#alone

The soul that sees beauty may sometimes walk alone. ↗

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

#alone #may #sees #sometimes #soul

She felt just like that girl in that book with the letter A on her chest. Only her A signified Alone. She was an outcast, cast out by her own choices, an outsider with a pretty face. Like a rose, she may have been beautiful to look at, but almost everyone only knew the thorny side. ↗

— Victoria Kahler

#loneliness #outcast #scarlet-letter #beauty

One of the the things she most liked about the city -apart from all its obvious attractions, the theatre, the galleries, the exhilarating walks by the river- was that so few people ever asked you personal questions. ↗

— Julia Gregson

#beauty #city #east-of-the-sun #julia-gregson #london

From the top of the bus she could see the vast bowl of London spreading out to the horizon: splendid shops with mannequins in the window, interesting people and already a much bigger world. ↗

— Julia Gregson

#beauty #bus #city #east-of-the-sun #julia-gregson

Religion is the possibility of the removal of every ground of confidence except confidence in God alone. ↗

— Karl Barth

#confidence #every #except #god #ground

Loneliness is a state of feeling that can be changed. People may still feel lonely even among the crowd. ↗

— Toba Beta

#loneliness #state-of-feeling #change

I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard - and in order to forget. ↗

— Henry Miller

#candlelight #caves #desires #forget #leviathan

Why?” I asked him tiredly. “What would it have changed? What could you possibly have said that would have made a difference?” “That I was your brother, Harry,” he said. “That I loved you. That I knew a few things about denying the dark parts of your nature. And that we would get through it.” He put his elblows on his knees and rested his forehead on his hands. “That we’d figure it out. That you weren’t alone.” Stab. Twist. He was right. It was just that simple. ↗

— Jim Butcher

#family-love #not-alone #regret #sweet #change

Never be daunted in public' was an early Hemingway phrase that had more than once bolstered me in my timid twenties. I changed it resolutely to 'Never be daunted in private'. - M.F.K. Fisher "A Is for Dining Alone ↗

— Jenni Ferrari-Adler

#change

Maybe I can learn to live in a way that makes it worth writing about, and maybe I can actually become something more than this empty shell. ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#become #change #growing-up #independent #into-the-wild