#solitude

Solitude shows us what should be; society shows us what we are. ↗

— Robert Cecil

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Solitude sharpens awareness of small pleasures otherwise lost. ↗

— Kevin Patterson

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Solitude cherishes great virtues and destroys little ones. ↗

— Sydney Smith

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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

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

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

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