Linux Love: 112 of 151 |
That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love,
that no one could have loved so before us, and that no one will love
in the same way as us.
-- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Linux Love: 113 of 151 |
That's life for you, said McDunn. Someone always waiting for someone who
never comes home. Always someone loving something more than that thing loves
them. And after awhile you want to destroy whatever that thing is, so it
can't hurt you no more.
-- R. Bradbury, "The Fog Horn"
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Linux Love: 114 of 151 |
The birds are singing, the flowers are budding, and it is time
for Miss Manners to tell young lovers to stop necking in public.
It's not that Miss Manners is immune to romance. Miss Manners
has been known to squeeze a gentleman's arm while being helped over a
curb, and, in her wild youth, even to press a dainty slipper against a
foot or two under the dinner table. Miss Manners also believes that the
sight of people strolling hand in hand or arm in arm or arm in hand
dresses up a city considerably more than the more familiar sight of
people shaking umbrellas at one another. What Miss Manners objects to
is the kind of activity that frightens the horses on the street...
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Linux Love: 115 of 151 |
The giraffe you thought you offended last week is willing to be nuzzled today.
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Linux Love: 116 of 151 |
The heart has its reasons which reason knows nothing of.
-- Blaise Pascal
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Linux Love: 117 of 151 |
The heart is wiser than the intellect.
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Linux Love: 118 of 151 |
The little pieces of my life I give to you, with love, to make a quilt
to keep away the cold.
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Linux Love: 119 of 151 |
The magic of our first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
-- Benjamin Disraeli
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Linux Love: 120 of 151 |
The myth of romantic love holds that once you've fallen in love with the
perfect partner, you're home free. Unfortunately, falling out of love
seems to be just as involuntary as falling into it.
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Linux Love: 121 of 151 |
The only difference in the game of love over the last few thousand years
is that they've changed trumps from clubs to diamonds.
-- The Indianapolis Star
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