemned and rejected but made perfect. The way is always forward, never back.
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|
grief
god
love
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Iris Murdoch |
a104a2c
|
After their encounter on the approach to Jupiter, there would aways be a secret bond between them---not of love, but of tenderness, which is often more enduring.
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relationships
romance
love
|
Arthur C. Clarke |
67d5002
|
There is always the risk: something is good and good and good and good, and then all at once it gets awkward. All at once, she sees you looking at her, and then she doesn't want to joke around with you anymore, because she doesn't want to seem flirty, because she doesn't want you to think she likes you. It's such a disaster, whenever, in the course of human relationships, someone begins to chisel away at the wall of separation between friendship and kissing. Breaking down that wall is the kind of story that might have a happy middle-- oh, look, we broke down this wall, I'm going to look at you like a girl and you're going to look at me like a boy and we're going to play a fun game called Can I Put My Hand There What About There What About There. And sometimes that happy middle looks so great that you can convince yourself that it's not the middle but will last forever.
|
|
friendship
love
unrequited
risk-taking
forever
|
John Green |
9f24755
|
When you have been with your partner for so many years, they become the glove compartment map that you've worn dog-eared and white-creased, the trail you recogonize so well you could draw it by heart and for this very reason keep it with you on journeys at all times. And yet, when you least expect it, one day you open your eyes and there is an unfamiliar turnoff, a vantage point taht wasn't there before, and you have to stop and wonder if maybe this landmark isn't new at all, but rather something you have missed all along.
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|
marriage
love
partner
years
|
Jodi Picoult |
ebdc978
|
Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is a consuming fire.
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|
worship
inspiration
religion
god
hope
life
love
truth
verse
reverence
thankful
kingdom
|
Anonymous |
15f12ab
|
You were born together, and together you shall be for evermore...But let there be spaces in your togetherness...Love one another, but make not a bond of love. Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not of the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
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|
independence
love
inspirational
self-reliance
|
Kahlil Gibran |
9bccc98
|
He tried to tell me week after week to accept things as they were and move on with my life. But if there was one man who had put his life on hold to wait for something or someone, it was him.
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|
love
missing
waiting
|
Cecelia Ahern |
ef5fe73
|
Love is a delicate plant that needs constant tending and nurturing, and this cannot be done by snorting at the adored object like a gas explosion and calling her friends lice.
|
|
love
|
P.G. Wodehouse |
a83fec3
|
That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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|
winter
death
love
priceless
fall
|
William Shakespeare |
be51dcc
|
"His eyes search the crowd until they find my face. My heartbeat lives in my throat; lives in my cheeks. "I still don't understand," he says softly, "how she knew that it would work."
|
|
love
tobias-eaton
simulation
tris-prior
|
Veronica Roth |
03f3e4f
|
The right mixture of caring and not caring - I suppose that's what love is.
|
|
love
|
James Hilton |
872361e
|
I've always thought the best relationships are those that are as happy and content in silence as they are in action [...]
|
|
life
love
inspirational
|
Stephanie Perkins |
62b98b9
|
It's better to have a few faithful friends than numerous shallow friendships.
|
|
relationships
friendship
life
love
inspirational
|
Jonathan Anthony Burkett |
d0f2312
|
He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.
|
|
life
love
ian-mcewan
love-conquers-all
sad
|
Ian McEwan |
1fb3c02
|
"A Second Childhood." When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too old To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery door Or a tall tree and a swing. Wherein God's ponderous mercy hangs On all my sins and me, Because He does not take away The terror from the tree And stones still shine along the road That are and cannot be. Men grow too old for love, my love, Men grow too old for wine, But I shall not grow too old to see Unearthly daylight shine, Changing my chamber's dust to snow Till I doubt if it be mine. Behold, the crowning mercies melt, The first surprises stay; And in my dross is dropped a gift For which I dare not pray: That a man grow used to grief and joy But not to night and day. Men grow too old for love, my love, Men grow too old for lies; But I shall not grow too old to see Enormous night arise, A cloud that is larger than the world And a monster made of eyes. Nor am I worthy to unloose The latchet of my shoe; Or shake the dust from off my feet Or the staff that bears me through On ground that is too good to last, Too solid to be true. Men grow too old to woo, my love, Men grow too old to wed; But I shall not grow too old to see Hung crazily overhead Incredible rafters when I wake And I find that I am not dead. A thrill of thunder in my hair: Though blackening clouds be plain, Still I am stung and startled By the first drop of the rain: Romance and pride and passion pass And these are what remain. Strange crawling carpets of the grass, Wide windows of the sky; So in this perilous grace of God With all my sins go I: And things grow new though I grow old, Though I grow old and die."
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joy
wonder
death
life
love
old
|
G.K. Chesterton |
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When it was done and I went to sleep, I lay awake and listened to the clock on your nightstand and the wind outside and understood that I was really home, that in bed with you was home, and something that had been getting close in the dark was suddenly gone. It could not stay. It had been banished. It knew how to come back, I was sure of that, but it could not stay and I could really go to sleep. My heart cracked with gratitude. I think it was the first gratitude I've ever really known. I lay there beside you and the tears rolled down the sides of my face and onto the pillow. I loved you then and I love you now and I have loved you every second in between. I don't care if you understand me. Understanding is vastly overrated, but nobody ever gets enough safety. I've never forgotten how safe I felt with that thing gone out of the darkness.
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