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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you
simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do
not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or
you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate
that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
Pablo Neruda
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What most people call loving consists of picking out a woman and
marrying her. They pick her out, I swear, I’ve seen them. As if you
could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your
bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard. They
probably say that they pick her out because-they-love-her, I think it’s
just the siteoppo. Beatrice wasn’t picked out, Juliet wasn’t picked out.
You don’t pick out the rain that soaks you to a skin when you come out
of a concert.
Julio Cortázar .
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It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them.
Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.
Marilyn Monroe
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Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human
beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can
grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it
possible for each to see the other whole against the sky
. Rainer Maria Rilke
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We must get beyond passions, like a great work of art. In such
miraculous harmony. We should learn to love each other so much to live
outside of time… detached.
Federico Fellini
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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to
replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It
dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of
tarnishings
. Anaïs Nin
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
George Eliot
Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in
fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more
first than sun, more last than star…
E.E. Cummings.
