FraTu porti in te
un riflesso di me stessa,
una parte di me.
Ti ho sognato,
ho desiderato
la tua esistenza.
Solar Branka 
A passionate author who spells clearly what matters to her. I have not yet come across anything in her writing about her lack of communication with her meaningful other half.
At least she did not seem to have this important aspect missing with her loved one.
🪷
psychotHHerapie
Grenhas Valhalla#literatura #prosa #literaturaamericana
Autora: #AnaïsNin ✒️📖✒️
«El amor nunca muere de muerte natural. Se muere porque no sabemos cómo reponer su fuente. Muere de ceguera, de errores y traiciones. Se muere de enfermedades y heridas; se muere de cansancio.»
Autora: #AnaïsNin ✒️📖✒️
«El amor nunca muere de muerte natural. Se muere porque no sabemos cómo reponer su fuente. Muere de ceguera, de errores y traiciones. Se muere de enfermedades y heridas; se muere de cansancio.»
Doctor BrewLet's try this again ...
excited about reading Gertrude Stein's The Making of Americans
and reading Francesca Wade's bio of Stein
and that's brought me back to reading Anaïs Nin again
formuchdeliberation"When you possess light within, you see it externally.” ~ Anais Nin
The MarginalianAnaïs Nin on How Reading Awakens Us from the Slumber of Almost-Living
https://fed.brid.gy/r/https://www.themarginalian.org/2026/02/01/anais-nin-on-reading/
WIST QuotationsLove never dies of 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 illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of natural death.
Anaïs Nin (1903-1977) Catalan-Cuban-French author, diarist
The Four-Chambered Heart (1959)
More about this quote: wist.info/nin-anais/81620/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #anaisnin #endings #love #passion #relationships
Nin, Anais - The Four-Chambered Heart (1959) | WIST Quotations
Love never dies of 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 illnesses and wounds, it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings, but never of natural death. Djuna to Rango.