Jyn

“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

“Quickly, bring me a beaker of wine, so that I may wet my mind and say something clever.”
― Aristophanes