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Love is always dangerous. To love is to hope you'll win it all while running the risk that you could lose it all. And sometimes it's also about accepting that there's a risk that you'll love more than you are loved. ↗

— Guillaume Musso

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Some say that you know real love when you realise the only person in the world who can console you is the one who has hurt you. ↗

— Guillaume Musso

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Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home? ↗

— Ellen Hopkins

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الناس يجهدون أنفسهم هكذا لثلاثة أسباب : إما لأنهم مجانين ، أو حمقى ، أو يحاولون النسيان ↗

— Nicholas Sparks

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Power can do everything but the most important thing: it cannot control love. ↗

— Philip Yancey

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She hugged me and I could feel the heat rise in my face, either from shame or love, like there was a difference. ↗

— Christopher Moore

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Love is written in our instincts, yet erased by our actions. ↗

— Gayle D. Erwin

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But it had no doubt sprung from true emotion, for all that parents ever wanted, really, was for you to love their child the way they did. ↗

— Meg Wolitzer

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He knew she was there by the joy and terror that took possession of his heart [...] Everything was lit up by her. She was the smile that brightened everything around. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#leo-tolstoy #love #love

You went back in time,” he repeated, “and you expect his cell phone to work?” “Well, no, I just, I mean, I came back and he hasn’t! Shouldn’t he have?” Morrison, very steadily, said, “Were you together?” “No! I just said he went to fight the Morrigan!” “I see.” There was a pause. “The man is seventy-four years old, Joanie. He can take care of himself. If you were,” a great and patient pause filled the line before he went on, “time traveling. If you were time traveling and got separated, then I can’t think of any reason he would necessarily come back to the present at the same time you did.” “Except I was the focal point, it was my fault, it --!” “Joanne. Siobhan. Siobhan Grainne MacNamarra Walkingstick.” I didn’t think anybody had ever said my name like that before. I gulped down a hysterical sob and whispered, “Yeah?” Morrison, with gentle emphasis, said, “I love you. Now pull yourself together and go find the bad guy,” and hung up. ↗

— C.E. Murphy

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