Alina

“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

“How wrong is it for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself?”
― Anais Nin

“Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage.”
― Anais Nin

“If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?”
― Rumi