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Hope without love is hopeless. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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He will understand when it is too late that it is easier to love. ↗

— Dejan Stojanovic

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Pine trees rise through cloud soar up into the blue skies, bush clover spangled with dewdrops sways in the autumn breeze; As I dip cold, pure water at the edge of the stream, a solitary white crane comes lolloping my way. ↗

— Baisao

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Some days I wake up and all I feel are the fractures in the flesh that covers the only me I've ever known. Some days, it's those exact fissures that let the light hiding inside me pour out and cover in gold everyone that found enough beauty in the cracks to stand close. ↗

— Tyler Knott Gregson

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...I recall that day on the beach - the sand so brilliant, the clouds so massive, and the wind punishing your hair... ↗

— John Geddes

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We are supposed to do something with these/Damn hearts of ours, and we are meant to love and be loved. ↗

— Rob Bignell

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Love crosses the sky \ on a peculiar disturbing night. ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

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Take hands. There is no love now. But there are hands. There is no joining now, But a joining has been Of the fastening of fingers And their opening. More than the clasp even, the kiss Speaks loneliness, How we dwell apart, And how love triumphs in this. ↗

— Laura Riding Jackson

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The touch of your fingers grazing mine delicate as a single drop of wine in a crystal goblet. Rolling it round, I savor it on my tongue, try to make it last forever. The words I love you form in the air and melt. Your palm against my cheek, light as a snowflake. ↗

— Eve Merriam

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Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season? ↗

— Robert Frost

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