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He shook her gently. "Listen to me, listen, there's nothing anybody could do to you that would make me not want you - no hurt, no scar, nothing. These past days I've been afraid they broke you, ruined all the fire. I'd mourn, Annie - I don't want you different - but I'd still want you. I love you. ↗

— Ellen O'Connell

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Perjalanan cinta sejati memang tidak pernah mulus, tetapi jalan itu pun tidak pernah buntu. ↗

— Irin Sintriana

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I've been left for someone...all those things...It was sometimes a surprise, and sometimes you saw t coming. The most painful was when I kept trying to get someone back. But we all make dumb mistakes. ↗

— George Clooney

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Your greatest path of influence is love. ↗

— Mollie Marti

#kindness #love #presence #truth #love

A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs. ↗

— James Joyce

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I love to move like a mouse inside this puzzle for the body, balancing the wish to be lost with the need to be found. ↗

— Billy Collins

#poetry #love

Love is like trying to wrestle an albino. It’s tough because they’re slippery and all lubed up with sunscreen.
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— Jarod Kintz

#albino #love #lube #slip #slippery

...and her dreams that didn't happen, that couldn't have happened because she'd pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back. ↗

— Janette Rallison

#hopelessness #unrequited-love #dreams

She seemed dressed in all of me, stretched across my shame. All the torment and the pain leaked through and covered me. I'd do anything to have her to myself. Just to have her for myself Now I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sane. She is everything to me. The unrequited dream A song that no one sings. The unattainable, Shes a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do when she makes me sad. ↗

— Slipknot

#pain #shame #torment #dreams

And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box. ↗

— Hans Christian Andersen

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