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When you have reached the point where you no longer expect a response, you will at last be able to give in such a way that the other is able to receive, and be grateful. When Love has matured and, through a dissolution of the self into light, become a radiance, then shall the Lover be liberated from dependence upon the Beloved, and the Beloved also be made perfect by being liberated from the Lover. ↗

— Dag Hammarskjöld

#love #mind #love

Two people see each other across a room or their skin brushes. Their souls recognize the person as their own. It doesn’t need time to figure it. The soul always knows… whether it’s right or wrong. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#love

You are your own worst enemy. If you can learn to stop expecting impossible perfection, in yourself and others, you may find the happiness that has always eluded you. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#expectations #love

I love you," Ty said out of the blue, his voice almost sing-song. Zane laughed. "You're drunk." "I loved you before I was drunk. ↗

— Abigail Roux

#zane-garrett #love

One is never wounded by the love one gives, only by the love one expects. ↗

— Marty Rubin

#love #love

I'm telling you this for one reason and one reason only: No matter how sure you are of someone's love, it's always nice to hear it. ↗

— Mike Gayle

#affirmation #confirmation #love #lovers #nice

The greatest fear of Jonathan is the love he feels for his sister. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#valentine-morgenstern #love

What do I have to do to make you see she can't love you like me ↗

— Sugarland

#couples #heartbreak #love #relationships #sad

When you go, would you ever turn to say, "I don't love you like I did yesterday. ↗

— Gerard Way

#mcr #love

They were still in the happier stage of love. They were full of brave illusions about each other, tremendous illusions, so that the communion of self with self seemed to be on a plane where no other human relations mattered. They both seemed to have arrived there with an extraordinary innocence as though a series of pure accidents had driven them together, so many accidents that at last they were forced to conclude that they were for each other. They had arrived with clean hands, or so it seemed, after no traffic with the merely curious and clandestine. ↗

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

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