#solitude

But in the end, in the end one is alone. We are all of us alone. I mean I'm told these days we have to consider ourselves as being in society... but in the end one knows one is alone, that one lives at the heart of a solitude. ↗

— Harold Bloom

#being #consider #days #end #heart

I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does. ↗

— Jorge Luis Borges

#cannot #details #does #i #idle

I love hotels for their solitude and comfort, but I believe a seedy one can have as much promise as a plush one. ↗

— Freema Agyeman

#comfort #hotels #i #i believe #i love

I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#companionable #found #i #never #solitude

Solitude would be ideal if you could pick the people to avoid. ↗

— Karl Kraus

#could #ideal #people #pick #solitude

I don't mind solitude. I love talking to other people, but I do need my space. ↗

— Iris Chang

#i do #i love #love #mind #need

Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone. ↗

— Paul Tillich

#being #being alone #expresses #glory #loneliness

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#death #ennui #solitude #death

Divide the constant tide and random noisiness of energetic flow, with conscious recurring moments of empty mind, solitude, gratitude and deep...slow...breathing. Of this, the natural law of self-preservation demands. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#breathing #conscious #deep #divide #division

Was I being groomed for some special mission? What possible purpose could an existence like mine serve? When I wasn’t drinking in crappy bars, I was home by myself reading: a life that was achingly lonely, and yet perversely designed to prevent anybody from ever getting close enough to really know me. ↗

— Heather King

#sobriety #solitude #design