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Love never
dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to
replenish it's source. It dies of blindness and errors and
betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of
weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
-- Anais Nin
1914-1977, French-born
American Novelist, Dancer
Love is a
friendship caught on fire.
-- Northern Exposure
If love means
that one person absorbs the other, then no real relationship
exists any more. Love evaporates; there is nothing left to
love. The integrity of self is gone.
-- Ann Oakley
1944-, British Sociologist,
Author
In love there
are two things -- bodies and words.
-- Joyce Carol Oates
1938-, American Author
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