The best Love Quotes

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Love is the most impressive, most bright, most wonderful thing. A magic potion. The material all human desires are made of.

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Love does not look in the eye, but looking together toward the same goal.

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For true love nothing is impossible.

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If I should like someone a lot, I never say their name to others: it would be like giving part of them away.

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And she knew, too, that neither dæmon would change now, having felt a lover's hands on them. These were their shapes for life: they would want no other.

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It is engender'd in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies,
Let us all ring fancy's knell
I'll begin it, Ding, dong, bell.

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How camest thou hither, tell me, and wherefore?
With love's light wings did I o'erperch these walls,
For stony limits cannot hold loe out,
And what love can do, that dares not love attempt.

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Appreciate what you are for you are love, the love you search in everything and everywhere. Welcome what you are because you are what you try to be, what you want to be, you are life that creates your own life. Accept yourself, love of your love, because you are what you need to be. Smile at the love you emanate because you are that love you seek everywhere, peace of the senses.

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Love's death is life the death of a loved one. It leaves the same torment, the same emptiness, the same refusal to dive up to that emptiness. If you've been waiting for it, caused it, wanted it to defend yourself or for common sense of for the need of freedom when it comes along you feel invalid. Mutilated.

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In the mad or sweet hugs your body that was not tried but your soul, your thoughts, your feelings, your dreams, your poems. And maybe it's true that love almost never relates to a body, often we choose or accept a person for inexplicable charm with which it hits us, or for what it represents to our eyes, our beliefs, to our morals; however, the vehicle of a loving relationship remains the body, and if that doesn't seduce you, something else has to seduce you. The character, for example, the way of living or the behavior. And in time I discovered that I didn't like a lot your character [...] So why had I the impulse to run after you, to hug you, feel your mustache against my cheek, why did I feel the need to scrape off the throat and send back the tears?