being-alone

I felt I could turn the earth upside down with my littlest finger. I wanted to dance, to fly in the air and kiss the sun and stars with my singing heart. I, alone with myself, was enjoying myself for the first time as with grandest company.

Sometimes you need to take a break from everyone and spend time alone, to experience, appreciate and love yourself.

It is better to be alone then to be in a relationship, while you are trying to figure out what love means to you.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state; it is like a blind fish at the bottom of the ocean without eyes, and therefore without judgement. Is it possible? That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me. Is it true? Could Denny have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which is something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?

Being brave and being alone aren't the same thing.

I__ perfectly alone right now, my mind is on overdrive, the gears are grinding in whirring dissonance _ and it__ just how I like it.

Just like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken with being alone for loneliness. So I'm fine. Thanks for asking.

I love the stillness of a room, after a party. The chairs are moved, the cushions disarranged, everything is there to show that people enjoyed themselves; and one comes back to the empty room happy that it's over, happy to relax and say, 'Now we are alone again.

Many people seek fellowship because they are afraid to be alone...let him who cannot be alone beware of community. He will do harm to himself and to the community. Alone you stood before God when he called you; alone you had to answer that call; alone you had to struggle and pray; and alone you will die and give an account to God. You cannot escape yourself, for God has singled you out.

A season of loneliness and isolation is when the caterpillar gets its wings. Remember that next time you feel alone.

The endless ocean was his sole companion , and on some deeply sentimental level, it seemed sufficient. Almost apt. He aligned himself with Thoreau and Tolstoy, he felt like their peers. The kinship with nature devoted humans to a mythical state, a heightened persona beyond the reach of mere mortals. At least that was what he told himself on the lonely nights when insomnia played on his fears and the howling wind pierced through his soul.

I like working alone. I feel freer, less constrained. I know what I have to do and I try to do it. There are no superficial hangups.

Truth is, I__ generally happiest when it__ just me. It__ okay to be madly in love with yourself.

Think of this _ that the writer wrote alone, and the reader read alone, and they were alone with each other. True, the writer may have been alone also with Spenser's golden apples in the Faerie Queene, Proserpina's garden, glistening bright among the place's ashes and cinders, may have seen in his mind's eye, apple of his eye, the golden fruit of the Primavera, may have seen Paradise Lost, in the garden where Eve recalled Pomona and Proserpina. He was alone when he wrote and he was not alone then, all these voices sang, the same words, golden apples, different words in different places, an Irish castle, un unseen cottage, elastic-walled and grey round blind eyes.

Maybe this is who I really am.Not a loner, exactly.But someone who can be alone.

Being alone is not synonymous with incompleteness.Having a partner is not a precondition for completeness.

I think it's good for a person to spend time alone. It gives them an opportunity to discover who they are and to figure out why they are always alone.

Never wanted it to be an imposition, I am alone & will find my way alone.