"Adolescence is like cactus."
"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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Source: Collages by Anais Nin, (p. 116), 1964.
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