It Dies of Illness and Wounds

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.

source: Anais Nin
image: Eddie’s Garden Photos


21 thoughts on “It Dies of Illness and Wounds

  1. Where Corinthians defines what love ‘is,’ this reminds us of what it isn’t. Reading this today allowed me to look ‘back’ and view old wounds with a bit more wisdom. Thank you!

    May your day and weekend go well!

    • There is something about your site that is suggesting ‘trouble’.
      Since you alerted me this morning to the situation, I went to
      the spam folder and found many of your recent comments there. Have
      you upload anything new recently? Or has anyone ‘new’ and somewhat
      doubtful been to your site to leave a comment? Perhaps you need to
      run a complete check on your system.

    • Thank you so very much Sue, found many more of your comments in ‘spam’.
      It may have been my fault in the first place. Although, I don’t know how it all got started.

      • Do not worry about it at all Eddie.. I know At times my fingers have slipped on goodness knows what keys and have sent a comment into trash but seeing the red in the box on notifications fished it out and approved.. Just glad you found me.. ๐Ÿ™‚ xxx

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