To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.
When we love, we always strive to become better than we are. When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better too.
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Paulo Coelho
What's meant to be will always find a way
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Trisha Yearwood
It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.
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Vincent Van Gogh
The reason it hurts so much to separate is because our souls are connected. Maybe they always have been and will be. Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other. And maybe each time, we've...
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Nicholas Sparks
More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate.
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Roy T. Bennett
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To give herself a measure of credible autonomy, she had decided to invent a husband. Then, in a subsequent flash of inspiration, she had just as quickly killed him off.
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Stepping back, he went to his bedside table. He returned carrying something. Opening his palm, he revealed the heart-shaped pendant he'd given her so many months ago." I've kept this, " he explained. "You might say it's become a talisman of sorts. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>I.....
Here, this is for you, " the girl said, holding out one of the pages on which she'd been drawing." Oh, I.. well, thank you." Meg reached out and took the sketch between her fingers. Gazing down, her eyes widened. Instead of the typical childish...
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