joi, 23 iulie 2009

Citate care 'mi-au facut cu ochiul'

"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 withering, of tarnishing." Anaïs Nin

1 comentarii:

darga spunea...

he,he, acum citesc "Incest". :)