Alyanna Villanueva

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898 quotes curated by Alyanna Villanueva:

“You are not his princess.
You are your own queen.”
— Nikita Gill, Untitled
Tagged: Confidence, Individuality
“I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know there’s nothing but light when I see you.”
— Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being
Tagged: Love, Perspective
“You let the darkness medically examine you.”
— Heather Christle, Summer
Tagged: Depression
“People have no meaning to her. She has no answer for them.”
— Virginia Woolf, The Waves
Tagged: Individuality
“I couldn’t see your face.
I couldn’t see us together anyplace.
I thought of wanting more and having less
than before, diminished by desire
gone needy, weedy, and gone out too deep
to go home (when the world used to be home).”
— Marilyn Hacker, "En Train II", Love, Death, and the Changing of the Seasons
Tagged: Relationships, Love
“…don’t wait for the good woman. She doesn’t exist. There are women who can make you feel more with their bodies and their souls but these are the exact women who will turn the knife into you right in front of the crowd. Of course, I expect this, but the knife still cuts. The female loves to play man against man, and if she is in a position to do it there is not one who will not resist. The male, for all his bravado and exploration, is the loyal one, the one who generally feels love. The female is skilled at betrayal. and torture and damnation. Never envy a man his lady. Behind it all lays a living hell.”
— Charles Bukowski, Spinning Off Bukowski
Tagged: Relationships
“…how sad and hard It is, and how rare,
to undertake an act that’s truly free, and not just a response
to a confused surge of drives and fears.”
— Ariana Reines, [Trying to see the proportional relation]
Tagged: Freedom
“You see, I am a poet, and not quite right in the head, darling. It’s only that.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay
Tagged: Identity
“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.
It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”
— Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe: and Other Stories
“Because feeling love does make you feel superior. Until you find out you aren’t loved back.”
— Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants
Tagged: Love