solitude

I think I__ learningthat sometimes the bravest thing is not to face the world,but to turn away from it.

Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.

How lonely it is!To be drowning,in a placewhere everyone can swim.

Seeking higher ground is not a destination, but an elevation. Wings up, eyes shut open.

But there is saying, and there is doing, and almost always people do something better than they can talk about it, as though the minded body defeats every attempt to select out only the mind part as deserving sole responsibility for the success.

How can we expect to be happy when we have no peace of mind, when our mind is constantly jumping from the present to the past? When your mind is constantly running and filled with anxiety and fear, where is the freedom? You are stuck in the prison of your mind, stuck in thoughts and feelings from yesterday, from five years ago. There comes a time when everyone has to stop, look deep, breathe and let go.

I turned back looking far away not making contact with anyone and I paced to my room with tears in my eyes, solitude in my heart and nuisance in my mind. I locked my door, rested in bed and slept while still desperate.

The truth is, we value your company, for want of any other. We have been left so much to our own devices__fter a while one welcomes the uncertainty of being left to other people's.

Sometimes solitude is a real heaven for the tired minds and a marvellous sanctuary for the wounded souls!

The pleasure of reading is the greatest solitude.

Divinity dwells in thee. To activate the power, you must connect with the spirit daily.

Live each day with ecstatic serenity

One of the rocks in my soulbag, a little grey rock that I had picked up on a certain day in a certain place in the hills above the river in the Silver Time, a little piece of my world, that became my world. |Every night I took it out and held it in my hand while I lay in bed waiting to sleep, thinking of the sunlight on the hills above the river, listening to the soft shushing of the ship__ systems, like a mechanical sea

Nightmares are seldom a foreshadowing of real events, but always a showing of real fears.

It is so easy at times for a lonely individual to begin fantasizing about what the people outside are saying about him and, in result, irrationally and fearfully, and sometimes angrily, fancy himself a villain.

Can I be blamed for wanting a real body, to put my arms around? Without it I too am disembodied. I can listen to my own heartbeat against the bedsprings...but there__ something dead about it, something deserted.

my dear,we are all made of water. it's okay to rage. sometimes it's okay to rest. to recede.

To speak your Heart outnothing can be better than Night and Acoustic guitar !!