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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 tarnishing. Anaïs Nin (via decrepito)
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Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. Kahlil Gibran. (via exquisite-mind)
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To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never…
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Each friend represents a world in us, a world not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born. Anais Nin (1903 – 1977)
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Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. Plato (via misanthropyaddict)
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And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too. Khaled Hosseini (The Kite Runner)