there is no (full, reciprocal) love, there is only an immense need for love; every actual love encounter fails and throws us back into our solitude. Perhaps, it is only when one is in love that one can fully confront one ‘s fundamental solitude
By S. Zizek (via alterities)
Everybody’s born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I’d really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person.
By Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle