#love

Non, ce n'était pas moi qui comptais, ni le monde, mais seulement l'accord et le silence qui de lui à moi faisait naître l'amour. ↗

— Albert Camus

#nature #love

Lord Jesus, don't let me lie when I say that I love you...and protect me, for today I could betray you. ↗

— Augustine of Hippo

#jesus #love #love

Your world is severely broken. You demanded your independence, and now you are angry with the One who loved you enough to give it to you. ↗

— Wm. Paul Young

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I wonder if she’s infatuated enough to let me lock her in a box with me on a cool fall day and make love like America depends on us. ↗

— Darnell Lamont Walker

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Yet how bored they both looked, and how wearily Ethel regarded Jim sometimes, as if she wondered why she had trained the vines of her affection on such a wind-shaken poplar. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

#love #relationships #love

The Empire does not require that its servants love each other, merely that they perform their duty. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

#servants #love

If a woman could win love with her body, the world would have no bastards. ↗

— Meredith Duran

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To sing is to express, to love is to hurt ↗

— OhMJ

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She is like the morning," he said. "With that golden hair, those blue eyes, and that fresh bloom on her cheek, she is like the summer morning. The birds here will mistake her for it. We will not call such a lovely young creature as that, who is a joy to all mankind, an orphan. She is the child of the universe. ↗

— Charles Dickens

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There’s rosemary, that’s for remembrance; pray, love, remember; and there is pansies, that’s for thoughts... There’s fennel for you, and columbines; there’s rue for you, and here’s some for me; we may call it herb of grace o’ Sundays. O, you must wear your rue with a difference. There’s a daisy. I would give you some violets, but they wither’d all when my father died. They say he made a good end,— [Sings.] “For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#ophelia #love