Tag: Love
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I Wanted Love To Grow Back
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in LoveI wanted love to grow back, like the grass when it’s mown down. To grow differently, if need be, like children’s teeth, like hair, like fingernails. To spring up at will, wild and untended. The chill of the sheets made me shudder, and so did the warmth that followed when I lay down. – Herta…
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I Can Never Regret That I Love You
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in LoveI can never regret that you have been a part of my life. I can never regret that I love you, because it is exactly what I wanted.
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Sometimes Caring Is Better Than Loving
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Sometimes caring is better than loving. Sometimes tea is better than coffee. Sometimes a smile is better than laughter. But nobody is better than you.
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There Will Be Love
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in LoveSomeday, beyond the clouds and all the world’s wrongs, there will be love, compassion and justice, and we shall all understand. – Flavia Weedn
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Love Is An Activity
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in LoveLove is an activity, not a passive affect; it is a “standing in,” not a “falling for.” In the most general way, the active character of love can be described by stating that love is primarily giving, not receiving. – Erich Fromm
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When You Love Someone, Its Never Over
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in LoveWhen you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart. – Elizabeth Chandler
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Love Can Often Be Misguided
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in LoveLove can often be misguided and do as much harm as good, but respect can do only good. It assumes that the other person’s stature is as large as one’s own, his rights as reasonable, his needs as important. – Eleanor Roosevelt
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Love Is The Voice Under All Silences
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in LoveLove is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star. – E.E. Cummings
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Love Him Wholly And Unconditionally
Love him wholly and unconditionally and without reservation. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn, to make him happy back.
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Love Reckons Hours For Months
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in LoveLove reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.