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In suffocating the voice of conscience, passion carries with itself a restlessness of the body and the senses: it is the restlessness of the "external man." When the internal man has been reduced to silence, then passion, once it has been given freedom of action, so to speak, exhibits itself as an insistent tendency to satisfy the senses and the body. ↗

— John Paul II

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They wordlessly excused each other for not loving each other as much as they had planned to. There were empty rooms in the house where they had meant to put their love, and they worked together to fill these rooms with midcentury modern furniture. ("Birthmark"). ↗

— Miranda July

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The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them ↗

— Thomas Merton

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Writing is like making love. Don't worry about the orgasm, just concentrate on the process. ↗

— Isabel Allende

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My father couldn't warm my frozen hands. ↗

— Tahereh Mafi

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Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing. ↗

— Mother Teresa

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To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her. ↗

— Jamie McGuire

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Do you think I'm pretty? I think you're beautiful Beautiful? You are so beautiful, it hurts sometimes. ↗

— Richelle Mead

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It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful. ↗

— Stephenie Meyer

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Poets often describe love as an emotion that we can't control, one that overwhelms logic and common sense. That's what it was like for me. I didn't plan on falling in love with you, and I doubt if oyu planned on fallin gin love with me. But once we met, it was clear that neither of us could control what was happening to us. We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has happened only once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

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