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No one has really seen me in years.” Blake looked at the sky. “Sometimes I wonder how they know I don’t have a home. I try to dress decently.” He waved a hand at his jeans and army jacket. “I think it just seeps out of me. I’m not the same as everyone else.” He shook his head, pulling himself out of his despair, and looked at Livia again. “But when you saw me for the first time, you actually saw me. You saw me, and then you smiled like I was just the same as everyone else on that platform. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

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I know it doesn’t make noise,” he explained. “Going through the motions is comforting to me. I wish I had a real piano.” The wistfulness in his tone was aching to hear. “Did it used to have keys on it?” Livia asked. “I did draw them once, but it was in pencil. No matter. My heart knows right where they are.” He watched her as he tickled the pretend keys again. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

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I don't understand, Jem. I don't understand why you'd leave me. Why would you that? ↗

— Rachel Ward

#leaving #love #love

Keep a cool surface. Calm. Detached. As inside a part of you has been shattered. ↗

— Amy Ephron

#pain #war #love

If I can’t see the bottom, I don’t know how much is left. Why does my love have to be so thick? I suppose because it keeps the engine of your heart running smooth.
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— Jarod Kintz

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Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there. ↗

— William Shakespeare

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It all comes down to that one person you always think about before you fall asleep at night. And text "Good Morning" as soon as you wake up. ↗

— Jonathan Anthony Burkett

#relationships #love

Am I a liar in your eyes?" he asked passionately. "Little skeptic, you shall be convinced. What love have I for Miss Ingram? None: and that you know. What love has she for me? None: as I have taken pains to prove; I caused a rumor to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed, and after that I presented myself to see the result; it was coldness both from her and her mother. I would not-I could not-marry Miss Ingram. You-you strange-you almost unearthly thing!-I love as my own flesh. You-poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are-I entreat to accept me as a husband. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#obscure #skeptic #love

There is not a man in the world who is worth your dignity. Do not confuse self-sacrifice with love. ↗

— J. Nozipo Maraire

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Expert advice on improving ur relationship - 4A's - attention,appreciation, affection & attraction. ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

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