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Nobody loved her and she wouldn’t have liked it if they had, she considered love a serious disability. ↗

— Toni Morrison

#love #toni-morrison #love

Sloane,” he said. “You know those stories that little kids read. The ones where the princess always falls in love with the handsome prince despite the bad guy’s effort to thwart it?” “Yeah,” I said wondering where he was going with this. “I’m not the handsome prince. I’m the bad guy.” Siva and Sloane ↗

— Micalea Smeltzer

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I loved our mutual corny sense of humor. Underneath all his macho bravado, he was a dork. Just like me. ↗

— Kate Rockland

#dorky-humor #love

The undivided heart is a good thing, as long as you love somebody. In fact, a divided heart that loves someone is better than an undivided heart that loves nobody -- the latter would actually be undivided egoism. It would mean having one's heart full, but with the most corrupting thing there is: oneself. Of this type of virgin and celibate, unfortunately none too rare, Charles Peguy has rightly said: "Because they do not belong to someone else, they think they belong to God. Because they love no one else, they think that they love God. ↗

— Raniero Cantalamessa

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Still is the night, it quiets the streets down, In that window my love would appear; She's long since gone away from this town, But this house where she lived still remains here. A man stands here too, staring up into space, And wrings his hands with the strength of his pain: It chills me, when I behold his pale face For the moon shows me my own features again! You spirit double, you specter with my face Why do you mock my love-pain so That tortured me here, here in this place So many nights, so long ago? ↗

— Heinrich Heine

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I don't understand the whole thrilling verse, but I love the way poetry turns ordinary words into winged things that rise up and soar! ↗

— Margarita Engle

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Natasha, in her lilac silk dress trimmed with black lace walked, as women can walk, with the more repose and stateliness the greater the pain and shame in her soul. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#remorse #women #love

The Mularkeys all saw love as a durable, reliable thing, easy to recognize... Love could be more fragile than a sparrow's bone. ↗

— Kristin Hannah

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Now I see why you have no trouble getting laid," she said softly. Tru swallowed. "You didn't before?" "No. You're kind of an asshole." "No more than anyone else," he said with a shrug. "Less than some." She frowned up at him. "But you should be better." "Why the hell would you think that?" "Because you're Tru. ↗

— Ellen Conner

#love #tru #trust #love

I had received a t-shirt from my best friend Veronica at my police academy graduation. It reads, ‘Throw your donut in the opposite direction and the cops won’t get you.’ I love wearing that t-shirt. ↗

— Suzie Ivy

#humor #memoir #love