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Lo que mucha gente llama amar consiste en elegir una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiera elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al vesre. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto. ↗

— Julio Cortázar

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she's the only thing that's made my life worth living and if that's all I get, a few months with her- a few days, it's more than I've ever hoped for (Luke) ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

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What Rose brings to the Doctor’s life is completion. It’s completing a circle – he’s male, he’s alien, he’s a traveler. Between the two of them together they complement each other and discover each other. And are in love with each other – absolutely, unashamedly, unreservedly. ↗

— Russell T. Davies

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When you live your life by poor standards, you inflict damage on everyone who crosses your path, especially those you love. ↗

— Jordan Belfort

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If there were a master of stupidity in this world, I would really love to listen to his success story. ↗

— Toba Beta

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I wonder if that’s just how it feels to miss someone so bad – like being stabbed in the gut a little bit, each time you think of them. ↗

— Kate Ellison

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I've lost a lot in my long life. Yes, I've seen pain and I've seen strife. But I'll never give up; I'll never let go. Because I'll always have my ray of hope. ↗

— Colleen Hoover

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I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story. ↗

— Leigh Bardugo

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When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then. So I try not to miss anything. I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moon or the slipper of its coming back. Or, a kiss. Well, yes, especially a kiss. ↗

— Mary Oliver

#nature #poetry #life

The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another note. But we, when we put the thorns in our breasts, we know. We understand. And still we do it. Still we do it. ↗

— Colleen McCullough

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