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Monday, September 12, 2011

The Love



The greatest problem of life is
not that men perish, but that
they cease to love.



Love is like war, easy to
begin but hard to end.



It breaks your heart to see the one
you love is happy with someone else,
but it’s more painful to know that
the one you love is unhappy with you.



To the world you may be just one person,
but to one person you may be the world.



If love is the answer,
can you please repeat
the question?



Love cures people — both the
ones who give it and the ones
who receive it.



Love is like a river, always
changing, but always finding
you again somewhere down the
road.

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