#lone

...I also believe that introversion is my greatest strength. I have such a strong inner life that I’m never bored and only occasionally lonely. No matter what mayhem is happening around me, I know I can always turn inward. ↗

— Susan Cain

#inner-life #introversion #loneliness #strengths #life

When I was younger, many of my romantic escapades were just a means of simply avoiding being by myself. I was afraid of feeling lonely, afraid I wouldn't know what to say to myself. ↗

— Michael Zaslow

#avoiding #being #feeling #i #just

I now understood that real secrets were lonely. They planted themselves inside of you and expanded, until you felt like that was all you were-a lonely little secret, isolated in your experiences. ↗

— Yvonne Woon

#secrets #beauty

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

She didn't want to go far, just out of the trees so she could see the stars. They always eased her loneliness. She thought of them as beautiful creatures, burning and cold; each solitary, and bleak, and silent like her. ↗

— Kristin Cashore

#loneliness #silence #solitary #stars #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

... even though it was beautiful and comfortable, and even though it was the world, it was also a little bit boring. No, wait. Maybe boring isn’t the right word. What’s the word I’m wanting here? Lonely. That’s it. It was a little bit lonely. ↗

— Catherine Ryan Hyde

#boring #comfortable #lonely #beauty

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

Orpheus never liked words. He had his music. He would get a funny look on his face and I would say what are you thinking about and he would always be thinking about music. If we were in a restaurant sometimes Orpheus would look sullen and wouldn't talk to me and I thought people felt sorry for me. I should have realized that women envied me. Their husbands talked too much. But I wanted to talk to him about my notions. I was working on a new philosophical system. It involved hats. This is what it is to love an artist: The moon is always rising above your house. The houses of your neighbors look dull and lacking in moonlight. But he is always going away from you. Inside his head there is always something more beautiful. Orpheus said the mind is a slide ruler. It can fit around anything. Show me your body, he said. It only means one thing. ↗

— Sarah Ruhl

#loneliness #love #marriage #philosophy #plays