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Everywhere he touches is fire. My whole body is burning up, the two of us becoming twin points of the same bright white flame. ↗

— Lauren Oliver

#burning-up #delirium #fire #lauren-oliver #lena-holloway

When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted ↗

— Rumi

#soul #love

When you love someone - when you create a child with him - you don't just suddenly lose that bond. Like any other energy, it can't be destroyed, just channeled into something else. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#marriage #love

kindness is just love with its work boots on!! ↗

— Shelly from house bunny!!!!

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I was half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if they’re not much to look at, or even if they’re sort of stupid, you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. ↗

— J.D. Salinger

#the-catcher-in-the-rye #love

Across the years I will walk with you - in deep green forests; on shores of sand: and when our time on earth is through, in heaven, too, you will have my hand ↗

— Robert Sexton

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Other people look at me and think: That poor woman; she has a child with a disability. But all I see when I look at you is that girl who had memorized all the words to Queen's 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by the time she was three, the girl who crawls into bed with me whenever there's a thunderstorm - not because you're afraid but because I am, the girl whose laugh has always vibrated inside my own body like a tuning fork. I would never have wished for an able-bodied child, because that child would have been someone who wasn't you. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#motherly-love #parent #love

Even this late it happens: the coming of love, the coming of light. ↗

— Mark Strand

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Christmas - that magic blanket that wraps itself about us, that something so intangible that it is like a fragrance. It may weave a spell of nostalgia. Christmas may be a day of feasting, or of prayer, but always it will be a day of remembrance - a day in which we think of everything we have ever loved. ↗

— Augusta E. Rundel

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I am neither foe nor friend to my brothers, but such as each of them shall deserve of me. And to earn my love, my brothers must do more than to have been born. I do not grant my love without reason, nor to any chance passer-by who may wish to claim it. I honor men with my love. But honor is a thing to be earned. ↗

— Ayn Rand

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