I’ve got two guns. One for each of you.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade
— Great Expectations by Charles Dickens (via rauchwolken)
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone, and the only one who seeks out another. His nature -if that word can be used in reference to man, who has ‘invented’ himself by saying ‘no’ to nature- consists in his longing to realize himself in another. Man is nostalgia and a search for communion. Therefore, when he is aware of himself he is aware of his lack of another, that is, of his solitude.
— Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)