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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