From that time on, the world was hers for the reading. She would never be lonely again, never miss the lack of intimate friends. Books became her friends and there was one for every mood.
Betty SmithTags: words reading books solitude literature lonliness
I hate solitude, but I'm afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls. It's already hard enough to tell the truth to oneself.
Iris MurdochSolitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
Kahlil GibranI want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.
Rainer Maria RilkeTags: solitude loneliness secrets secret-knowledge
Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone the pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude. She had never landed at Cork, so this hill and that hill beyond were as unexpected as pictures at which you say "Oh look!" Nobody was beside her to share the moment, which would have been imperfect with anyone else there.
Elizabeth BowenSolitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.
Mary Wollstonecraft ShelleyTags: solitude consolation mood
In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.
Rollo MayTags: solitude creativity quiet
He was not oppressed by a crowd because in the midst of all the hullabaloo he always found a quiet place for his soul.
Isabel AllendeTags: solitude
Sometimes callers from a distance invade my solitude, and it is on these occasions that I realize how absolutely alone each individual is, and how far away from his neighbour; and while they talk (generally about babies, past, present, and to come), I fall to wondering at the vast and impassable distance that separates one's own soul from the soul of the person sitting in the next chair.
Elizabeth von ArnimFour billion people on this earth
but my imagination is still the same.
It's bad with large numbers.
It's still taken by particularity.
It flits in the dark like a flashlight,
illuminating only random faces
while all the rest go by,
never coming to mind and never really missed.
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