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I love you. I've never met anyone that affects me the way you do. I feel like I could conguer the world, bench press a bus, and run a marathon when I'm with you. You make me feel alive and so happy I can't even think straight. ↗

— Marie Coulson

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It wasn't until we dropped him at his university dormitory and left him there looking touchingly lost and bewildered amid an assortment of cardboard boxes and suitcases in a spartan room not unlike a prison cell that it really hit home that he was vanishing out of our lives and into his own. ↗

— Bill Bryson

#growing-up #love #parenthood #love

Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow as seek to quench the fire of love with words. ↗

— William Shakespeare

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People look at me, they know I've appeared in costume dramas and they automatically assume I must be a Tory, I must be a certain type of person. ↗

— Dan Stevens

#assume #automatically #certain #costume #dramas

The prime purpose of being four is to enjoy being four, of secondary importance is to prepare for being five. ↗

— Jim Trelease

#enjoy #five #four #importance #prepare

My dear, my dearest dust; I come, I come. ↗

— Diane Zahler

#dust #love #love

Scese, evitando di guardarla a lungo, come si fa col sole; ma vedeva lei, come si vede il sole, anche senza guardare. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#love #love

Lord have mercy! Pardon and help us!" he repeated the words that suddenly and unexpectedly sprang to his lips. And he, an unbeliever, repeated those words not with his lips only. At that instant he knew that neither his doubts nor the impossibility of believing with his reason- of which he was conscious- all prevented his appealing to God. It all flew off like dust. To whom should he appeal, if not to Him in whose hands he felt himself, his soul, and his love, to be? ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

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I mark my years or parenting by the people who stepped in and forced me to abandon my inclination to meddle, micromanage, and coddle, beginning with my children's father, who sat me down and told me in year two that I was going to create a little monster if I continuted to act as though "no" and "I don't love you" were synonomous. ↗

— Anna Quindlen

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You don’t love me,” she said slowly. “You’ve looked at me the same way from the instant we met.” His grip tightened on her waist. He leaned into her on a hiss. “Don’t tell me I don’t love you. Don’t you dare tell me that, Margaret. I have loved you since the moment you read my brother’s book to me. I love that you are the one woman I can trust with my weakness, that you know all the dark parts of me and do not turn away. I love the fierceness with which you protect the ones you love, even when they don’t deserve it. I love every last inch of you, and I want you for my own.” His words were hot, fiercely possessive, and yet he leaned his forehead against hers gently. “Although God knows, I don’t deserve you. ↗

— Courtney Milan

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