Debbie

“He's like a drug for you, Bella.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

“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

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience: this is the ideal life.”
― Mark Twain