Peter S. Beagle - Love Quotes

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But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me — me, Jenny Gluckstein — like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is one thing — recognition is something else.

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Love was generous precisely because it could never be immortal.

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I love whom I love," Prince Lir repeated firmly. "You have no power over anything that matters.

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The woman I loved died because I did not love her enough — what greater sin is there than that?

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Her face was a stranger's face, which was as it should be. Love each other from the day we are born to the day we die, we are still strangers every minute, and nobody should forget that, even though we have to.

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Ah, love may be strong, but a habit is stronger, And I knew when I loved by the way I behaved.

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You pile of stones, you waste, you desolation, I'll stuff you with misery till it comes out of your eyes. I'll change your heart into green grass, and all you love into a sheep. I'll turn you into a bad poet with dreams.

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- and you are truly human now. You can love, and fear, and forbid things to be what they are, and overact.

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All lives are composed of two basic elements," the squirrel said, "purpose and poetry. By being ourselves, squirrel and raven, we fulfill the first requirement, you in flight and I in my tree. But there is poetry in the meanest of lives, and if we leave it unsought we leave ourselves unrealized. A life without food, without shelter, without love, a life lived in the rain—this is nothing beside a life without poetry.

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Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose— What is gone is gone.

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What happened instead was that the tree fell in love with him and began to murmur fondly of the joy to be found in the eternal embrace of a red oak. "Always, always," it sighed, "faithful beyond any man's deserving. I will keep the color of your eyes when no other in the world remembers your name. There is no immortality but a tree's love.

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They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

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