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Love is not singular except
in syllable.
~Marvin Taylor |
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It is astonishing how little
one feels alone when one loves.
~John Bulwer |
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Whatever our souls are made
of, his and mine are the same.
~Emily Brontë |
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Love is the poetry of the
senses.
~Honoré de Balzac |
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Love, and a cough, cannot be
hid.
~George Herbert |
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They who meet on an April
night are forever lost in love,
if there's moonlight all about
and no moon above.
~From a song |
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Love me and the world is
mine.
~David Reed |
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Love unlocks doors and opens
windows that weren't even there
before. ~Mignon McLaughlin |
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Love makes your soul crawl
out from its hiding place.
~Zora Neale Hurston |
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