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If one unlabeled bottle holds nonfat milk, what does the second unlabeled bottle contain? If you answered “Whole milk” then you’re obviously not ready to receive a jug of my love. So I’ll just pour it in someone else’s coffee.
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— Jarod Kintz

#label #labels #love #milk #nonsense

Not enough," he said, letting her hair slip through his fingers. "If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won't be enough. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jace #kissing #love #life

And I still love you in my own fucked-up way. I miss you, I really do. Can we still be friends? ↗

— Matthew Quick

#quick #the-silver-linings-playbook #love

When someone beats a rug, the blows are not against the rug, but against the dust in it. ↗

— Rumi

#love #love-is-like-a-lawsuit #rumi #love

What I need to survive is not Gale’s fire kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again and only Peeta can give me that. So after when he whispers, “You love me. Real or not real?” I tell him, “Real ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#suzanne-collins #life

Be patient, Ophelia. Love, Hamlet ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#love

I truly loved you, but now I'm walking away ↗

— Jonny Lang

#heartbroken #song-lyrics #love

So, it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? Thirty years from now, forty years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him- go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again, if I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

#the-notebook #life

I love you." lightning. Once it has forked, hot-white, from sky to earth, there is no going back. It's time. I feel it, I know it. My eyes on him, his on me, and both of us breathing, watching, tired of of waiting. Ky close his eyes, but mine are still open. what will it feel like, his lips on mine? Like a secret told, a promise kept? Like that line in the poem-a shower of all my days- silvery rain falling all around me, where the lighting meets the earth? The whistle blows below us and the moment breaks. We are safe. For now. ↗

— Ally Condie

#love #love

Sleep is not on good terms with broken hearts. It will have nothing to do with them. ↗

— Christopher Pike

#love #sleep #love