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Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. (Zora Neale Hurston)
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I love her and it is the beginning of everything. (F. Scott Fitzgerald)
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You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. (Sam Keen)
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There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves; it is not my nature. (Jane Austen)
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Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction. (Antoine de Saint-Exupéry)
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Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell. (Joan Crawford)
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You know you are in love when you can´t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. (Dr. Seuss)
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same. (Emily Brontë)
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Love does not dominate; it cultivates. (Goethe)
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. (Alfred Lord Tennyson)
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Girls are so queer you never know what they mean. They say No when they mean Yes, and drive a man out of his wits for the fun of it. (Louisa May Alcott)
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The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love. (Henry Miller)
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Love, till dawn sunder night from day with fire, Dividing my delight and my desire. (A.C. Swinburne)
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It is a curious thought, but it is only when you see people looking ridiculous that you realize just how much you love them. (Agatha Christie)
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Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul. (St. Aurelius Augustine)
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There is always madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. (Friedrich Nietzsche)
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The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love. (Henry Miller)
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Like music on the waters is thy sweet voice to me. (Lord Byron)
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There is no charm equal to tenderness of the heart. (Jane Austen)
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