My dear,
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Falsely yours,
Anais Nin
“Love Never Dies A Natural Death.”
My dear,
It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
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Aaron Haspel Abraham Lincoln Alain de Botton Albert Camus Albert Einstein Anais Nin Anne Lamott Anonymous Aristotle Arsene Hodali Ayn Rand Benjamin Franklin Bill Watterson Bruce Lee Buddha Charles Bukowski Chuck Palahniuk Confucius Dr. Seuss Friedrich Nietzsche George Bernard Shaw George Carlin George Orwell H. L. Mencken Henry David Thoreau Hunter S. Thompson Jack Kerouac Kurt Vonnegut Mahatma Gandhi Marilyn Monroe Mark Twain Mother Teresa Muhammad Ali Oscar Wilde Pablo Picasso Ralph Waldo Emerson Robert Montgomery Seneca Steve Jobs Victor Hugo Voltaire Walt Disney Will Rogers Winston Churchill Woody Allen
