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I don’t think sin is as black and white as people want it to be. I think sin comes in an array of colors and one of them is so bright that it blinds us to our ability to love. And if I don’t think I can love you just because you’re gay, then Satan wins; because without Love, the only color left is Hate. ↗

— Wade Kelly

#love #rob-mcavoy #sin #love

Love among the ruins... I'll tell you something, my friend: Weird love's better than no love at all. ↗

— Stephen King

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There were pecans, there were cashews and then there was just plain nuts. ↗

— Mary Hughes

#crazy #humor #humorous-quote #nuts #love

I want you to be with someone who really, really loves you. A wild love! A crazy love! I want yours to be the greatest love story of all time! ↗

— Lucy Robinson

#the-geatest-love-of-all-time #wild #love

I feel the deepest, heartfelt pity for any adult who has never been in love. ↗

— Wayne Gerard Trotman

#love #lovelessness #people #pity #quotable

How can anyone love someone who is less than a full person, unless love itself is domination per se? ↗

— Andrea Dworkin

#domination #love #patriarchy #love

The Last Leaf I saw him once before, As he passed by the door, And again The pavement stones resound, As he totters o'er the ground With his cane. They say that in his prime, Ere the pruning-knife of Time Cut him down, Not a better man was found By the Crier on his round Through the town. But now he walks the streets, And looks at all he meets Sad and wan, And he shakes his feeble head, That it seems as if he said, "They are gone." The mossy marbles rest On the lips that he has prest In their bloom, And the names he loved to hear Have been carved for many a year On the tomb. My grandmamma has said Poor old lady, she is dead Long ago That he had a Roman nose, And his cheek was like a rose In the snow; But now his nose is thin, And it rests upon his chin Like a staff, And a crook is in his back, And a melancholy crack In his laugh. I know it is a sin For me to sit and grin At him here; But the old three-cornered hat, And the breeches, and all that, Are so queer! And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling. ↗

— Oliver Wendell Holmes Jr.

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Is our blood not the same color? Do we not bleed the same or share each other's burdens? ... What makes you and I so different, Ayden? ↗

— Nadège Richards

#diversity #hatred #love #race #love

Le enseñó lo único que tenía que aprender para el amor: que a la vida no la enseña nadie. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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I am afraid that woman appreciate cruelty, downright cruelty, more than anything else. They have wonderfully primitive instincts. We have emancipated them, but they remain slaves looking for their masters, all the same. They love being dominated. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

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