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• Love knows not distance; it hath no continent; its eyes are for the stars, its feet for the swords; it continueth, though an army lay waste the pasture; it comforteth when there are no medicines; it hath the relish of manna; and by it do men live in the desert.
  • "The White Omen"

• That which is loved may pass, but love hath no end.
  • "The White Omen"