#solitude

Real misanthropes are not found in solitude, but in the world; since it is experience of life, and not philosophy, which produces real hatred of mankind. ↗

— Giacomo Leopardi

#found #hatred #life #mankind #philosophy

The human voice cannot mount up into these boundless solitudes. ↗

— Alberto Santos Dumont

#cannot #human #human voice #into #mount

I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone. ↗

— Christina Ricci

#being #book #entire #finally #getting

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

— May Sarton

#poverty #richness #self #solitude

There is a fellowship more quiet even than solitude, and which, rightly understood, is solitude made perfect. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#fellowship #made #more #perfect #quiet

Everyone needs solitude, especially a person who is used to thinking about what she experiences. 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

#am #especially #everyone #experiences #good

I really do work in solitude. ↗

— Donna Tartt

#really #solitude #work

Michael wasn't on the pool deck, which was hard for me. None of my old Coral Springs teammates were around. Still, that old plane of cement felt like home. I folded my clothes and put them on the bench. I placed my water bottle under my starting block, and I dove in. Once again, I felt that ultimate state of transition, my feet no longer on the ground, my hands not yet in the water. ↗

— Dara Torres

#home #peace #solitude #swimming #age

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude ↗

— William Wordsworth

#solitude #business

The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed. ↗

— Charles Dickens

#life #sadness #solitude #spirit #change