We loved with a love that was more than love.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
Edgar Allan Poe
âIf flowers can grow through blankets of melting snow, there is hope for me.â
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Tyler Knott Gregson, Haiku on Love
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That feeling when youâre smart enough to know how awkward you are, but not smart enough to know how not to be awkward.
Some animals donât know others exist. Like a lion doesnât know a squid is a thing.
Itâs when you hide things that you choke on them.
Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)
You are the finest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful person I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, âLetter to Zelda Fitzgerald,â 1939Â (via wordsnquotes)
Wir sind auf der gleichen Seite, aber in einem anderen Buch
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translation:âWeâre on the same page, but in a different book.â
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If Apple has âAirâ, Amazon has âFireâ, Google has âEarthâ, why doesnât Microsoft have âWaterâ?
Eyes are just eyes until you find that someone. Then eyes become an everyday feature that you focus on. They become the most beautiful thing you see. But when they leave, your mind becomes obsessed with the colour, the shape, the contrast, the size, the creases, every little detail that you didnât even realise you knew about. Then when you move on, your eyes search for those eyes. And when you canât find the perfect match, you realise that eyes are just eyes until you find that someone.
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