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But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things. |
Vincent van Gogh |
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But love is blind, and lovers cannot see The pretty follies that themselves commit, For if they could, Cupid himself would blush To see me thus transformed to a boy |
William Shakespeare |
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But thou, O man of God, flee these things; and follow after righteousness, godliness, faith, love, patience, meekness (1 Timothy 6:11). |
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Can miles truly separate you from friends....If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there? |
Richard Bach |
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Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections as leaves are to the life of a tree. If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots. |
Nathaniel Hawthorne |
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Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what he loves. |
Blaise Pascal |
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Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. |
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Disneyland is a work of love. We didn't go into Disneyland just with the idea of making money. |
Walt Disney |
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Don't forget to love yourself. |
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Eventually you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is. |
Gary Zukav |
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Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. |
Kahlil Gibran |
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. |
Plato |
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Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is! |
Anne Frank |
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Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death. |
Jean Cocteau |
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