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“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 she felt when he kissed her- like a tub of roses swimming in honey, cologne, nutmeg and blackberries.”
― Samuel Sullivan Cox

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

“Animals are my friends...and I don't eat my friends.”
― George Bernard Shaw