#solitude

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#consists #each #greet #other #protect

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#bond #each #highest #hold #i

Solitude is un-American. ↗

— Erica Jong

#un-american

What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy. ↗

— Salman Rushdie

#easily #make #power #room #solitude

In Letters to a Young Poe, Rilke says, 'The highest form of love is to be the protector of another person's solitude.' That's what I want. For other people to love each other without having to partake in them, to possess them, to allow them to be their own inside their solitude, to protect that. I wish people respected each other's aloneness. I wish I could write something very beautiful and erotic without worrying about people wanting to use me to fulfill some fantasy--which I have no control over, and often, has nothing to do with me--inside themselves. ↗

— Kristen Kosmas

#beauty

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

#become #being #does #friends #go

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 #good #i #i am #important

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

#consist #delights #dreaming #enjoyment #i

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