of rosy daydreams and pretty bubbles

was reading thru tis French novelist's quotes..I like tis one!

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.

- Anaïs Nin



how true! love needs to be maintained n renewed constantly.