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And that love that wrinkles your nose touches my foolish heart. ↗

— Fred Astaire

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I held her, he wanted to say, and if I knew for certain that all it would take to hold her again would be to die, then I couldn't raise the gun to my head fast enough. ↗

— Dennis Lehane

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Some grief shows much of love, But much of grief shows still some want of wit. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#mourning #love

Because he never said it first---he would only ever say 'I love you, too.' And I would hate to think that he was talking about the band U2 the whole time, you know? ↗

— Alicia Thompson

#psych-major-syndrome #love

Difficult but worth it-- that's how my mother had once describe life with Omi. ↗

— Kamila Shamsie

#true-love #truth-in-relationships #life

He loves deep... hates hard, ever'thing's that killed what he loves. All great warriors are sich men. ↗

— Forrest Carter

#josey-wales #love #noremorse #revenge #western

Miles was still mourning the loss of his Romantic Plan. 'There was going to be champagne, and oysters, and you' -- he held out both hands as though shifting a piece of furniture -- 'were going to be sitting there, and I was going to get down on one knee, and...and... ↗

— Lauren Willig

#miles-is-awesome #relationships #romance #love

Do you hate me because I have magic?" "Of course not." "Do you love me despite my magic?" He thought a minute. "No. I love everything about you, and your magic is part of you. That was how I got past the Confessor's magic. If I had loved you despite your power, I wouldn't have been accepting you for who you are. Your magic would have destroyed me. ↗

— Terry Goodkind

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The Master made it his task to destroy systematically every doctrine, every belief, every concept of the divine, for these things, which were originally intended as pointers, were now being taken as descriptions. He loved to quote the Eastern saying "When the sage points to the moon, all that the idiot sees is the finger. ↗

— Anthony de Mello

#doctrine #unknowing #love

A diary is the last place to go if you wish to seek the truth about a person. Nobody dares to make the final confession to themselves on paper: or at least, not about love. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

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