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Eddie Vedder (1965-) |
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I love more and more, but actually I don't know why. You are so sweet, so tender, so careful with my soul, and me a stupid angel, I'm afraid to tell you you're exactly what I'm wainting for. |
I love my mother, not as a prisoner of atherosclerosis, but as a person; and I must love her enough to accept her as she is, now, for as long as this dwindling may take. |
I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. |
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I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you. |