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It is in the thirties that we want friends. In the forties
we know they won't save us any more than love did.
F Scott Fitzgerald |
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Love is the only kind of fire which is never covered
by insurance.
Anonymous
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Life is short and we have never too much time for
gladdening the hearts of those who are traveling the
dark journey with us. Oh be swift to love, make
haste to be kind.
Henri-Frdric Amiel
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Human Love... It is that extra creation that stands
hurt and baffled at the place of death. Being human,
wanting children and sunlight and breath to go on,
forever.
Christopher Leach
American Poet
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Paradise is always where love dwells.
Jean Paul F. Richter
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Gratitude, like love, is never a dependable
international emotion.
Joseph Alsop
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Well-ordered self-love is right and natural.
St. Thomas Aquinas
1225-1274, Italian Scholastic Philosopher and
Theologian
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Love at first sight is possible, but it pays to take
a second look.
Anonymous
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Love is an expression and assertion of self-esteem,
a response to one's own values in the person of
another. One gains a profoundly personal, selfish
joy from the mere existence of the person one loves.
It is one's own personal, selfish happiness that one
seeks, earns, and derives from love.
Ayn Rand
1905-1982, Russian Writer, Philosopher
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Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying
and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of
loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up
in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we
know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and
gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but
only the soil of the plants that grow in him.
Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche
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My God, these folks don't know how to love -- that's
why they love so easily.
D. H. Lawrence
1885-1930, British Author |
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