John LeCarre (1931-) |
Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own. |
Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own. |
Love is when two people who care for each other get confused |
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Love knows no limit to its endurance, no end to its trust, no fading of its hope; it can outlast anything. Love still stands when all else has fallen. |
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Love lodged in a woman's breast, Is but a guest |
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Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t. |
Love makes time pass, and time makes love pass |
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