solitude

Solitude is where one discovers one is not alone.

Sometimes isolation can be shared.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

Jamie enjoyed solitude, but loneliness was a constant ache.

If only I had something to take the edge off the loneliness. If only lonely were a more accurate word. It should sound much less pretty.

[A]t bottom, and just in the deepest and most important things, we are unutterably alone, and for one person to be able to advise or even help another, a lot must happen, a lot must go well, a whole constellation of things must come right in order once to succeed.

being alone never felt right. sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.

I decided that maybe we left each other alone too much. Leaving each other alone was killing us.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms

Our language has wisely sensed these two sides of man__ being alone. It has created the word __oneliness_ to express the pain of being alone. And it has created the word __olitude_ to express the glory of being alone.

I have just now come from a party where I was its life and soul; witticisms streamed from my lips, everyone laughed and admired me, but I went away _ yes, the dash should be as long as the radius of the earth's orbit ___________ and wanted to shoot myself.

In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.

What is the difference in being alone with another and being alone by one's self?

Then stirs the feeling infinite, s

We must become so alone, so utterly alone, that we withdraw into our innermost self. It is a way of bitter suffering. But then our solitude is overcome, we are no longer alone, for we find that our innermost self is the spirit, that it is God, the indivisible. And suddenly we find ourselves in the midst of the world, yet undisturbed by its multiplicity, for our innermost soul we know ourselves to be one with all being.

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it's not because they enjoy solitude. It's because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.