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Cinta kalau bahasanya hati... itulah cinta hakiki. Kasih jika dasarnya Rabbi...itulah kasih sejati. Cinta ini pasti diuji kerana itu sudah tradisi janji...-Jendela Hati 1993 ↗

— Pahrol Mohd Juoi

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Ask Baby can you be truly part of someone you love." "He says only if you love yourself. ↗

— Theodore Sturgeon

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Miranda, there is nothing I would rather do that fuck you. She flinched at his bluntness and Ethan's frown darkened. Don't recoil from that word. It is exactly what I want. I don't want to make love to you like a gentleman. I want to pound into you. I want to tie you down and make you beg. I want to lick every inch of your body until you're so wet with need that I almost slide out of you on every damned stroke. ↗

— Jess Michaels

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Well... I love moving in extra dimensions. Not just backwards and forwards, but up and down and around. And fins. I love swimming with fins— human feet are practically useless underwater. I love all the unique things you see on each dive. Millions of little aquatic soap operas playing out between all the creatures. And the silence. Well, it’s not really silent down there, but the roar of bubbles blocks any other sound... ↗

— Kirsten Hubbard

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When you see the deceitful truth from your dearest, it will turn your stomach and destroy your heart. ↗

— Olivia H.Y. Ngai

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i love to mingle with wild nature, because i am a part of it ↗

— Rini Elvirawaty

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The life you never live is greater than the wealth you never know ↗

— Benny Bellamacina

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I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the only place in which I belonged. The only place I had ever wanted to be. We lay in silence for a while, holding each other, our skin merging, our breathing synchronized. I felt as if silence might allow the moment to last for ever, which would still not be enough. ↗

— S.J. Watson

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No lo creo todavía estás llegando a mi lado y la noche es un puñado de estrellas y de alegría palpo gusto escucho y veo tu rostro tu paso largo tus manos y sin embargo todavía no lo creo tu regreso tiene tanto que ver contigo y conmigo que por cábala lo digo y por las dudas lo canto nadie nunca te reemplaza y las cosas más triviales se vuelven fundamentales porque estás llegando a casa sin embargo todavía dudo de esta buena suerte porque el cielo de tenerte me parece fantasía pero venís y es seguro y venís con tu mirada y por eso tu llegada hace mágico el futuro y aunque no siempre he entendido mis culpa y mis fracasos en cambio sé que en tus brazos el mundo tiene sentido y si beso la osadía y el misterio de tus labios no habrá dudas ni resabios te querré más todavía. ↗

— Mario Benedetti Todavía

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My mind still clung to the image of my wife. A thought crossed my mind: I didn't even know if she were still alive. I knew only one thing-which I have learned well by now: Love goes very far beyond the physical person of the beloved. It finds its deepest meaning in his spiritual being, his inner self. Whether or not he is actually present, whether or not he is still alive at all, ceases somehow to be of importance. ↗

— Victor E. Frankl

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