#solitude

Do your work for six years; but in the seventh, go into solitude or among strangers, so that the memory of your friends does not hinder you from being what you have become. ↗

— Leo Szilard

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Solitude is very important in my work as a mode of inspiration, but isolation is not good in this respect. I am not writing poetry about isolation. ↗

— Wislawa Szymborska

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I like the idea of isolation, I like the idea of solitude. You can be connected and have a phone and still be lonely. ↗

— Paul Theroux

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But the delights of solitude don't only consist of dreaming. Next in enjoyment, I think, comes planning. ↗

— Anna Neagle

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In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude. But with action came anxiety, and the sense of insuperable effort made to match the dream, and with it came weariness, discouragement, and the flight into solitude again. And then in solitude, in the opium den of remembrance, the possibility of pleasure again. What was she seeking to salvage from the daily current of living, what sudden revulsions drove her back into the solitary cell of the dream? ↗

— Anaïs Nin

#solitude #dreams

Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances. ↗

— William Powell

#cultivate #few #friends #merriment #mob

...since I realized that he (Picasso) lived in a self-enclosed world and that his solitude was therefore total, I wanted to explore my own solitude. ↗

— Françoise Gilot

#life

However, the serious seeker of detachment will have to embrace the Holy Trinity of Ss - Solitude, Stillness and Silence - and reject the new religion of Commotionism, which believes that the meaning of life is constant company, movement and noise. ↗

— Michael Foley

#detachment #solitude #life

Always. At every moment, asleep and awake, during the most sublime and most abject moments, Amaranta thought of Rebeca, because solitude had made a selection in her memory and had burned the dimming piles of nostalgic waste that life had accumulated in her heart, and had purified, magnified, and eternalized the others, the most bitter ones. ↗

— Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

#solitude #life

My wish has always been to write my own story, to create a life that’s worth writing about. But is a story worth anything at all if I have no one to tell it to? ↗

— Charlotte Eriksson

#life-and-living #life-story #loneliness #solitude #story