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Non siamo responsabili dei nostri sentimenti né del flusso che li causa o li alimenta e tutto sommato neanche delle nostre azioni, anche se poi dobbiamo risponderne (e farlo anche se nessuno ce lo chiede), com’è giusto che sia. ↗

— Diego De Silva

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I thought you'd be halfway to Tokyo by now,” she said, stalling. “Not without you.” Oh, man, she was so screwed. He was bad enough when he was giving her shit. Right now he was looking at her as if she was the most precious thing on earth, and she knew what she looked and smelled like. The world had turned upside down. “I don't suppose you love me,” she said. “Even a little bit?” “Don't be an idiot, Ji-chan. Why else would I be here? Now, do you want to stay here or do you want to prove you're really crazy and come with me?” “Will you grow your hair again?” “If you want me to.” “Then tell me.” “You're not going to make this easy, are you? Su-chan warned me about you.” “She warned me, too. Tell me.” He let out a long-suffering sigh. “Aishiteru,” he muttered. “In English.” “I love you. ↗

— Anne Stuart

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It is by the Holy Spirit that we love those who are united to us in Christ. The more plentifully we have received of the Spirit of Christ, the more perfectly we are able to love them: and the more we love them the more we receive the Spirit. It is clear, however, that since we love them by the Spirit Who is given to us by Jesus, it is Jesus Himself Who loves them in us. ↗

— Thomas Merton

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It is by desiring to grow in love that we receive the Holy Spirit, and the thirst for more charity is the effect of this more abundant reception. ↗

— Thomas Merton

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And that is a crime I would gladly commit every day for the rest of my days," he said "Punish me how you will. I love her. ↗

— Jillian Peery

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Up the still, glistening beaches, Up the creeks we will hie, Over banks of bright seaweed The ebb-tide leaves dry. We will gaze, from the sand-hills, At the white, sleeping town; At the church on the hill-side— And then come back down. Singing: "There dwells a loved one, But cruel is she! She left lonely for ever The kings of the sea. (from poem 'The Forsaken Merman') ↗

— Matthew Arnold

#mermaids #poem #poetry #victorian-era #love

Emma, la maestra de la mentira. La reina del "Mi hermano es normal", "Mi hermano es tímido". Mi hermano es muy enfermizo, tiene alergias, mononucleosis, intoxicación alimentaria, la gripe. Y la mentira más grande y más turbia de tods: "Mi hermano". ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#brotherly-love #español #lies #mentiras #spanish

Girls have white wings. The wings with which to protect their loved ones. I'm going to embrace you with those wings. ↗

— Kaori Yuki

#sara-mudo #love

I cannot tell whether diamonds appeared in his eyes or mine as the shine of adoration became the icon one sees in history, a Byzantine sparkle, Medieval armor against all odds. ↗

— Alice Shapiro

#history #love #medieval #saltian #love

Why can she not influence him more, when she is privileged to draw so near to him?” I asked myself. “Surely she cannot truly like him, or not like him with true affection! If she did, she need not coin her smiles so lavishly, flash her glances so unremittingly, manufacture airs so elaborate, graces so multitudinous. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

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