solitude

Imagination is the greatest solitude

Renewed mind and rejuvenate sacred-spirit.

They were both from the real world, their own distinct ones, but I was somewhere in limbo. Set apart, I didn't know how to let either of them in.

The cold rationalism simply covers for raw, wounded emotion. The more driven people are by the mind, the more they feel and further encode their feelings. The thickness of the tarpaulin cover is as the size of the emotion.

I__ like to have enough time and quietTo think about absolutely nothing,To not ever feel myself living,To only know myself in others_ eyes, reflected.

The fog was where I wanted to be. Halfway down the path you can__ see this house. You__ never know it was here. Or any of the other places down the avenue. I couldn__ see but a few feet ahead. I didn__ meet a soul. Everything looked and sounded unreal. Nothing was what it is. That__ what I wanted__o be alone with myself in another world where truth is untrue and life can hide from itself. Out beyond the harbor, where the road runs along the beach, I even lost the feeling of being on land. The fog and the sea seemed part of each other. It was like walking on the bottom of the sea. As if I had drowned long ago. As if I was the ghost belonging to the fog, and the fog was the ghost of the sea. It felt damned peaceful to be nothing more than a ghost within a ghost.

If you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it__ not because they enjoy solitude. It__ because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I never feel unsafe except for when the majority is on my side.

Violent passions are formed in solitude. In the busy world no object has time to make a deep impression.

If it's true what is said, that only the wise discover the wise, then it must also be true that the lone wolf symbolizes either the biggest fool on the planet or the biggest Einstein on the planet.

They sell courage of a sort in the taverns. And another sort, though not for sale, a man can find in the confessional. Try the alehouses and the churches, Hugh. In either a man can be quiet and think.

It is the wilderness inthe mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is astranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one is out of touch with oneself, then onecannot touch others.

I__ going inside of myself and never coming out.

I think I__l feel out of place wherever I go on earth, forever. But that__ fine. I have to make my peace with that.

Religion is what you do with your solitude.

I finally wentwhere everyone goesand I realizedI wasnevermissingout.

Solitude is an unmarked place beyond the borders of the map, a place where most fear to tread. It__ no surprise, then, that this is where the greatest secrets and most valuable treasures are hidden.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.