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Love Quotes by Junot Diaz

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Diaz asks how long it takes to get over a love, joking that a year of dating may need a year of healing. He shares that love can teach us to see beyond barrio rules, and that true love for a country means seeing its crimes, not ignoring them. He also warns that when we start thinking about how a relationship began, it often signals the end.

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“Maybe we met out here and fell in love over bad barbecue.”

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The half-life of love is forever.

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Out of nowhere you said, I love you. For whatever it's worth.

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And because love, real love, is not so easily shed.

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“A romantic she was, but not a pendeja.”

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“They only hit he you, he says, when they care.”

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“Deep down, where my boys don't know me, I'm an optimist.”

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“I put my hand on her knee. I just wish you'd say you love me.”

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“And all I did was read, and when I was too high to read I stared out the windows.”

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She was the kind of girlfriend God gives you young, so you'll know loss the rest of your life.

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You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture

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“In love! She wafted through her day like a woman with a concussion.”

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“Stared at the toothpick-thin blackgirl who worked at the Friendly's, whom he was in love with but with whom he would never…

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Love was a rare thing, easily confused with a million other things, and if anybody knew this to be true it was…

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“Maybe it was loss or love or some other word hat we say when it's too fucking late.”

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Know that in this world there's somebody who will always love you.

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Beli at thirteen believed in love like a seventy-year-old widow who's been abandoned by family, husband, children and fortune believes in God.

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Love is the great test of the human. The human is tested by our ability to withstand love. Love is so difficult,…

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“You go to more doctors. You celebrate Arlenny's Ph.D. defense. And then one June night you scribble the ex's name and: The…

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The Prisoner's Wife echoes Edwidge Danticat's Farming of the Bones in the urgency in which it reminds us of the possibility of…

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Love is the only thing - I don't want to say that "makes it bearable" - but I feel like without the…

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You were at the age where you could fall in love with a girl over an expression, over a gesture. That's what…

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“The next day he woke up feeling like he'd been unshackled from his fat, like he'd been washed clean from his misery,…

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“Sometimes I could grab her and pull her back on the couch, and we´d stay there a long time, me waiting for…

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I always had a sense that I would fall in love with Tokyo. In retrospect I guess it's not that surprising. I…

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“That night you lay in bed, awake, and listened to the ambulances tear down our street. The heat of your face could…

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“His adolescent nerdliness vaporizing any iota of a chance he had for young love. Everybody else going through the terror and joy…

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You ask everybody you know: How long does it usually take to get over it? There are many formulas. One year for…

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I've always thought that you don't love a country by turning a blind eye to its crimes and to a problem. The…

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“Saw for a brief instant La Inca praying in her room - the silence that lay between them now, stronger than love…

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Poor Oscar. Without even realizing it he'd fallen into one of those Let's Be Friends Vortexes, the bane of nerdboys everywhere. These…

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“They walked him into the cane and then turned him around. He tried to stand bravely... They looked at Oscar and he…

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“He whistles. Que viva Colombia. Hands you back the Book. You really should write the cheater's guide to love. You think? I…

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“This is how you lose her. You lose her when you forget to remember the little things that mean the world to…

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“Love. Oscar knew he should have checked out right then. He liked to kid himself that it was only cold anthropological interest…

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“...our whole country, which you never think of until it’s gone, which you never love until you’re no longer there.”

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Nobody warned me that when you fall in love, you really fall in love forever.

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“I was staring at you and you were staring at me and right then it was sort of like love, wasn't it?”

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And that's when I know it's over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it's the end.

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Cities produce love and yet feel none. A strange thing when you think about it, but perhaps fitting. Cities need that love…

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“I used to think those were the barrio rules, Latinos and blacks in, whites out —a place we down cats weren’t supposed to go.…

“I put my hand on her knee. I just wish you'd say you love me.”

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If you didn't grow up like I did then you don't know, and if you don't know it's probably better you don't judge.

“If you ask me I don't think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That's enough.”

The only difference between a published and unpublished writer is a tolerance for imperfection.