Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Anais NinAnd the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais NinTruth is something which can't be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
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