“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
“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.”
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
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