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لا تسأليني كم مرة أحببتُ قبلك واسأليني كم مرة سأحبُ بعدك فبمثلكِ تبدأ حكايات الحب ↗

— ياسر حارب

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I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer. In fact, I know I am. Perhaps tomorrow I will become entirely miserable at the thought that he doesn't love me back - may, even, care for Remy- but at this precise moment I am succumbing to euphoria. My head and stomach feel quite odd. ↗

— Mary Ann Shaffer

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You know how it is when two souls meet in a burst of ecstatic volubility, with hearts tickling to hear and to tell, to know everything, to reveal everything, the shared reverence for the other's otherness, a feeling of solitude radiantly snapped by full *contact* - all that? ↗

— Martin Amis

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You set my soul alight" ~Supermassive Black Hole ↗

— Matthew J. Bellamy

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Her face was a stranger’s face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to. ↗

— Peter S. Beagle

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He then kissed her. It was a very long time before he let her go. When he did, she looked up at him, hurt and bewilderment on her face. “Why did you stop?” asked Tessa. “I thought you might want to breathe,” said Guy carefully. “Breathe?” said Tessa, shocked. “I don’t need to breathe when I’m with you. ↗

— Eva Ibbotson

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Don't go looking for boys in the dark They will say pretty things then leave you with scars. Do go looking for boys in the park For that is where the true gentlemen are. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#gentlemen #humor #love #wisdom #humor

I once loved a girl who almost loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack. ↗

— Chuck Klosterman

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The love of liberty is the love of others; the love of power is the love of ourselves. (1778 - 1830) ↗

— William Hazlitt

#love #others #ourselves #power #love

I don't particularly believe all love is doomed. But I guess, one is usually kinda suffering from some aborted love affair or association, rather than being at the peak of one. I think it's fairly obvious that a lot more suffering goes on in the name of love than the little happiness you can squeeze out of it. ↗

— Nick Cave

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