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"
There is no remedy for love but to love more." |
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" Love
is hard work; and hard work sometimes hurts!" |
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" True
love never dies for it is lust that fades away. Love
bonds for a lifetime but lust just pushes away." |
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" You
call it madness, but I call it love." |
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" If
love is great, and there are no greater things, then
what I feel for you must be the greatest." |
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" When
first we fall in love, we feel that we know all
there is to know about life. And perhaps we are
right." |
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" Love
is not love that alters when it alteration finds." |
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" My
love is like a rose divided into two, the leaves I
give to others, but the rose I give to you." |
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" Even
if love is full of thorns, I'd still embrace it for
I know that in between those thorns, there is a rose
that's worth all the pain." |
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"
Sometimes a rose is destined to love a thorn." |
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"
There may be many flowers in a man's life, but there
is only one rose." |
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" The
fragrance of the rose, remains on the hand that
gives it." |
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" Men
are like roses, watch out for the pricks!" |
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" True
love is not without pain, like that of thorns in
your side. Yet love is like the rose in full bloom,
beautiful and full of life." |
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" The
rose speaks of love silently, in a language known
only to the heart." |
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" Love
is sweeter than any rose. Love pricks you far deeper
than any thorn." |
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" You
can complain because a rose has thorns, or you can
rejoice because thorns have a rose." |
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" The
rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me." |
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" Go
pretty rose, go to my fair, Go tell her all I fain
would dare, Tell her of hope; tell her of spring,
Tell her of all I fain would sing, Oh! were I like
thee, so fair a thing." |
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" He
that plants thorns must never expect to gather
roses." |
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"
There is no gathering the rose without being pricked
by the thorns." |
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" For
if I wait," said she, "Till time for roses be,-- For
the moss-rose and the musk-rose, Maiden-blush and
royal-dusk rose,-- "What glory then for me In such a
company?-- Roses plenty, roses plenty And one
nightingale for twenty?" |
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You
smell a rose through a fence: If two should smell
it, what matter? |
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"
Loveliest of lovely things are they On earth that
soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little
hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower." |
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" When
love came first to earth, the Spring Spread
rose-beds to receive him." |
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" Till
the rose's lips grow pale With her sighs." |
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