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loneliness men suffering
Emile M. Cioran The truly solitary being is not the man who is abandoned by men, but the man who suffers in their midst, who drags his desert through the marketplace and deploys his talents as a smiling leper, a mountebank of the irreparable.
loneliness being-alone doors
Epictetus When you close your doors, and make darkness within, remember never to say that you are alone, for you are not alone; nay, God is within, and your genius is within. And what need have they of light to see what you are doing?
loneliness political world
Emily Carr You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.
loneliness self hands
Nhat Hanh I hold my face in my two hands. No, I am not crying. I hold my face in my two hands to keep the loneliness warm - two hands protecting, two hands nourishing, two hands preventing my soul from leaving me in anger.
loneliness mirrors
Jodi Picoult Loneliness is a mirror, and recognizes itself.
loneliness diaries journal
Kenneth Williams Fundamentally, diaries are about loneliness.
loneliness space understood
Patti Smith I understood that in this small space of time we had mutually surrendered our loneliness and replaced it with trust.
loneliness being-alone space
Marya Mannes The great omission in American life is solitude; not loneliness, for this is an alienation that thrives most in the midst of crowds, but that zone of time and space, free from the outside pressures, which is the incubator of the spirit.
spring farewell bird
William Wordsworth Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
spring passion blood
William Ellery Channing It feeds and grows on the blood which it sheds. The passions , from which it springs, gain strength and fury from indulgence.
spring reading writing
Sarah Vowell If I'm still wistful about On the Road, I look on the rest of the Kerouac oeuvre--the poems, the poems!--in horror. Read Satori in Paris lately? But if I had never read Jack Kerouac's horrendous poems, I never would have had the guts to write horrendous poems myself. I never would have signed up for Mrs. Safford's poetry class the spring of junior year, which led me to poetry readings, which introduced me to bad red wine, and after that it's all just one big blurry condemned path to journalism and San Francisco.
spring fall eye
Sara Teasdale Stephen kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest, Robin’s lost in play, But the kiss in Colin’s eyes Haunts me night and day.
spring war rain
Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.
spring moving heart
Sara Teasdale The spring is fresh and fearless And every leaf is new, The world is brimmed with moonlight, The lilac brimmed with dew. Here in the moving shadows I catch my breath and sing - My heart is fresh and fearless And over-brimmed with spring.
spring april
Sara Teasdale I could not be so sure of Spring / Save that it sings in me.
spring flower writing
Samuel Johnson When a poet mentions the spring, we know that the zephyrs are about to whisper, that the groves are to recover their verdure, the linnets to warble forth their notes of love, and the flocks and herds to frisk over vales painted with flowers: yet, who is there so insensible of the beauties of nature, so little delighted with the renovation of the world, as not to feel his heart bound at the mention of the spring?
spring winter play
Samuel Johnson It is a hopeless endeavour to unite the contrarieties of spring and winter; it is unjust to claim the privileges of age, and retain the play-things of childhood.
being-alone whole
Vincent Van Gogh Often whole days pass without my speaking to anyone.
being-alone creativity careers
Marilyn Monroe A career is born in public - talent in privacy.
being-alone water doing-nothing
Rabindranath Tagore Let my doing nothing when I have nothing to do, become untroubled in its depth of peace, like the evening in the seashore when the water is silent.
being-alone acceptance ready
Desmond Tutu We must be ready to learn from one another, not claiming that we alone possess all truth and that somehow we have a corner on God.
being-alone people together
Chuck Palahniuk People used what they called a telephone because they hated being close together and they were scared of being alone.
being-alone asks
Jefferson Davis All we ask is to be let alone.
being-alone giving feelings
Giacomo Casanova I know that I have lived because I have felt, and, feeling giving me the knowledge of my existence.
being-alone impression my-own
Claude Monet My work is always better when I am alone and follow my own impressions.