For Her Quotes
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Love is a flame that burns everything other than itself. It is the destruction of all that is false and the fulfillment of all that is true.
Adyashanti
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When your life is nearly over, you will regret it if you look back and recall too many nights when you made excuses instead of making love.
Barbara Cooper
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We must rejoice when love is great, and pardon its excess, for love is the staff of life, and life without love is life in vain.
Arthur Lynch
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People fall in love all the time. And it's not always with the right people. And it's not always reciprocated.
Sarah Addison Allen
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My life-my whole life- take it, and do with it what you will. I love you-love you as I have never loved any living thing. From the moment I met you I loved you, loved you blindly, adoringly,madly! You didn't know it then-you know it now.
Oscar Wilde
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The power of self goes beyond words. Self confidence, self improvement, self esteem, self enhancement, self love ... Get yourself right first!
Behdad Sami
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I have died everyday waiting for you darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you for a thousand years, I’ll love you for a thousand more.
Christina Perri
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You are my love story, and I write you into everything I do, everything I see, everything I touch and everything I dream, you are the words that fill my pages.
A.R. Asher
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Love is not 'blind' but visionary: It sees into the very heart of its object And sees the 'real self' behind and in the midst Of the frailties and shortcomings of the person.
Andras Angyal
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Believing in God is as much like falling in love as it is making a decision. Love is both something that happens to you and something you decide upon.
Donald Miller
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Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in through the window.
Oscar Wilde
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Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
Leo Tolstoy
