#lone

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#solitude #poets

I just did some calculations and I've been able to determine that you're full of shit. ↗

— John Green

#determination

l(a le af fa ll s)o ne li ne ss ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poem #poem

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. ↗

— Matthew Gregory Lewis

#contentment #discontentment #hermit #hermits #hopelessness

I hold the world but as the world, Gratiano! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#melancholy #melancholy

DeWitt: Loneliness leads to nothing good, only detachment. And sometimes the people who most need to reach out are the people least capable of it. ↗

— Jane Espenson

#dollhouse #helplessness #loneliness #connection

The pain of being alone is completely out of this world, isn't it? I don't know why, but I understand your feelings so much, it actually hurts. ↗

— Masashi Kishimoto

#naruto #understanding #loneliness

Loneliness in a crowd of people was the worst kind of loneliness, but she couldn't help it. ↗

— Lauren Kate

#loneliness

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well. ↗

— Elizabeth Gilbert

#loneliness #loneliness

We walk alone through this world, but if we're lucky, we have a moment of belonging to something, to someone, that sustains us through a lifetime of loneliness. ↗

— Paullina Simons

#tatiana-alexander #tatiana-metanova #loneliness