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Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#life #love #relationships #death

My sister will die over and over again for the rest of my life. Grief is forever. It doesn't go away; it becomes a part of you, step for step, breath for breath. I will never stop grieving Bailey because I will never stop loving her. That's just how it is. Grief and love are conjoined, you don't get one without the other. All I can do is love her, and love the world, emulate her by living with daring and spirit and joy. ↗

— Jandy Nelson

#grief #grieving #loss #love #sadness

They had, finally, the only thing anyone really wants in life: someone to hold your hand when you die. ↗

— Lorrie Moore

#life #love #relationships #faith

It is said that passion may die and faithfulness endure, to which I reply: yes, and faithfulness may be accompanied by boredom and resentment, which may lead to deceit and infidelity, which may lead to vengeance. Passion’s sweep is predictable. ↗

— Benson Bruno

#faithfulness #love #passion #faith

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back. ↗

— Selena Gomez

#faith

I'm only a tool, beloved. Not your Savior ↗

— Francine Rivers

#god #lovers #faith

I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me. ↗

— John Keats

#love #poetry #faith

Avoid providing material for the drama that is always stretched tight between parents and children; it uses up much of the children’s strength and wastes the love of the elders, which acts and warms even if it doesn’t comprehend. Don’t ask for advice from them and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is strength and blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#children #love #parent #parents #unconditional-love

What was love, really? Flowers, chocolate, and poetry? Or was it something else? Was it being able to finish someone's jokes? Was it having absolute faith that someone was there at your back? Was it knowing someone so well that they instantly understood why you did the things you did—and shared those same beliefs? ↗

— Richelle Mead

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since feeling is first who pays any attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you; wholly to be a fool while Spring is in the world my blood approves, and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry --the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis ↗

— E.E. Cummings

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