Maria

“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

“I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me.”
― Anais Nin

“Та чи не в нього наш Мокій і вдався? Там такий, що в нього кури по-українському говорять.”
― Микола Куліш, Мина Мазайло

“I am not young enough to know everything.”
― Oscar Wilde