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She turned quickly to face him, and with one part of his mind he thought, They call it falling in love, admiring as always the wisdom of the language. Not stumbling in love, not walking, striding, jumping, bouncing, crawling in love. You fall in love, straight forward like a chopped tree, straight down like a rock from a cliff: gravity, earth, concussion. ↗

— Max Byrd

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Insieme siamo invincibili ↗

— Muse

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Gelmek istemiyor gece.. Ne sen gelebiliyorsun o yüzden Ne de ben gidebiliyorum. Ama ben gideceğim. Akrepten bir güneş şakağımı yese de... Ama sen geleceksin. Dilin tuzlu yağmurlarca yakılmış olsa da... ↗

— Federico García Lorca

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FAUSTUS. [Stabbing his arm.] Lo, Mephistophilis, for love of thee, I cut mine arm, and with my proper blood Assure my soul to be great Lucifer's, Chief lord and regent of perpetual night! ↗

— Christopher Marlowe

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The more you understand your true spiritual identity, and your connection with the Supreme, the easier it will be to love your Self. ↗

— Stephen Knapp

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History is a hermaphrodite with many distinguished lovers. We are neither mysteries nor strangers but the living breath of revelation made flesh by the unrestrained desires of a free and universal love. Universal me. Universal you.” --from Past Present and Future are One ↗

— Aberjhani

#history #philosophy #poetry #spirituality #theories

Spend twenty years there and you ask yourself how there can still be strangers with so many familiar faces ... it's probably that cities generate strangers continuously ... ↗

— Frederik Peeters

#strangers #love

I don't watch reality TV, my reality is tough enough. ↗

— Alisa Steinberg

#comic-fiction #fiction #humor #women-s-fiction #love

Let us see what tomorrow will bring us? Will it be joy and triumph, chaos and glory, love and growth, or victory and success? ↗

— Ana Monnar

#future #monnar #quotation #quote #tomorrow

The book and I secret ourselves Behind the paneled door. We merge our thoughts in retrospect Of ancient mystic lore. We spend a pleasant quiet hour, Nor know it passed us by... The easy chair, the shaded lamp, A well-loved book and I. ↗

— Edna Moore Schultz

#reading #love