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ardent, adj. It was after sex, when there was still heat and mostly breathing, when there was still touch and mostly thought... it was as if the whole world could be reduced to the sound of a single string being played, and the only thing this sound could make me think of was you. Sometimes desire is in the air; sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight. ↗

— David Levithan

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Some things are more important than safety. ↗

— Melissa Marr

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She blushed and so did he. She greeted him in a faltering voice, and he spoke to her without knowing what he was saying. ↗

— Voltaire

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Because once you love, it is gone. You love and you cannot call it back. ↗

— Ally Condie

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You shall love your neighbour With your crooked heart, It says so much about love and brokenness -- it's perfect. ↗

— John Green

#heart #jesus #love #neighbor #perfect

Sometimes a woman's love of being loved gets the better of her conscience, and though she is agonized at the thought of treating a man cruelly, she encourages him to love her while she doesn't love him at all. Then, when she sees him suffering, her remorse sets in, and she does what she can to repair the wrong. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

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Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe. ↗

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#love #lovers-quarrels #passion #precariousness #volatility

And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love. ↗

— Graham Greene

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And, at such a time, for a few of us there will always be a tugging at the heart—knowing a precious moment had gone and we not there. We can ask and ask but we can’t have again what once seemed ours for ever—the way things looked, that church alone in the fields, a bed on belfry floor, a remembered voice, a loved face. They’ve gone and you can only wait for the pain to pass. ↗

— J.L. Carr

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I left the library. Crossing the street, I was hit head-on by a brutal loneliness. I felt dark and hollow. Abandoned, unnoticed, forgotten, I stood on the sidewalk, a nothing, a gatherer of dust. People hurried past me. and everyone who walked by was happier than I. I felt the old envy. I would have given anything to be one of them. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

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