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Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.
No matter how close to yours another's steps have grown, in the end there is one dance you'll do alone.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars read more
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. - Love's Cure, 1647.
He never is alone that is accompanied with noble thoughts. - Love's Cure, 1647.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
Don't knock the weather; nine-tenths of the people couldn't start a conversation if it didn't change once in a while.
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone. - read more
Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone. - The Labyrinth of Solitude, 1950.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy read more
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet. - Lacon, 1825.
