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I’ll drink out of your bra, because I’m thirsty for your love.
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— Jarod Kintz

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A love like mine is rare. So is the steak I just sent back to the kitchen. But you’d damn well better not send my love back.
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— Jarod Kintz

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Love, really? We're vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak. ↗

— Ashley Madau

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You still love me? After all I have done?” she asked, her voice breaking. “It doesn’t matter. Nothing that has happened matters. I am here now, and I love you. ↗

— Elena Greene

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A concrete love is a mass of emotion formed into a compound mixture of affection, care, desire and expectation. ↗

— Munia Khan

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..he was 'nuts about her', as the parlance of the day had it, as if it were generally recognised that love and madness are adjoining rooms with extremely porous walls. ↗

— Jan Kjærstad

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I thought ... that I was carried in the will of Him I love, but now I see that I walk with it. I thought that the good things He sent drew me into them as the waves lift the islands; but now I see that it is I who plunge into them with my own legs and arms, as when we go swimming. I feel as if I were living in that roofless world of [Earth] where men walk undefended beneath naked heaven. It is a delight with terror in it! One's own self to be walking from one good to another, walking beside Him as Himself may walk, not even holding hands. How has He made me so separate from Himself? How did it enter His mind to conceive such a thing? The world is so much larger than I thought. I thought we went along paths--but it seems there are no paths. The going itself is the path. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

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Daddy, are you going to yell at us some more today?' Neary gazed down into her clear, guileless eyes. That was how he looked to her---a yelling machine. And she was prepared to accept more yelling because she loved him. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

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Liebe, die etwas anderes sucht als die Offenbarung ihres eigenen Mysteriums, ist nicht Liebe, sondern ein ausgeworfenes Netz: und nur das Nutzlose wird gefangen. ↗

— Kahlil Gibran

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We walk together in the streetlight And some dear kid Has outlined all the shadows with chalk So in the morning We know where the darkness was ↗

— Gabriel Judet-Weinshel

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