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My daddy said, that the first time you fall in love, it changes you forever and no matter how hard you try, that feeling just never goes away.
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nicholas
nicholas-sparks
sparks
the-notebook
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Nicholas Sparks |
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The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...
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emotions
healing
heartbreak
love
nicholas
nicholas-sparks
sparks
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Nicholas Sparks |
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I held her close to me with my eyes closed, wonering if anything in my life had ever been this perfect and knowing at the same time that it hadn't. I was in love, and the feeling was even more wonderful than I ever imagined it could be.
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sparks
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Nicholas Sparks |
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How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?
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love
nicholas
nicholas-sparks
sparks
the-choice
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Nicholas Sparks |
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I've been burdened by questions I've asked myself a thousand times since the last time we were together. Why did I do it? And would I do it again? It was I, you see, who ended it.
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john
nicholas
sparks
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Nicholas Sparks |
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It's funny, but have you ever noticed that the more special something is, the more people seem to take it for granted? It's like they think it won't ever change. Just like this house here. All it ever needed was a little attention, and it would never have ended up like this in the first place.
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nicholas
nicholas-sparks
sparks
the-wedding
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Nicholas Sparks |
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Every time I read to her, it was like I was courting her, because sometimes, just sometimes, she would fall in love with me again, just like she had a long time ago. And that's the most wonderful feeling in the world. How many people are ever given that chance? To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over?
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chance
love
nicholas
nicholas-sparks
sparks
the-wedding
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Nicholas Sparks |
987e0de
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A person with autism lives in his own world, while a person with Asperger's lives in our world, in a way of his own choosing
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autism
fiction
nicholas
sparks
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Nicholas Sparks |
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Some people are attracted to sickness, to the kind of madness where sparks fly off the head, to the incoherence of despair, masked by nervous energy, which winds up looking like bewildered joy.
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bewildered
despair
energy
incoherence
joy
madness
nervous
sickness
sparks
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Luke Davies |
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As we walk back, it feels like the city is engulfing us. Adrenalin still pours through our veins. Sparks flow through to our fingers. We've still been running in the mornings, but the city's different then. It's filled with hope and with bristles of winter sunshine. In the evening, it's like it dies, waiting to be born again the next morning.
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city
dies
evening
fingers
hope
morning
running
sparks
sunshine
walk
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