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Take me with you. I want a doomed love. I want streets at night, wind and rain, no one wondering where I am. ↗

— Michael Cunningham

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Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris, Ni mal no·m sent e si l’ai gran, Quar de s’amor no suy devis, Ni no sai si ja n’aurai ni quan, Qu’en lieys es tota le mercés Que·m pot sorzer o decazer.” “Not dying nor living nor healing, there is no pain in my sickness, for I am not kept from her love. I don’t know if I will ever have it, for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power. ↗

— Deborah Harkness

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The priest's lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal's doom. My grandmother's lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man. ↗

— N.K. Jemisin

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I will never abandon you. I love you too much. ↗

— S.J. Watson

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Genius or jock, it didn't seem to matter. Boys were born with a gene that kept girls, no matter how smart they might be, from understanding them. ↗

— Charity Tahmaseb

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أذكُرُ اسمكِ بين الرجال لا ليعرفوا بأنكِ حبيبتي بل ليعرفوا بأني حبيبك ↗

— ياسر حارب

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he wanted to do, to be, to feel- and could not; he wanted sense, he wanted purpose- in Freud's words, 'Work and Love'. ↗

— Oliver Sacks

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Having a relationship and not even a sexual one is so straight, it's practically perverted. ↗

— Sarra Manning

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She's really amazing," Darius said as he gazed lovingly after her. "If by amazing you mean a total pain in the butt, then I'll agree with you. ↗

— P.C. Cast

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TEA I like pouring your tea, lifting the heavy pot, and tipping it up, so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup. Or when you’re away, or at work, I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip, as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips. I like the questions – sugar? – milk? – and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet, for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget. Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon, I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day, as the women harvest the slopes for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi, and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea. ↗

— Carol Ann Duffy

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