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His face contained for me all possibilities of fierceness and sweetness, pride and submissiveness, violence, self-containment. I never saw more in it than I had when I saw it first, because I saw everything then. The whole thing in him that I was going to love, and never catch or explain. ↗

— Alice Munro

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After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love--I have found you. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

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And we were kissing like drowning people breathe-- like suddenly we'd discovered something that has never been so sweet before that moment. ↗

— Morgan Matson

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If you had grown up with me, this is one of the things I would have tried to teach you: Marry a man who loves you more than you love him. Because I have both now, and when it is the other way around, there is no spell in the world that can even out the balance. ↗

— Jodi Picoult

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في داخل كل منّا كتل من الانكسارات ↗

— زينب حفني

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Behind every sucessful person lies a pack of Haters! I love my haters! ↗

— Gloria Tesch

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I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced. ↗

— Barbara Pym

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I felt his other hand sear hot against my cheek. He bent his head, and in a voice that Jack couldn’t hear, said, “When you came down the stairs, and fell into me, that was the moment.” Then his lips pressed against mine. ↗

— Sarah Alderson

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I’m just thinking that would be pleasant. To be reading, say, out of a book, and you to come up and touch me – my neck, say, or my knee – and I’d carry on reading, I might let a smile, no more, wouldn’t lose my place on the page. It would be pleasant to come to that. We’d come so close, do you see, that I wouldn’t be surprised out of myself every time you touched. ↗

— Jamie O'Neill

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Our state cannot be severed, we are one, One flesh; to lose thee were to lose myself. ↗

— John Milton

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