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 Nin
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Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.
– Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin (Vol. 1: 1931-1934)
Rainbow of Madness 