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thepersonalwords · 23 days
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Solitude is the path to visit yourself, it is the path to yourself!
Mehmet Murat ildan
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fromdarzaitoleeza · 11 months
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"Midsummer", d.x.yll/From Franz Kafka diaries 1910-1923
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amicus-noctis · 7 months
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“Writing is utter solitude, the descent into the cold abyss of oneself.” ― Franz Kafka
Painting: "Nocturnal Studies" by Michael Handt
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eelhound · 9 months
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"In today's age, it has become intolerable to 'withdraw ourselves,' or else this withdrawal must be announced, scheduled, and registered. The secret garden is identified by a sign, which means that it is no longer secret. Gentleness is in this withdrawal, which is accompanied by its secondary virtues: tact, subtlety, reserve, discretion. To not show ourselves, to set ourselves aside, and to guard ourselves are crowned by the last mystery that allows thinking, a certain suspension of identity."
- Anne Dufourmantelle, from Power of Gentleness: Meditations on the Risk of Living, 2018.
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aviationgeek71 · 24 days
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"Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong." — Winston Churchill
Zanesville, Ohio. March 18, 2024.
By @aviationgeek71
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beljar · 2 years
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How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.
Virginia Woolf, from the waves, 1931
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Here we all are same who like to live like this i guess .
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heypurpleeagle · 2 years
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"The beauty of moon is nothing without the sun,
that it showers light ,hiding under the cover.
Yet,we hate how sun blazes our skin and loves moon giving us tranquil."
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secretivedreams · 10 months
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But I have sometimes thought that a woman's nature is like a great house full of rooms: there is the hall, through which everyone passes in going in and out; the drawing-room, where one receives formal visits; the sitting-room, where the members of the family come and go as they list; but beyond that, far beyond, are other rooms, the handles of whose doors perhaps are never turned; no one knows the way to them, no one knows whither they lead; and in the innermost room, the holy of holies, the soul sits alone and waits for a footstep that never comes.
- Edith Wharton, The Ghost Stories of Edith Wharton
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incompleteddiaries · 1 year
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“How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself."
-Virginia Woolf (The Waves)
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dramajunkyy · 2 years
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ronk · 1 year
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“...a silvery silence, not a solitude...” Herman Melville, Moby-Dick; or, The Whale
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amicus-noctis · 9 months
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pithia · 2 years
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It's going to be okay, this solitude, this lovelessness, this schoollessness, this unstructure, this floating, this sinking. It's going to suit me. I'm going to mire in it until I'm cooked.
from Hex by Rebecca Dinerstein Knight
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“Around people
if I feel I’m gonna die
I excuse myself
telling them “I gotta go!”
“Go where?” they wanna know
I don’t answer
I just get outa there
away from them
because somehow
they sense something wrong
and never know what to do
it scares them such suddenness
How awful
to just sit there
and they asking:
“Are you okay?”
“Can we get you something?”
“Want to lie down?”
Ye gods! people!
who wants to die amongst people?!
Especially when they can’t do shit
To the movies — to the movies
that’s where I hurry to
when I feel I’m going to die
So far it’s worked.”
Gregory Corso typing a poem at The Rare Book Room in New York 1989. Photo by Dario Bellini
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beljar · 2 years
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A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free.
Arthur Schopenhauer, Essays and Aphorisms, 1851
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