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He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he
did not know where he ended and she began. Leo Tolstoy
Hearts Live By Being Wounded. Oscar Wilde
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You are my butterfly and refuse to set you free. Shannon Hale
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Nothing in life is worth, turning your back on, if you love it. Albert Camus
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Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor
both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of
genius. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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