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    â€” M ELANIE C LARK
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    It is possible that blondes also prefer gentlemen.
    â€” M AMIE V AN D OREN
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    Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open, and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.
    â€” D OROTHY P ARKER
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    In true love the smallest distance is too great, and the greatest distance can be bridged.
    â€” H ANS N OUWENS
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    Love letters are the campaign promises of the heart.
    â€” R OBERT F RIEDMAN
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    Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.
    â€” A NNE M ORROW L INDBERGH
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    Love and time—those are the only two things in all the world and all of life that cannot be bought, but only spent.
    â€” G ARY J ENNINGS
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    It’s easy to halve the potato where there’s love.
    â€” I RISH PROVERB
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    So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable.
    â€” R OBERT L OUIS S TEVENSON
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    The best proof of love is trust.
    â€” J OYCE B ROTHERS
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    Love is proud of itself. It leaks out of us even with the tightest security.
    â€” M ERRIT M ALLOY
    Things I Meant to Say to You When We Were Old
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    Let there be spaces in your togetherness / And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
    â€” K AHLIL G IBRAN
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    Familiarity, truly cultivated, can breed love.
    â€” J OYCE B ROTHERS
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    Love is what you’ve been through with somebody.
    â€” Quoted by J AMES T HURBER in
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    Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within the reach of every hand.
    â€” M OTHER T ERESA OF C ALCUTTA
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    Love is an image of God, and not a lifeless image, but the living essence of the all divine nature which beams full of all goodness.
    â€” M ARTIN L UTHER
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    Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
    â€” W ILLA C ATHER
    Death Comes for the Archbishop
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    The Bible tells us to love our neighbors, and also to love our enemies; probably because they are generally the same people.
    â€” G . K . C HESTERTON
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    No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is not.
    â€” F RANÇOIS DE L A R OCHEFOUCAULD
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    We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
    â€” J OHANN W OLFGANG VON G OETHE
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    Him that I love, I wish to be free—even from me.
    â€” A NNE M ORROW L INDBERGH
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    No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
    â€” S ARA T EASDALE
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    The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but to hold hands.
    â€” Quoted by A LEXANDRA P ENNEY in
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    The love of our neighbor in all its fullness simply means being able to say to him: “What are you going through?”
    â€” S IMONE W EIL
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    The worst prison would be a closed heart.
    â€” P OPE J OHN P AUL II
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    I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
    â€” R OY C ROFT
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    Tell me whom you love, and I’ll tell you who you are.
    â€” C REOLE PROVERB
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    Love at first sight is easy to understand. It’s when two people have been looking at each other for years that it becomes a miracle.
    â€” S AM L EVENSON
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    Love is not measured by how many times you touch each other but by how many times you reach each other.
    â€” C ATHY M ORANCY
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    Nobody has ever measured, even the poets, how much a heart can hold.
    â€” Z ELDA F ITZGERALD
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    Love is a great beautifier.
    â€” L OUISA M AY A LCOTT
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    The purest affection the heart can hold is the honest love of a nine-year-old.
    â€” H OLMAN F . D AY
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    If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.
    â€” K ATHERINE M ANSFIELD
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    Four be the things I’d have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.
    â€” D OROTHY P ARKER
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    It is often hard to bear the tears that we ourselves have caused.
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The Maxims of Marcel