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Let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. 1 John 3:18 ↗

— 1 John 3:18

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Love may endure a lifetime, but it is less reliable on a day-to-day basis. ↗

— Ellen Feldman

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How does one hate a country, or love one?... I know people, I know towns, farms, hills and rivers and rocks, I know how the sun at sunset in autumn falls on the side of a certain plowland in the hills; but what is the sense of giving a boundary to all that, of giving a name and ceasing to love where the name ceases to apply? What is the love of one's country; is it hate of one's uncountry? Then it's not a good thing. ↗

— Ursula K. Le Guin

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It took a moment to recognize Timothy... her first love. There had been a time when the mere sight of his handsome face had made her catch her breath. It had taken her years to recover from losing Timothy. Now the pain of his loss was muted and somehow apart from her, as if a broken engagement had happened to some other young, naive girl. She looked at him, and all she could think was, Thank Goodness. Thank goodness she's escaped marrying him. ↗

— Elizabeth Hoyt

#getting-over-lost-love #love

Ruby: ...What's so good about being 20? I call them the materialist years. The years we get distracted by all the bullshit. Then we cop on when we hit our 30s and spend those years trying to make up for the 20s. But your 40s? Those years are for enjoying it. Rosie: Hmmm good point. What are the 50s for? Ruby: Fixing what you fucked up in your 40s. Rosie: Great. Looking forward to it ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

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Se puede estar enamorado de varias personas a la vez, y de todas con el mismo dolor, sin traicionar a ninguna. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

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What is it like to wear another person’s skin?” “I don’t have a good answer for that,” I said. “It hurts.” “Can you remember their stories? Can you feel the love that they felt? ↗

— Andrew Davidson

#memory #pain #skin #love

Love is just the skin of knowing. ↗

— Wm. Paul Young

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The arrow increased without motion, then in a quick swirl the trout lipped a fly beneath the surface with that sort of gigantic delicacy of an elephant picking up a peanut. ↗

— William Faulkner

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There's only one London. That's it. We are what we are. ↗

— Craig Taylor

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