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.
Tag: Love
Anaïs Nin (via madness-and-gods)
By night, Love, tie your heart to mine, and the two
together in their sleep will defeat the darkness
To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via subversiveforth)
True words, Fyodor. True words.
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.
Edvard Munch
Images: Jealousy I and II, 1896
“You killed our love. Remember that.”
— six word story.
Time for cuteness! 🙂
Love isn’t soft, like those poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
Stephen King, The Body 1982 (via sexual-feelings)
Scanned front cover of the book Love by Angela Carter. You should know the drill by now: ex-library, hence well-worn. Fascinating read.
Men have died and worms have eaten them, but not for love.
P. D. James, Cover Her Face.