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Mean words Once upon a time, I loved you But I will never I swear. ↗

— Arzum Uzun

#arzum-uzun-quotes #broken-heart #heartbreak #love #love-story

Olharei a tua sombra se não quiseres que te olhe a ti, disse-lhe, e ele respondeu, Quero estar onde minha sombra estiver, se lá é que estiverem os teus olhos. Amavam-se e diziam palavras como estas, não apenas por serem belas ou verdadeiras, se é possível ser-se o mesmo ao mesmo tempo, mas porque pressentiam que o tempo das sombras estava chegando na sua hora, e era preciso que começassem a acostumar-se, ainda juntos, à escuridão da ausência definitiva. ↗

— José Saramago

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I have never believed in supernatural until I fell in love with a stranger that made me do supernatural things. ↗

— M.F. Moonzajer

#love #stranger #supernatural #love

Love is the force that transforms and improves the Soul of the World.When I first reached through to it,I thought the Soul of the World was perfect.But later I could see that it was like other aspects of creation,and had its own passions and wars.It is we who nourish the Soul of the World,and the world we live in will be either better or worse,depending on whether we become better or worse.And that's where the power of love comes in.Because when we love,we always strive to become better than we are. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#love #love

First loves were powerful and private,and they stayed with you for a very long time. A lifetime.(...) There would always be a small,intimate piece of your heart tucked away for the person you loved first. ↗

— Lauren Weisberger

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Tricky was a plain-faced man with a very handsome voice - a voice like the sound of a clarinet, at once liquid and penetrating, and lovely to listen to. ↗

— Sarah Waters

#description #voice #love

In my opinion any activity during which you can enjoy a beverage is not a sport. It is a party. ↗

— Michael Thomas Ford

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Wooed by a vivid cover, she picked one up and leafed through it. She loved thee way it smelled, the ink, the fine paper, the oversized photographs. ↗

— Elizabeth Brundage

#book-shelves #bookstore #love

She cried and he held her and he cried too. He didn't think that either could say what they were crying about, but it was something they needed to do, right now, together, and then, quite suddenly, they were laughing, hard, brash laughter that came up from someplace deep. ↗

— Elizabeth Brundage

#healing-the-past #love

Whenever he was around, she'd get this look on her face, this kind of radiance. She was a beer poured too fast, her golden liquid spilling over the edge. ↗

— Elizabeth Brundage

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