Sunday, November 6, 2011
Anais Nin
~Each contact with a human being is so rare, so precious, one should preserve it. ~
~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 betrayal. It dies of illness and wounds: it dies of weariness, of witherings of tarnishings.~
~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.~
~And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.~
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