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 illnesses and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
— Anaïs Nin (1903-1977), Spanish-Cuban author
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