“The first question which the priest and the Levite asked was: ‘If I stop to help this man, what will happen to me?’ But…the good Samaritan reversed the question: ‘If I do not stop to help this man, what will happen to him?” ― Martin Luther King Jr. “I love you more than songs can say, but I can’t keep running after yesterday…” ― John Mayer, John Mayer – Battle Studies “This is what I know. Don’t settle for 40, 50, or even 80 percent. A relationship-it shouldn’t be too small or too tight or even a little scratchy. It shouldn’t take up space in your closet out of guilty conscience or convenience or a moment of desire. Do you hear me? It shold be perfect for you. It should be lasting. Wait. wait for 100 percent.” ― Deb Caletti, The Secret Life of Prince Charming “Time has no meaning, Love will endure..” ― Jude Deveraux “Right then, I wanted to go back in time and relive every moment with him. One more secret smile, one more shared laugh. One more electric kiss. Finding him was like finding someone I didn’t know I was searching for. He’d come into my life too late, and now was leaving too soon. I remembered him telling me he’d give up everything for me. He already had.” ― Becca Fitzpatrick, Hush, Hush “It’s impossible,” he snapped. “Why?” “Because I’m Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can’t be celibate. Everyone knows that.” ― Lisa Kleypas, Devil in Winter “Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together. I am not afraid, he said to himself. “I love you,” he whispered. “I hope you don’t mind.” ― Garth Nix, Sabriel “It’s usually the selfish people who are loved the most. They do what you deny yourself, and you love them for it. You give them your heart.” ― Saul Bellow “…no woman can love a weak man hard enough to make him strong.” ― Pearl Cleage, Just Wanna Testify “If people did not love one another, I really don’t see what use there would be in having any spring.” ― Victor Hugo, Les Misérables “The sun’s gone dim, and the moon’s gone black. For I loved him, and he didn’t love back.” ― Dorothy Parker “Productiveness is your acceptance of morality, your recognition of the fact that you choose to live–that productive work is the process by which man’s consciousness controls his existence, a constant process of acquiring knowledge and shaping matter to fit one’s purpose, of translating an idea into physical form, of remaking the earth in the image of one’s values–that all work is creative work if done by a thinking mind, and no work is creative if done by a blank who repeats in uncritical stupor a routine he has learned from others–that your work is yours to choose, and the choice is as wide as your mind, that nothing more is possible to you and nothing less is human–that to cheat your way into a job bigger than your mind can handle is to become a fear-corroded ape on borrowed motions and borrowed time, and to settle down into a job that requires less than your mind’s full capacity is to cut your motor and sentence yourself to another kind of motion: decay–that your work is the process of achieving your values, and to lose your ambition for values is to lose your ambition to live–that your body is a machine, but your mind is its driver, and you must drive as far as your mind will take you, with achievement as the goal of your road–that the man who has no purpose is a machine that coasts downhill at the mercy of any boulder to crash in the first chance ditch, that the man who stifles his mind is a stalled machine slowly going to rust, that the man who lets a leader prescribe his course is a wreck being towed to the scrap heap, and the man who makes another man his goal is a hitchhiker no driver should ever pick up–that your work is the purpose of your life, and you must speed past any killer who assumes the right to stop you, that any value you might find outside your work, any other loyalty or love, can be only travelers you choose to share your journey and must be travelers going on their own power in the same direction.” ― Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged “I am yours. Don’t give myself back to me.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi “Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.” ― Marie Lu, Champion “Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.” ― P.G. Wodehouse, The Small Bachelor “…some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.” ― Suzanne Young, The Program “For men, I think, love is a thing formed of equal parts lust and astonishment. The astonishment part women understand. The lust part they only think they understand.” ― Stephen King, Bag of Bones “Disappointments in love, even betrayals and losses, serve the soul at the very moment they seem in life to be tragedies. The soul is partly in time and partly in eternity. We might remember the part that resides in eternity when we feel despair over the part that is in life.” ― Thomas Moore, Care of the Soul: A Guide for Cultivating Depth and Sacredness in Everyday Life “As his raft skimmed over the water, taking him back to the mortal world, he understood a line from the Prophecy better-an oath to keep with a final breath. He understood how dangerous oaths could be. But Leo didn’t care. “I’m coming back for you, Calypso,” he said to the night wind. “I swear it on the River Styx.” ― Rick Riordan “I wanted to see the place where Margaret grew to what she is, even at the worst time of all, when I had no hope of ever calling her mine…” ― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South “You know, when it works, love is amazing. It’s not overrated.” ― Sarah Dessen, This Lullaby “From the first day I met her, she was the only woman to me. Every day of that voyage I loved her more, and many a time since have I kneeled down in the darkness of the night watch and kissed the deck of that ship because I knew her dear feet had trod it. She was never engaged to me. She treated me as fairly as ever a woman treated a man. I have no complaint to make. It was all love on my side, and all good comradeship and friendship on hers. When we parted she was a free woman, but I could never again be a free man.” ― Arthur Conan Doyle, The Return of Sherlock Holmes “One loves truly only once in a lifetime, Julian, even if one isn’t aware of it.” ― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Shadow of the Wind “When you want something this badly, you don’t just give up. You fight and fight until you absolutely can’t fight anymore.” ― Gail McHugh, Collide “In my crazy world, above all others…you were the only one who was the ugliest. And you were the only one…who was the most beautiful…. This is the unspoken truth.” ― Kaori Yuki “The fact that Ridge has been honest in his conversations with me is not something he did wrong. The fact that he has feelings for me also isn’t wrong, when you know exactly how much he’s fought those feelings. People can’t control matters of the heart, Warren. They can only control their actions, which is exactly what Ridge did. He lost control once for ten seconds, but after that, every single time temptation reared its ugly head, he walked in the other direction. The only thing Ridge has done wrong is fail to delete his messages, because by doing so, he failed to protect Maggie. He failed to protect her from the harsh truth that people don’t get to choose who they fall in love with. They only get to choose who they stay in love with.” I look up at the ceiling and blink back tears. “He was choosing to stay in love with her, Warren. Why can’t she see that? This will kill him so much more than it’s killing her.” ― Colleen Hoover, Maybe Someday “A wonderful gift may not be wrapped as you expect.” ― Jonathan Lockwood Huie “The quickest path to self-destruction is to push away the people you love.” ― Cassia Leo, Pieces of You “Just Me, Just Me Sweet Marie, she loves just me (She also loves Maurice McGhee). No she don’t, she loves just me (She also loves Louise Dupree). No she don’t, she loves just me (She also loves the willow tree). No she don’t, she loves just me! (Poor, poor fool, why can’t you see She can love others and still love thee.)” ― Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein “Time is how you spend your love.” ― Zadie Smith

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