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love this feeling ou a state of mind that has caused centuries after centuries a lot of disapproval , a lot of books , a lot of crimes(the first crime of history between the sons of adam) , an inspiration for the poet etc...
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Love is Love... Why do we search meanings that doesnt descibe what love Is... Love is that bad thing that's gonna take your passion away ... |
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Love is a song that you can sing when u're with the ones you love...Love for me is nothing but pain and pain and pain... Love breaks you... Love can take your life away Love is the most ugly thing that exists on earth... Love is nothing but a waste of time... |
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love for me does not exist what does exist in fact is to get used to a person and dare share with her everything even your intimacy when that person goes out of sight you miss her and you get sick and hope she turns up to see her again you call this love may be others would call that a habit you developed toward that person
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there is this kind of love wich turns out to be just a habit....maybe love itself turns to habit with time...we cant expect to love someone forever but we do expect to get used to have him in ur life forever!
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#6
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love is a bridge to lead to the target of the relationship here the target is the soulmate when love ends we can carry on living in respect upon souvenirs and some fruits of aour love kids for instance but it is important in the way thet it is what commences the passion and the story like the first chapter of a book
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#7
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Nothing much. A word that is overused, underestimated... one of these fashionable things. Everyone is looking for it but only a few take time to see that it's everywhere, that we don't need a man or a woman to feel it. The feeling is everlasting but not for a person but just in life. |
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| My favorite "description" of love is from the movie Captain Corelli's Mandolin: "Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." |