Saturday, September 18, 2010

Love is an alchemist that can transmute poison into food.


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 Wound;
It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Or Tarnishing.
ANAIS NIN, Parted Lips; Lesbian Love Quotes Through The Ages