Posts tagged "solitude"
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Notes: 53 / 6 months ago"If we could sniff or swallow something that would, for five or six hours each day, abolish our solitude as individuals, atone us with our fellows in a glowing exaltation of affection and make life in all its aspects seem not only worth living, but divinely beautiful and significant, and if this heavenly, world-transfiguring drug were of such a kind that we could wake up next morning with a clear head and an undamaged constitution — then, it seems to me, all our problems (and not merely the one small problem of discovering a novel pleasure) would be wholly solved and earth would become paradise."- from Wanted, a New Pleasure, 1931 by Aldous Huxley [July 26, 1894 -November 22, 1963]
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Notes: 424 / 7 months ago"Freedom is the possibility of isolation. You are free if you can withdraw from people, not having to seek them out for the sake of money, company, love, glory or curiosity, none of which can thrive in silence and solitude. If you can’t live alone, you were born a slave."- Fernando Pessoa - Bernardo Soares, ”The Book of Disquiet” (from Text 283)
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Notes: 563 / 1 year ago from liquidnight"Solitude is the profoundest fact of the human condition. Man is the only being who knows he is alone."-
Octavio Paz, The Labyrinth of Solitude
from liquidnight
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Notes: 262 / 1 year ago from iwriteformyselfandstrangers (originally from winterling)"Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing."-
Eve Ensler
from winterling
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Notes: 114 / 1 year ago"Being solitary is being alone well: being alone luxuriously immersed in doings of your own choice, aware of the fullness of your won presence rather than of the absence of others. Because solitude is an achievement."- Alice Koller
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Notes: 250 / 1 year ago from liquidnight
Walter Sanders, Fog in New York, January 1, 1950
From the LIFE magazine Photo Archive
courtesy of liquidnight
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Notes: 466 / 1 year ago from liquidnight"I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough
to make every hour holy.
I am too small in the world, and yet not tiny enough
just to stand before you like a thing,
dark and shrewd.
I want my will, and I want to be with my will
as it moves towards deed;
and in those quiet, somehow hesitating times,
when something is approaching,
I want to be with those who are wise
or else alone."- Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours from liquidnight -
Notes: 32 / 1 year ago from bookmarklet
sam / alone, Novi Sad, 1963 by Tomislav Peternek
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Notes: 235 / 1 year ago from turnofthecentury
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Notes: 238 / 1 year ago from liquidnight"There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."-
Colette, Freedom
from liquidnight
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Notes: 46 / 1 year ago
Novo Groblje / New Cemetery, Belgrade 2011
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Notes: 993 / 1 year ago
![Étude de la Crucifixion,c.1914 [see also] by František Drtikol](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lps7evSdbn1qztk1wo1_500.jpg)
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Notes: 24 / 1 year ago from bookmarklet
![Renee © CM [Christy Marie]
from La Lettre](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lqaqsc0Y6l1qztk1wo1_500.jpg)
Renee © CM [Christy Marie]
from La Lettre
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Notes: 70 / 1 year ago"There are days when solitude, for someone my age, is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall."- Colette, Freedom,1908
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Notes: 81 / 1 year ago from bookmarklet
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
Henry David Thoreau, Walden, 1854
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