A Quote by Ninon de L'Enclos

Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion. — © Ninon de L'Enclos
Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
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.
More organizations die of indigestion than starvation
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. Anaïs Nin I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. George Eliot Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
We announced that there'd be no more starvation in India. And you responded, 'Impossible. You'll never succeed!' Instead we succeeded; today in India no one dies of hunger any more; food production far exceeds consumption.
Man never dies, nor is he ever born; bodies die, but he never dies.
I'm a big fan of the Harry Potter books, but I'd love to do one where one of the kids dies, or one of the main characters dies. I love for those things to have a little bit more tragedy.
What is it that dies? A log of wood dies to become a few planks. The planks die to become a chair. The chair dies to become a piece of firewood, and the firewood dies to become ash. You give different names to the different shapes the wood takes, but the basic substance is there always. If we could always remember this, we would never worry about the loss of anything. We never lose anything; we never gain anything. By such discrimination we put an end to unhappiness. (118-119)
Between sisters, often, the child's cry never dies down. "Never leave me," it says; "do not abandon me."
And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.
There is no actual starvation or deaths from starvation but there is widespread mortality from diseases due to malnutrition.
And who is any of us, that without starvation he can go through the kingdoms of starvation?
And this is the eternal law. For, Evil often stops short at istelf and dies with the doer of it! but Good, never.
I love being a performer. It's like a hole that never closes. It's something in you that never dies.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
Family dinners are more often than not an ordeal of nervous indigestion, preceded by hidden resentment and ennui and accompanied by psychosomatic jitters.
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