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
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Anais Nin...ahora una de Anónimo:
Love scars won't heal left alone. Love is like the phoenix, it grows back from the last grain of ash. It needs only a spark to light fire again. It feeds on forgiveness and drinks only waters of hope. Love is fate and faith, you can't escape from real love, and it will find a way back to those who don't lose its tracks. Love is the hummingbird fluttering its wings, staring and waiting patiently.
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Anais Nin...ahora una de Anónimo:
Love scars won't heal left alone. Love is like the phoenix, it grows back from the last grain of ash. It needs only a spark to light fire again. It feeds on forgiveness and drinks only waters of hope. Love is fate and faith, you can't escape from real love, and it will find a way back to those who don't lose its tracks. Love is the hummingbird fluttering its wings, staring and waiting patiently.
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