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But Kate, dost thou understand thus much English? Canst thou love me?" Catherine: "I cannot tell." Henry: "Can any of your neighbours tell, Kate? I'll ask them. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#shakespeare #love

Love did not have to make sense. It did not have to be worthy. It did not have to be earned. It did not have to woo. It just simply was. ↗

— Mary Balogh

#love #woo #worthy #love

At fourteen my sister sailed away from me into a place I'd never been. In the walls of my sex there was horror and blood, in the walls of hers there were windows. ↗

— Alice Sebold

#love

Le rogó a Dios que le concediera al menos un instante para que él no se fuera sin saber cuánto lo había querido por encima de las dudas de ambos, y sintió un apremio irresistible de empezar la vida con él otra vez desde el principio para decirse todo lo que se les quedó sin decir, y volver a hacer bien cualquier cosa que hubieran hecho mal en el pasado. Pero tuvo que rendirse ante la intransigencia de la muerte. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#gabriel-garcia-marquez #muerte #love

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational. ↗

— Ian Mcewan

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I guess the answer would be yes." "Got to love that word." He kissed her so sweetly then, it brought tears to her eyes. "Got it in you to say it again?" And then he did the unthinkable. He went down on one knee. ↗

— Cindy Gerard

#romantic-suspense #love

All those who love know exactly the limit they're prepared to go to. They know exactly what is required. ↗

— Nadeem Aslam

#romance #love

You’re everything to me—you always have been, and you always will be. Always and forever. ↗

— Michelle Madow

#love #love-story #love

In the end, I take my shoes off and stick my feet in, letting the lukewarm water lick at my ankles. It feels good, and not just because I’m stoned. I make a mental note to add this to Dulcie’s list of things worth living for. For some reason, I keep seeing her rolling her eyes at me, that big, goofy grin stretching her face like Silly Putty. On my private list, I add her smile. She doesn’t have to know. ↗

— Libba Bray

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The memory burned like bile in my stomach, and I closed my eyes, wishing it didn't have to be this way. I loved Puck like a brother and a best friend. And yet, during a very dark period when I was confused and lonely and hurt, my affection for him had led me to do something stupid, something I shouldn't have done. I knew he loved me, and the fact that I'd taken advantage of his feelings made me disgusted with myself. I wished I knew how to fix it, but the barely concealed pain in Puck's eyes told me no amount of words would make it better. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#meghan #puck #the-iron-queen #love