He wanted terribly, to say, Stop, to say Bern’s name, to stroke her soft cheek where it was bitten by the light. But, in the end, he didn’t do anything at all.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
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Tahereh Mafi
I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.
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Mother Teresa
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
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Matt Groening
Happiness is the china shop love is the bull.
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H.l. Mencken
People say that eyes are windows to the soul.
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Khaled Hosseini
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