“He drew a circle that shut me out- Heretic , rebel, a thing to flout. But love and I had the wit to win: We drew a circle and took him In ! From the poem ” Outwitted” ― Edwin Markham “Happiness does not come from without, it comes from within” ― Helen Keller “We do not need to go out and find love; rather, we need to be still and let love discover us.” ― John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom “It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not ‘one thing in my life’ – not even the most important – because my life no longer belongs to me because…you are always me.” ― Jean-Paul Sartre “I’d run my whole life long to reach you; paddle my way across Atlantic and Pacific; traverse Jungle and Desert to find you; climb cliffs and drop from the sky to rescue you. Anything to be close to you. Any way to say I love you.” ― Heather Kris Thomas, A Place for You and Me “For many, love is a two-sided coin. It can strengthen or stifle, expand or enfeeble, perfect or pauperize. When love is returned, we soar. We are taken to heights unseen, where it delights, invigorates, and beautifies. When love is spurned, we feel crippled, disconsolate, and bereaved. Polish the coin and you will see only requited love on both sides. I was destined to love you and I will belong to you forever.” ― Colleen Houck “My wife and I just don’t have the same feelings for each other we used to have. I guess I just don’t love her anymore and she doesn’t love me. What can i do?” “The feeling isn’t there anymore?” I asked. “That’s right,” he reaffirmed. “And we have three children we’re really concerned about. What do you suggest?” “love her,” I replied. “I told you, the feeling just isn’t there anymore.” “Love her.” “You don’t understand. the feeling of love just isn’t there.” “Then love her. If the feeling isn’t there, that’s a good reason to love her.” “But how do you love when you don’t love?” “My friend , love is a verb. Love – the feeling – is a fruit of love, the verb. So love her. Serve her. Sacrifice. Listen to her. Empathize. Appreciate. Affirm her. Are you willing to do that?” ― Stephen R. Covey, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People: Powerful Lessons in Personal Change “But that afternoon he asked himself, with his infinite capacity for illusion, if such pitiless indifference might not be a subterfuge for hiding the torments of love.” ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera “أريدك أن تعرف المزيد عن النساء مما لن تخبرك به واحده منهن.. إن النساء لا يطلبن الاهتمام ولكنهن يسعين إلى يجدن ذلك الرجل الذى يهتم بهن فعلا..” ― شيرين هنائي, صندوق الدمى “To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi “Your heart can break at any age.” ― Cecelia Ahern “Images flashed through his mind. He saw Nico and his sister on a snowy cliff in Maine, Percy Jackson protecting them from a manticore. Percy’s sword gleamed in the dark. He’d been the first demigod Nico had ever seen in action. Later, at Camp Half-Blood, Percy took Nico by the arm, promising to keep his sister Bianca safe. Nico believed him. Nico looked into his sea-green eyes and thought, How can he possibly fail? This is a real hero. He was Nico’s favorite game, Mythomagic, brought to life. Jason saw the moment when Percy returned and told Nico that Bianca was dead. Nico had screamed and called him a liar. He’d felt betrayed, but still… when the skeleton warriors attacked, he couldn’t let them harm Percy. Nico had called on the earth to swallow them up, and then he’d run away- terrified of his own powers, and his own emotions.” ― Rick Riordan, The House of Hades “Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, and men below, and the saints above, for love is heaven, and heaven is love. ” ― Walter Scott “Drualt took Freya’s warm hand, Her strong hand, Her sword hand, And pressed it to his lips, Pressed it to his heart. Come with me,’ he said. Come with me to battle, My love. Tarry at my side. Stay with me When battle is done. Tarry at my side. Laugh with me, And walk with me The long, long way. Tarry with me, My love, at my side.” ― Gail Carson Levine, The Two Princesses of Bamarre “Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.” ― Paullina Simons “A joyful heart is the normal result of a heart burning with love. She gives most who gives with joy.” ― Mother Teresa, In the Heart of the World: Thoughts, Stories and Prayers “My girlfriend is a party girl angel who can kick some arse and cook.” ― Wendy Higgins, Sweet Peril “He looks at one of the pictures for a long time. Then he looks at me. “I’ll keep you up here.” He taps his temple. “Where you can’t get lost.” ― Gayle Forman, Just One Day “Maybe ‘Okay’ will be our ‘always’…” ― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars “It was stupid to hope, she knew. But sometimes hope was all you had.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls “Things could change, Gabe,” Jonas went on. “Things could be different. I don’t know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents,” he added, staring through the dimness toward the ceiling of his sleepingroom. “And everybody would have the memories.” “You know the memories,” he whispered, turning toward the crib. Garbriel’s breathing was even and deep. Jonas liked having him there, though he felt guilty about the secret. Each night he gave memories to Gabriel: memories of boat rides and picnics in the sun; memories of soft rainfall against windowpanes; memories of dancing barefoot on a damp lawn. “Gabe?” The newchild stirred slightly in his sleep. Jonas looked over at him. “There could be love,” Jonas whispered.” ― Lois Lowry, The Giver “I could still feel the ghost of him hovering in the quiet, dark recess of my heart. It was as if he was just waiting for me to be lonely, or to let my guard down, so that he could surface and fill my mind again with thoughts of him.” ― Colleen Houck “I’d sleep outside naked in the blizzard,for you.” ― Ellen Hopkins, Impulse “I shudder at the thought of men…. I’m due to fall in love again” ― Dorothy Parker “My wife with the hair of a wood fire With the thoughts of heat lightning With the waist of an hourglass With the waist of an otter in the teeth of a tiger My wife with the lips of a cockade and of a bunch of stars of the last magnitude With the teeth of tracks of white mice on the white earth With the tongue of rubbed amber and glass My wife with the tongue of a stabbed host With the tongue of a doll that opens and closes its eyes With the tongue of an unbelievable stone My wife with the eyelashes of strokes of a child’s writing With brows of the edge of a swallow’s nest My wife with the brow of slates of a hothouse roof And of steam on the panes My wife with shoulders of champagne And of a fountain with dolphin-heads beneath the ice My wife with wrists of matches My wife with fingers of luck and ace of hearts With fingers of mown hay My wife with armpits of marten and of beechnut And of Midsummer Night Of privet and of an angelfish nest With arms of seafoam and of riverlocks And of a mingling of the wheat and the mill My wife with legs of flares With the movements of clockwork and despair My wife with calves of eldertree pith My wife with feet of initials With feet of rings of keys and Java sparrows drinking My wife with a neck of unpearled barley My wife with a throat of the valley of gold Of a tryst in the very bed of the torrent With breasts of night My wife with breasts of a marine molehill My wife with breasts of the ruby’s crucible With breasts of the rose’s spectre beneath the dew My wife with the belly of an unfolding of the fan of days With the belly of a gigantic claw My wife with the back of a bird fleeing vertically With a back of quicksilver With a back of light With a nape of rolled stone and wet chalk And of the drop of a glass where one has just been drinking My wife with hips of a skiff With hips of a chandelier and of arrow-feathers And of shafts of white peacock plumes Of an insensible pendulum My wife with buttocks of sandstone and asbestos My wife with buttocks of swans’ backs My wife with buttocks of spring With the sex of an iris My wife with the sex of a mining-placer and of a platypus My wife with a sex of seaweed and ancient sweetmeat My wife with a sex of mirror My wife with eyes full of tears With eyes of purple panoply and of a magnetic needle My wife with savanna eyes My wife with eyes of water to he drunk in prison My wife with eyes of wood always under the axe My wife with eyes of water-level of level of air earth and fire” ― André Breton, Poems “Something that is yours forever is never precious” ― Chaim Potok, My Name Is Asher Lev “How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.” ― Richelle Mead, Succubus Revealed “Love is the way back into Eden. It is the way back to life.” ― Francine Rivers, Redeeming Love “Never miss an opportunity to show your love, especially to those close to you, because we are always at our most cautious with them for fear of being hurt.” ― Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra “Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?” ― Robert Frost

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