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I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks; And when I’m introduced to one, I wish I thought “What Jolly Fun! ↗

— Walter Alexander Raleigh

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We choose to shelter ourselves from hurt and Disappointment, when we reach out to the soul Of one's mind, were translating our own needs The need to be heard an understood , one, on The level of deep and intriguing thinking Should Not necessarily be reaching for the stars But a Moment in time to touch intensely ,To love immensely, To hope for infinity. ↗

— Deeann Elizabeth Pavlick

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We are primarily the products of thinking that happens below the level of awareness. ↗

— David Brooks

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When I was a junior, my school introduced badminton, which was clearly a P.E. department ploy to get me away from the wrestling room, and it worked, since the first time I played badminton was like the first time I tasted sushi or heard the Beatles or read Wordsworth. This was a sport? This counted for gym requirements? ↗

— Rob Sheffield

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El amor es la Fuerza más grande que existe en el universo y cuando fluye la existencia se antoja perfecta, maravillosa. En ese momento el corazón brilla como una estrella... ↗

— Angus

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True Love is not a reality TV show! ↗

— E. Grey Lorimer

#reality-tv #true-love #love

Love or hatred calls for self-surrender. He cuts a fine figure, the warm-blooded, prosperous man, solidly entrenched in his well-being, who one fine day surrenders all to love—or to hatred; himself, his house, his land, his memories. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

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Here is the most telling fact: you wish to possess me.
 Here is another fact: I loved you and let you think you could. ↗

— From Louise Erdrich's Shadow Tag

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Dad pressed against my mind. Please, Allison. Let me, just this once, hold my son. I shouldn't. Nothing good ever came from letting my father have his way. But I could feel his love for this baby. And even if he couldn't love me, I knew that at this moment, before the baby could grow up and become a disappointment to him, he truly loved him. I slowly stepped away from the front of my mind, letting him fill that space, letting him feel through my hands, see through my eyes. "He's amazing," Dad said through me. "You're amazing." He looked up at Violet, and she smiled. ↗

— Devon Monk

#daniel-beckstrom #devon-monk #magic-on-the-hunt #violet #love

Love is a fiend, a fire, a heaven, a hell Where pleasure, pain, and sad repentance dwell ↗

— Richard Barnfield

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