A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. — Stendhal
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. — Stendhal
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. — Stendhal
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. — Stendhal
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love. — Stendhal
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A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.

— Stendhal
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O love, how did you get here?--Nick and the Candlestick — Sylvia Plath, Plath: Poems
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