Romantic
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Why ever do rightness unto another, when distrust is gathered upon you, blanketed by those I once did love? It is you I love, yet it is they I am forced to resent. It is you I am forced to say is the most important essence. That, to go back to a former time, would
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“If love hurts, then love will survive. One should know the difference between the pain of loss, and the pain of sacrifice, in love. For if one has given their heart, then one has sacrificed themselves. That is the pain, to be named as the happiness for what one should know was a worthy departure
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“How can a person ever be wronged to glorify the power of love? We are nothing without it. Evolution is impossible, without it. For no insect could one day become an elephant, without love. Why do we say that to love, is not realistic? Why do we say of someone in love, they are never
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“No guilt should be felt, upon realizing one is weak, while in love. Love is that, a strength and a weakness. Knees tremble, hands quivers, because we care for what we may lose. Love is that, an emotion that encapsulates all other emotions. We realize that our finding, being that love, cannot go, without us
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A: How much do you love her? B: It’s not a question of how much, but that I just do. A: Then, it’s never a question of how much you would do for her? B: It’s rather a question of how much she trusts me to do for her.
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“Not the love, but the trust, that quits its breath. For nothing hurts more of the ended romance, than knowing we still love them. Such means, that not love, but the trust, always dies. We love them, still remaining hurt, though our trust, our closeness, is now the parting. For as love dwells in the
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This tale depicts a mentally ill convict, who represents the anti-hero, who cannot help but to feel immediate regret for the disgrace he has placed upon his wife and daughter. For the certain mistake and crime he made, he has been placed in prison for 10 years. At the beginning of “No Love Barred”, the
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“Oh, ocean. Oh, tempest. Love is a storm that subsides, only when the worriment no longer has thunder. It can die down to a flicker. It will not fully extinguish. For love has its fear, its quakes, its rumbling and the movement that releases great waves. Though, upon this woman’s face, there are only the
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Can he wait? Can he satiate a thirst that continues to mark his lips with the dryness of salt? In that, he is holding onto the ocean. He is washing himself in her running suds. A love as glorious as the only-believed infinity of the universe, becoming finite just when we comprehend life cannot go
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Build the blocks to where I seeYour heart gravitating to me,The blood I forge to have me transferLove to let your wishes be answered.Sing your pleading songs of mercy,That I might end your sorrows down. Love stoops in its pull,Lust washes form in its lull.To sleep, we go, to end the keepOf arms that reach
Modern Romanticism 