#solitude

Solitude sharpens awareness of small pleasures otherwise lost. ↗

— Kevin Patterson

#lost #otherwise #pleasures #sharpens #small

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

But I think there's something wonderful and extraordinary about climbing on your own and just that kind of relationship to the environment. I'm very addicted to the mountains. You know, so, I do like that solitude. ↗

— Andy Serkis

#addicted #climbing #environment #extraordinary #i

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

He who lives in solitude may make his own laws. ↗

— Publilius Syrus

#laws #lives #make #may #own

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest. ↗

— Mike Norton

#bare #bloom #creative #creativity #cultivate

There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall. ↗

— Colette

#age

He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon. ↗

— Jean-Paul Sartre

#philosophy #solitude #age

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

Solitude is the house of peace. ↗

— T.F. Hodge

#peace #quiet #quotes #seclusion #serenity