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One Can Promise Actions, But Not Feelings, For The Latter Are Involuntary. He Who Promises To Love Forever Or Hate Forever Or Be Forever Faithful To Someone Is Promising Something That Is Not In His Power.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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One Can Promise Actions,

Friedrich Nietzsche

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One Can Promise Actions, But Not Feelings, For The Latter Are Involuntary. He Who Promises To Love Forever Or Hate Forever Or Be Forever Faithful To Someone Is Promising Something That Is Not In His Power.

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