Marinet

“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

“In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.”
― Robert Frost

“I would venture to guess that Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

“Never put off till tomorrow what may be done day after tomorrow just as well.”
― Mark Twain