#solitary

My first name - I have no middle name - was chosen by my father, as he told me, on that solitary walk in the forested hills. He selected it from a verse of the seventh chapter of Isaiah; there was no Immanuel among our ancestors known to him. ↗

— Immanuel Velikovsky

#ancestors #chapter #chosen #father #first

It did not occur to me that absence of human companionship does not assure solitude. It may, on the contrary, plunge one into an environment compared with which New York or London would appear deserts. For we take memory and imagination with us. The seabirds that scream overhead or waddle along the margins of the surf; the grotesque forms of twisted cedars; the rustle of sea-grass in the wind; the interminable percussion of the breakers; the dead infinity of the sand itself - there can be no solitude, in the sense of freedom from disturbances of thought, in the presence of such things. They draw us back into the maelstrom. ("Absolute Evil") ↗

— Julian Hawthorne

#solitary #solitude #freedom

There's a part of me that wishes I'd never said one single solitary word on any subject publicly. Then I could have been the tortured poet, and there's so much mileage in that. But it's too late to stop now. ↗

— Richard Thompson

#been #could #i #late #me

Mark all mathematical heads which be wholly and only bent on these sciences, how solitary they be themselves, how unfit to live with others, how unapt to serve the world. ↗

— Roger Ascham

#heads #how #live #mark #mathematical

Composition has almost always been solitary. ↗

— Wendy Carlos

#always #been #composition #solitary

The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also. ↗

— Seamus Heaney

#comes #completely #crises #crisis #gets

There's something about the water - that solitary kind of peaceful feeling. You're on Earth but not quite. ↗

— John C. Reilly

#earth #feeling #kind #peaceful #quite

I own a crevice stuffed with moss and a couch of lemming fur; I sit and listen to the music of water dripping on a distant stone. Or I sing to myself of stealth and loneliness No one comes to see me but I hear outside the scratching of claws, the warm, inquisitive breath … (from 'The Hermitage') ↗

— John Meade Haines

#wilderness #music

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#lucky #million #realities #solitary #totally

True solidarity is only possible among the solitary. ↗

— Jose Bergamin

#only #possible #solidarity #solitary #true