Love Quote #6981710
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Do not give any man your heart, nor any woman. Do not lend them

Do not give any man your heart,

nor any woman. Do not lend them your love, do not even let them rent it. They may not possess your heart or mind, nor your body if it can be avoided.

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Delicate*

posted April 24, 2014 at 1:11am UTC tagged with love, friendship, advice, story, beautiful, tragic, quote

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Oh, sweet darling. We are both of us damned.
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