When the Hearts grow Cold 3

  “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 “Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can … Continue reading When the Hearts grow Cold 3


the rose

If you enjoy the fragrance of a rose, you must accept the thorns which it bears- Isaac Hayes “Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?” ― Emily Brontë, The Complete Poems “It is the time you have wasted … Continue reading the rose