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.

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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Your mind is your instrument. Learn to be its master and not its slave.

Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow.

I am not concerned that you have fallen; I am concerned that you arise.

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