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It was freaky how once you realized you loved someone, and they felt the same way about you, they could look different, yet the same; how they felt familiar, but not. ↗

— Nyrae Dawn

#love #what-a-boy-wants #love

True love heals and affects spiritual growth. If we do not grow because of someone else’s love, it’s generally because it is a counterfeit form of love. ↗

— John Bradshaw

#personal-growth #love

To love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be destroyed ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#clary-fray #jace-wayland #love

Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows. ↗

— Donna Lynn Hope

#shadow #unrequited-love #love

What you feel about another person, what you think or say about another person, what you do to another person – you do to you. Give judgment and criticism and you give it to yourself. Give love and appreciation to another person or anything, and you give it to yourself. ↗

— Rhonda Byrne

#love

It's okay to love something a little too much,as long as it's real to you. ↗

— Gerard Way

#i-love-you #love #mcr #my-chemical-romance #real

He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets — most likely his father's. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth. ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#convenience #enlightenment #narrow-mindedness #philosophy #politics

THERE IS A LOVELY LITTLE horror story about the peasant who started through the haunted wood—the wood that was, people said, inhabited by devils who took any mortal who came their way. But the peasant thought, as he walked slowly along: I am a good man and have done no wrong. If devils can harm me, then there isn't any justice. A voice behind him said, “There isn't. ↗

— Fredric Brown

#fredric-brown #horror #love

Don't talk about love, But speak out of love cause most of the liars are only perfect of talking about nothing but passion & don't talk about justice, But speak out of justice cause most of the oppressors are only perfect of talking about nothing but rightness. ↗

— Ibrahim Aslan

#love

You gave me the key of your heart, my love; Then why did you make me knock? ↗

— Rupert Brooke

#withdrawal #love