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True love is selfless. It is prepared to sacrifice.

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Roy: The immutable heart of what we are that bleeds through whatever we mig

Roy: The immutable heart of what we are that bleeds through whatever we might become. All else is vanity.
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He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar

He's really jealous, Ybon said rather weakly. Just have him meet me, Oscar said. I make all boyfriends feel better about themselves.
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this is only the beginning. Many die, many kill their bodies and souls, but

this is only the beginning. Many die, many kill their bodies and souls, but they cannot kill the justice of God, even they cannot kill the eternal spirit. From their very degradation that spirit will rise up to demand of the world compassion and justice
Posted 5 months, 1 week ago

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.
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Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world throu

Art begins . . . when someone interprets, when someone sees the world through his own eyes. Art happens when what is seen becomes mixed with the inside of the person who is seeing it.
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Observe the movements of the stars as if you were running their courses wit

Observe the movements of the stars as if you were running their courses with them, and let your mind constantly dwell on the changes of the elements into each other. Such imaginings wash away the filth of life on the ground.
Posted 5 months, 1 week ago

A gripping historical novel . . . heart-stopping, heart-racing and eventual

A gripping historical novel . . . heart-stopping, heart-racing and eventually heart-easing.–Library Voice
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When you're a kid, you see your parents reading the newspaper and you're li

When you're a kid, you see your parents reading the newspaper and you're like, 'God, why are they reading the newspaper?' When you're young, you're not reading the newspaper. But there comes a time in your life when the newspaper's cool.
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And then we cowardswho loved the whisperingevening, the houses,the paths by

And then we cowardswho loved the whisperingevening, the houses,the paths by the river,the dirty red lightsof those places, the sweetsoundless sorrow—we reached our hands outtoward the living chainin silence, but our heartstartled us with blood,and no more
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In not a single one of these little campaigns was I victorious. In other wo

In not a single one of these little campaigns was I victorious. In other words, in each case, I personally failed, but I have lived to see the thesis upon which I was operating vindicated. And what I very often say is that I’ve lived to see my lost causes
Posted 5 months, 1 week ago

When well told, a story captured the subtle movement of change. If a novel

When well told, a story captured the subtle movement of change. If a novel was a map of a country, a story was the bright silver pin that marked the crossroads.
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I stopped going to Kingdom Hall, the church, when I was 11 years old, so I

I stopped going to Kingdom Hall, the church, when I was 11 years old, so I was very young. They don't celebrate birthdays, you get no Christmas, so it's a very difficult religion for children to get into. And they do a lot of finger-pointing among the Jeh
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