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“In my childhood diary I wrote: “I have decided that it is better not to love anyone, because when you love people, then you have to be separated from them, and that hurts too much.”

Quote by Anais Nin

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Anais Nin
Anais Nin

Anais Nin, born on February 21, 1903, in Madrid, Spain, and died on January 14, 1977, in Los Angeles, United States, was a renowned American author. Known for her unique introspective writing and dreamlike narrative style, her works include 'Henry Miller's Desires'. more

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