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Remember when I was obsessed with that little Lithuanian restaurant downtown? And it was only ever open when the grumpy old woman ran it felt like opening? I'd stop by every day for a week with no luck. And then, when I'd pretty much given up on ever tasting Napoleonas torte again, I'd drive by and see the open sign in the window. Well, being with Chris is like trying to date that restaurant. I never know when he's going to be there and how open he'll be to me. Almost never is he all there, all in. Almost never do I get the Chris I got the night of Kiley's wedding--open sign, cold cucumber soup, rouladen, poppy seed kolaches. ↗

— Rainbow Rowell

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Stop looking for your better half! You need to be whole to attract your better whole, if you expect to have a flourishing relationship. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

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Don't get mad about the infestation of fleas if you keep shopping at the dog pound. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

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If you only attract Mr. Wrong or Ms. Crazy, evaluate the common thread in this diversity of people: YOU! ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

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Relationships are not additive, but multiplicative because you connect with his/her childhood experiences, past relationships, thoughts on money and more. ↗

— Valerie J. Lewis Coleman

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Yes, it's a well-known fact about you: you're like death, you take everything. ↗

— Milan Kundera

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Don’t spoil me with your lies, love me with your truth. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

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Nothing is stranger or more ticklish than a relationship between people who know each other only by sight, who meet and observe each other daily - no hourly - and are nevertheless compelled to keep up the pose of an indifferent stranger, neither greeting nor addressing each other, whether out of etiquette or their own whim. ↗

— Thomas Mann

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Why do you pray?" he asked me, after a moment. Why did I pray? A strange question. Why did I live? Why did I breathe? "I don't know why," I said, even more disturbed and ill at ease. "I don't know why." After that day I saw him often. He explained to me with great insistence that every question possessed a power that did not lie in the answer. "Man raises himself toward God by the questions he asks Him," he was fond of repeating. "That is the true dialogue. Man questions God and God answers. But we don't understand His answers. We can't understand them. Because they come from the depths of the soul, and they stay there until death. You will find the true answers, Eliezer, only within yourself!" "And why do you pray, Moshe?" I asked him. "I pray to the God within me that He will give me the strength to ask Him the right questions. ↗

— Elie Wiesel

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