#anais nïn

Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors

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Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors

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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasize my loneliness.

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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasize my loneliness.

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I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my

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We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

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She lay in the darkness of her white satin bedroom, the mirrors throwing aureoles of false moonlight, the rows of

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I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my

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Love never dies of a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness, errors

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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasize my loneliness.

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All of my creation is an effort to weave a web of connection with the world: I am always weaving it because it was once broken.

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I don’t really want to become normal, average, standard. I want merely to gain in strength, in the courage to live out my

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When others asked the truth of me, I was convinced it was not the truth they wanted, but an illusion they could bear to

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I feel very small. I don’t understand. I have so much courage, fire, energy, for many things, yet I get so hurt, so wounded

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You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.

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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

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You don’t find love, it finds you. It’s got a little bit to do with destiny, fate, and what’s written in the stars.

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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

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We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

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My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts,

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Every gesture was one of disorder and violence, as if a lioness had come into the room.

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I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps but other people emphasize my loneliness.

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Before lovemaking the light had to be put out.

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I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be

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