

“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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“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well.”
― A Room of One’s Own
― A Room of One’s Own
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