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“Solitude is an unmarked place beyond the borders of the map, a place where most fear to tread. It’s no surprise, then, that this is where the greatest secrets and most valuable treasures are hidden.”
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“Sometimes he felt his loneliness. But these moments of solitude and loneliness gave meaning to his existence. He would keep drifting from moment to moment - inhaling the fragrances of these moments like one inhaled from the flowers in a garden!”
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“Everyone experiences the feelings of sadness and loneliness. We might rue our lack of companionship, but some people present a desperate need for aloneness. Being alone allows a person to think, imagine, and take in nature. Because being alone is essential for specific human actions, similar to all other aspects of life, it is a gift.”
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“He was relieved to be alone. He appeared to find happiness in solitude.”
― Fearless and Free: How One Man Changed my Life ǀ Self-help story on life, love and making a fresh start
― Fearless and Free: How One Man Changed my Life ǀ Self-help story on life, love and making a fresh start
“Solitude embraced is the opposite of loneliness”
― Deep Country: Five Years in the Welsh Hills
― Deep Country: Five Years in the Welsh Hills
“Do I really enjoy being alone, I asked myself. or is it simply that I haven't yet met the right people? And what exactly constitutes the “right people” for me? I have to admit that I had no idea. I had no idea about so many things in this world.”
― Serenade of Solitude
― Serenade of Solitude
“Flee, my friend, into your solitude! I see you dazed by the noise of the great men and stung by the stings of the little.
Wood and cliff know worthily how to keep silent with you. Be once more like the tree that you love, the broad-branching one: silent and listening it hangs over the sea.
Where solitude ends, there begins the market place; and where the market place begins, there begins too the noise of the great actors and the buzzing of poisonous flies.”
― Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Wood and cliff know worthily how to keep silent with you. Be once more like the tree that you love, the broad-branching one: silent and listening it hangs over the sea.
Where solitude ends, there begins the market place; and where the market place begins, there begins too the noise of the great actors and the buzzing of poisonous flies.”
― Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“Flee, my friend, into your solitude and where raw, strong air blows! It is not your lot to be a shoo-fly.”
― Thus Spoke Zarathustra
― Thus Spoke Zarathustra
“Solitude, the pricy state seeking tranquil air, for errors, for apologies, behold! a calm down side, beneath the sloppy, hilly village’s canopying shade, there is the warmth of lonely peace to respite”
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“In life, o human, thy solitude is constant.
But you can make the most of it by doing what you love.”
― Frenemy
But you can make the most of it by doing what you love.”
― Frenemy
“Solitude can lead to a tunnel within ourselves at the end of which is a room we didn't even know was there.”
― Write for Your Life
― Write for Your Life
“I must admit that over time, being single and in solitude can eventually lead to feelings of loneliness. That's at least how I feel about it.”
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“They say when one door closes, another opens or there's a window open somewhere.
But what if I keep the door closed for sometime, freeze the moment for a while, and look inside the closets of my heart and take a gentle stroll outside without walking inside of any door, or peeping inside of a window?
What if the door I have been looking for has always been the lock of my mind, the key being Silence resonating in my heart only audible when the pelting of doors and windows are hushed for a while?”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
But what if I keep the door closed for sometime, freeze the moment for a while, and look inside the closets of my heart and take a gentle stroll outside without walking inside of any door, or peeping inside of a window?
What if the door I have been looking for has always been the lock of my mind, the key being Silence resonating in my heart only audible when the pelting of doors and windows are hushed for a while?”
― A Whispering Leaf. . .
“I’m Fine
I stand on the precipice of solitude,
A tempest raging within, unseen by all.
They depart, like autumn leaves in the wind,
Their absence a hollow echo, a fading call.
I don’t care who leaves my life,
Their footsteps erased from the sands of time. The bonds we wove, now frayed and brittle, Yet I stand resolute, unyielding, in my prime.
The pain, a searing fire, consumes my chest, Anger coils like vipers, venomous and cold. They say love is a balm, a healing touch, But what if love itself is the blade that unfolds?
I lose them, one by one, like stars in the night, Their constellations fading, swallowed by the void. Yet I cling to my essence, my fractured soul, For in this desolation, I find strength, unalloyed.
I don’t care who I lose, for they are but shadows, Their laughter, their tears, mere echoes in the gale. As long as I don’t lose myself, my core unshaken, I’ll wear this mask of indifference, my heart’s veiled tale.
So let them depart, let them fade into oblivion, I’ll stand here, battered and scarred, but alive. For I am the tempest, the flame, the unyielding force, And in this fractured existence, I’m fine”
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I stand on the precipice of solitude,
A tempest raging within, unseen by all.
They depart, like autumn leaves in the wind,
Their absence a hollow echo, a fading call.
I don’t care who leaves my life,
Their footsteps erased from the sands of time. The bonds we wove, now frayed and brittle, Yet I stand resolute, unyielding, in my prime.
The pain, a searing fire, consumes my chest, Anger coils like vipers, venomous and cold. They say love is a balm, a healing touch, But what if love itself is the blade that unfolds?
I lose them, one by one, like stars in the night, Their constellations fading, swallowed by the void. Yet I cling to my essence, my fractured soul, For in this desolation, I find strength, unalloyed.
I don’t care who I lose, for they are but shadows, Their laughter, their tears, mere echoes in the gale. As long as I don’t lose myself, my core unshaken, I’ll wear this mask of indifference, my heart’s veiled tale.
So let them depart, let them fade into oblivion, I’ll stand here, battered and scarred, but alive. For I am the tempest, the flame, the unyielding force, And in this fractured existence, I’m fine”
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“In the quiet of my hollow existence, I yearn for solitude’s tender embrace. Let the world fade like autumn leaves, their voices mere whispers in the wind. Amid forgotten corners, silence echoes my pain. Sunsets weep, staining the sky with sorrow, as I tread the path of sadness. My fragile heart harbors no anger—only a desperate plea: “Leave me alone, leave me alone.”
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“El bosc, aleshores, era per mi una verdor atapeïda que m'esporuguia, perquè era un risc, i un pou, i se'm glaçava la solitud enmig de la natura, i era tan frondosa que sempre temia que m'engoliria i em fondria, i que després no en quedaria res, de mi.”
― Napalm al cor
― Napalm al cor
“Stoicism does not mean continued solitude or isolation, but it emphasises the importance of flexibility in different circumstances.”
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“The truth is, I liked being alone. I craved that time to
wander through the endless maze of my own thoughts and daydreams. I made peace with myself long ago. I wanted nothing more. I felt complete and was content—at least until I became aware of the existence of the dark night.”
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wander through the endless maze of my own thoughts and daydreams. I made peace with myself long ago. I wanted nothing more. I felt complete and was content—at least until I became aware of the existence of the dark night.”
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“There was always the door,
but I was locked in by the room,
I declared my own sentence
and never let them assume,
While they drank away their fear,
I coffeeed my noon,
They said I could never have the sun so
I bid on the moon.”
― Ethereal
but I was locked in by the room,
I declared my own sentence
and never let them assume,
While they drank away their fear,
I coffeeed my noon,
They said I could never have the sun so
I bid on the moon.”
― Ethereal
“The rumors heard by the walls,
And the ceiling witnessed the scene.
The walls in my room gather at the corners
Just to gossip about me.”
― Ethereal
And the ceiling witnessed the scene.
The walls in my room gather at the corners
Just to gossip about me.”
― Ethereal
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