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The six descriptions of Love :

David Richo, How to Be an Adult in Love.

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“Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see the real value in you, it’s time for a new start.”

— Unknown

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في القطار تبادلنا المقاعد ، كنتِ تريدين النافذة وكنتُ أريد أن أطل عليكِ

On the train we swapped seats, you wanted the window and I wanted to look at you.

- Mahmoud Darwish

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“But then it passed, as all things do.”

— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed

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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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@tatiana_racovets

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“Despite how open, peaceful, and loving you attempt to be, people can only meet you as deeply as they’ve met themselves.”

— Matt Kahn

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Franz Wright, from God's Silence; "East Boston, 1996"

[Text ID: Walking home, for a moment / you almost believe you could start again. / And an intense love rushes to your heart, / and hope. It's unendurable, unendurable.]

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When you left, you left your language with me. I use some of the words you had used, and in mid conversation I pause as your thoughts weave through my heart. And it’s like, it’s like the language we both spoke in still remains despite everything. And I look for it everywhere, in every stranger but though they speak it, it sounds foreign in their tongue. How can it belong with another, when it was mine and yours.

-her.moonlit.world

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You are not weak for feeling the weight of everything that you are carrying.

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“Justice becomes terror when thrust into the wrong hands.”

— Noor Shirazie