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Love is a grave mental disease.
-- Plato
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 29 of 2298 |
Love is a slippery eel that bites like hell.
-- Matt Groening
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 30 of 2298 |
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra, which suddenly flips
over, pinning you underneath. At night the ice weasels come.
-- Matt Groening, "Love is Hell"
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 31 of 2298 |
Love is a word that is constantly heard,
Hate is a word that is not.
Love, I am told, is more precious than gold.
Love, I have read, is hot.
But hate is the verb that to me is superb,
And Love but a drug on the mart.
Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
But Hating, my boy, is an Art.
-- Ogden Nash
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 32 of 2298 |
Love is always open arms. With arms open you allow love to come and
go as it wills, freely, for it will do so anyway. If you close your
arms about love you'll find you are left only holding yourself.
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 33 of 2298 |
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real
with the ideal never goes unpunished.
-- Goethe
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 34 of 2298 |
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the
real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
-- Goethe
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 35 of 2298 |
Love is an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage.
-- Dr. Karl Bowman
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 36 of 2298 |
Love is being stupid together.
-- Paul Valery
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Freebsd Fortunes 5: 37 of 2298 |
Love is dope, not chicken soup. I mean, love is something to be passed
around freely, not spooned down someone's throat for their own good by a
Jewish mother who cooked it all by herself.
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