#loneliness

It's so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there's this part of me that's achingly lonely I could die. ↗

— Hannah Harrington

#lonely #space #lonely

Lonely was much better than alone. ↗

— Toni Morrison

#solitude #lonely

Half of the time I don't know what they're talking about; their jokes seem to relate to a past that everyone but me has shared. I'm a foreigner in the world and I don't understand the language. ↗

— Jean Webster

#lonely #out-of-place #outcast #outsider #lonely

Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self. ↗

— May Sarton

#loneliness #solitude #rich

[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. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#solitude #poets

there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along.... ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#solitude #poets

l(a le af fa ll s)o ne li ne ss ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poem #poem

One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, "We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life." The Fog Horn blew. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#fog #loneliness #sadness #life

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#vanity

Being alone is best. I mean, it's true, isn't it? In the end you'll be absolutely alone; therefore, being alone is natural. If you accept that, nothing bad can happen. That's why I shut myself away in my six-mat one-room apartment. ↗

— Tatsuhiko Takimoto

#nature