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solitude is not absence of love, but its complement ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#love

Let her remain where she is. A constellation away. ↗

— Eric Gamalinda

#love

I wanted love to conquere all. But love can't conquere anything. It can't do anyhting on its own. It relies on us to do the conquering on its behalf. ↗

— David Levithan

#david-levithan #every-day #love #quote #love

In wishing to know ourselves fully, we must forget our quest for gain and seek only completion. At a certain point in our development, we no longer even seek to become Mystic, Magister, Sorcerer, or Witch: we seek only our own perfection in the wholeness of our Will, in the joining of light with dark and strength with love. We are varied and gorgeous yet pure of heart. Our aim is this: to know ourselves and to know the world. ↗

— T. Thorn Coyle

#self-knowledge #spiritual-growth #love

...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #mask #pain #love

Nothing makes us love something more than the loss of it. ↗

— Rick Yancey

#monster #monsters #monstrumologist #rick-yancy #science-fiction

What a fool you must be," said my head to my heart, or my sterner to my softer self. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#anne-bronte #bronte-sisters #unrequitet-love #love

Heal my heart and make it clean, open up my eyes to the things unseen, show me how to love like you have loved me. ↗

— Kiera Cass

#twitter #young-adult #love

وهل كانت الاديان السماوية كلها فى جوهرها الا دعوة للحب والرحمة والعطف والعدل والسلام؟ وهل كان الانبياء والمصلحون جميعا الا محبين للبشر والانسانية وقادرين على العطاء لهم والتضحية واحتمال الاذى من اجلهم؟ وكل ذلك فى النهاية من احوال الحب الصادق.. وان اختلفت المجالات.. وتنوعت اساليب التعبير.. وتعددت الاقنعة! ↗

— عبد الوهاب مطاوع

#love #mercy #religious #love

Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225) ↗

— André Aciman

#coming-out #love-and-loss #unrequited-love #love