It's not about being liberal or conservative, it's about being human. It's not about being rich or poor, it's about being alive and happy. It's not about being right, it's about being considerate and compassionate.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
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Leo Tolstoy
One love, one heart, one destiny.
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Bob Marley
If you gave someone your heart and they died, did they take it with them? Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldn't be filled?
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Jodi Picoult
I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.
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Fannie Flagg
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't...
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Ted Hughes
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