“I’m full of love, and nobody wants it.”

— Dylan Klebold (via alibis-not-needed-anymore)

“¡Yo para ti! - solía decirle-, y tú, ¡quién sabe para qué otra!”

— Miguel de Unamuno  (Niebla)

“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 withering, of tarnishing.”

— Anaïs Nin (February 21 1903 - January 14 1977)

“Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.”

— bell hooks, All About Love: New Visions (via amatoriae)

“When you don’t have many friends and you don’t have a social life you’re kind of left looking at things, not doing things. There’s a weird freedom in not having people treat you like you’re part of society or where you have to fulfill social relationships.”

— Tim Burton (via blottoflower)

“I hate slick and pretty things. I prefer mistakes and accidents. Which is why I like things like cuts and bruises – they’re like little flowers. I’ve always said that if you have a name for something, like ‘cut’ or ‘bruise,’ people will automatically be disturbed by it. But when you see the same thing in nature, and you don’t know what it is, it can be very beautiful.”

— David Lynch (via amatoriae)

“Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.”

— Carl Jung  (via cuartoscuros)