“I met an old lady once, almost a hundred years old, and she told me, ‘There are only two questions that human beings have ever fought over, all through history. How much do you love me? And Who’s in charge?” ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love “Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together,but do so with all your heart.” ― Marcus Aurelius, Meditations “I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.” ― Jess C. Scott, The Devilin Fey “This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi “We kiss all the time.” I clear my throat, then add, “We just…do it in private.” “A smug expression crosses his face. “I don’t buy it for a second, ’cause if you were my girlfriend and a stud like me was livin’ in your house, I’d kiss you in front of the guy every chance I got as a reminder.” “A reminder of w-w-what?” “That you were mine.” ― Simone Elkeles, Rules of Attraction “After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn’t bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it’s a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it’s sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we’re doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.” ― Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello “I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars, and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.” The night wind whirls in the sky and sings. I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. On nights like this, I held her in my arms. I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky. She loved me, sometimes I loved her. How could I not have loved her large, still eyes? I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass. What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her. The night is full of stars and she is not with me. That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away. My soul is lost without her. As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her. My heart searches for her and she is not with me. The same night that whitens the same trees. We, we who were, we are the same no longer. I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her. My voice searched the wind to touch her ear. Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once belonged to my kisses. Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes. I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her. Love is so short and oblivion so long. Because on nights like this I held her in my arms, my soul is lost without her. Although this may be the last pain she causes me, and this may be the last poem I write for her.” ― Pablo Neruda “They do not love that do not show their love.” ― William Shakespeare, The Two Gentlemen of Verona “One ought to hold on to one’s heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche “I know you’re tired but come, this is the way.” ― Jalaluddin Rumi “Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time.” ― Jorge Luis Borges “Love makes you want to be a better man—right, right. But maybe love, real love, also gives you permission to just be the man you are.” ― Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl “It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can’t do better, how is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?” I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still. “Because, he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you – especially when you are near me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land some broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, – you’d forget me.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre “He suddenly recalled from Plato’s Symposium: People were hermaphrodites until God split then in two, and now all the halves wander the world over seeking one another. Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.” ― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness Of Being “Where there is great love, there are always miracles.” ― Willa Cather “Moving on is easy. It’s staying moved on that’s trickier.” ― Katerina Stoykova Klemer “Loving someone and having them love you back is the most precious thing in the world.” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Rescue “Each relationship between two persons is absolutely unique. That is why you cannot love two people the same. It simply is not possible. You love each person differently because of who they are and the uniqueness that they draw out of you.” ― Wm. Paul Young, The Shack “Don’t sacrifice yourself too much, because if you sacrifice too much there’s nothing else you can give and nobody will care for you.” ― Karl Lagerfeld “If I know what love is, it is because of you.” ― Hermann Hesse “Okay. Then…I can talk. Ask me something.” “Okay.” He laughs shakily in my ear. “Why is your heart racing Tris?” I cringe and say, “Well, I…I barely know you. I barely know you and I’m crammed up against you in a box, Four, what do you think?”… “Maybe you were cut out for Candor,” he says, “because you’re a terrible liar.” ― Veronica Roth, Divergent “I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you’re single among a room full of couples.” ― Emily Giffin, Baby Proof “Yelena, you’ve driven me crazy. You’ve caused me considerable trouble and I’ve contemplated ending your life twice since I’ve known you.” Valek’s warm breath in my ear sent a shiver down my spine. “But you’ve slipped under my skin, invaded my blood and seized my heart.” “That sounds more like a poison than a person,” was all I could say. His confession had both shocked and thrilled me. “Exactly,” Valek replied. “You have poisoned me.” ― Maria V. Snyder, Poison Study “Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.” ― Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems “I’d love to, she finally said,”on one condition.” I steadied myself, hoping it wasn’t something too awful. “Yes?” “You have to promise that you won’t fall in love with me.” I knew she was kidding me by the way she laughed, and I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. Sometimes, I had to admit, Jamie had a pretty good sense of humor. I smiled and gave her my word.” ― Nicholas Sparks “Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?” ― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook “I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.” ― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina “One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart.” ― Simone Elkeles, Perfect Chemistry “Christian, you are the state lottery, the cure for cancer, and the three wishes from Aladdin’s lamp all rolled into one” ― E.L. James, Fifty Shades Freed “Forever and ever, kid, until you’re sick and tired of seeing me.” ― Marie Lu, Legend

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