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
More Quotes By Ann Aguirre
I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.
I’m not a woman you bring home to Mother, pick out china patterns with, or Mary forefend, breed. I’ve seen a chunk of the universe, true, but there’s still so much more to see. I doubt I’ll ever cure this wanderlust, and I’m content with...
We're broken in complementary ways, thus rendering our damage comprehensible to each other.
He is not the same person as when wemet, but .. . neither am I. Time has refined us, but instead of pushing us apart, we’re closer than ever.
.. . and I don’t expect him to suborn his life into mine any more than I would change my dreams for him. We’re not one soul, one being, however much we love each other.
