A Quote by Anaïs Nin on love, death, blindness, weariness, and betrayal

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Anaïs Nin (1903 - 1977)

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