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He who does not love does not know God; for God is love |
Bible |
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He who loves 50 people has 50 woes; he who loves no one has no woes. |
Buddha |
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He who loves not his country, can love nothing |
Lord Byron |
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Hell is a place, a time, a consciousness, in which there is no love. |
Richard Bach |
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Hence arose the saying, "If I love you, what is that to you?" We say so, because we feel that what we love is not in your will, but above it. It is not you, but your radiance. It is that which you know not in yourself, and can never know. |
Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Her companionship was like a warm soil about an exotic. |
James Joyce |
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Her love was trembling in laughter on her lips. |
Oscar Wilde |
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How easy love makes fools of us. |
Moliere |
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I am in love - and, my God, it's the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love, if you haven't done so already. You are wasting your life. |
D.H. Lawrence |
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I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death |
Robert Fulghum |
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I feel that there is nothing more truly artistic than to love people |
Vincent van Gogh |
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I find as I grow older that I love those most whom I loved first. |
Thomas Jefferson |
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I have almost done with harridans, and shall soon become old enough to fall in love with girls of fourteen |
Jonathan Swift |
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I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all. |
Lord Byron |
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I have imbibed such a love for money that I keep some sequins in a drawer to count, and cry over them once a week |
Lord Byron |
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I have sought love because in the union of love I have seen, in a mystic miniature, the prefiguring vision of the heaven the saints and poets have imagined |
Bertrand Russell |
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I like not only to be loved, but to be told I am loved. |
T.S. Eliot |
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I love cats because I enjoy my home; and little by little, they become its visible soul. |
Jean Cocteau |
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