Love doesn’t self-destruct. We choke it with unkind words. We starve it with empty promises. We poison it with toxic blame. We break it by trying to bend it to our will. No, love doesn’t die on its own. We kill it. Breath, by bitter breath. Wise are those who realize that they hold the fate of their love in their hands, and blessed are those who keep it alive. — Unknown
This book can be a powerful coffee table book, a gift book or a self-help book. Display it where it can be easily seen, so that every time friends and family come to visit, they can pick it up to get a dose of inspiration: .
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