#loneliness

there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along.... ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#solitude #poets

l(a le af fa ll s)o ne li ne ss ↗

— E.E. Cummings

#poem #poem

It's not the job of this town to make me feel happy. It's not this town´s fault that I don't feel I fit in. It doesn't matter where you are in the world, because it's about where you are in your head. It's about the other world I inhabit. The world of dreams, hope, imagination, and memories. I'm happy up here, and because of that I'm happy up there too ↗

— Cecelia Ahern

#loneliness #philosophy-of-life-people #dreams

I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me. ↗

— T.S. Eliot

#mermaid #observation #singing #love

One day many years ago a man walked along and stood in the sound of the ocean on a cold sunless shore and said, "We need a voice to call across the water, to warn ships; I'll make one. I'll make a voice like all of time and all of the fog that ever was; I'll make a voice that is like an empty bed beside you all night long, and like an empty house when you open the door, and like trees in autumn with no leaves. A sound like the birds flying south, crying, and a sound like November wind and the sea on the hard, cold shore. I'll make a sound that's so alone that no one can miss it, that whoever hears it will weep in their souls, and hearths will seem warmer, and being inside will seem better to all who hear it in the distant towns. I'll make me a sound and an apparatus and they'll call it a Fog Horn and whoever hears it will know the sadness of eternity and the briefness of life." The Fog Horn blew. ↗

— Ray Bradbury

#fog #loneliness #sadness #life

In the midst of friends, home, and kind parents, she was alone. ↗

— William Makepeace Thackeray

#vanity

I often think of you all, one cannot do what one wants in life. The more you feel attached to a spot, the more ruthlessly you are compelled to leave it, but the memories remain, and one remembers - as in a looking glass, darkly - one's absent friends. ↗

— Vincent Van Gogh

#loss #moving-forward #solitude #the-yellow-house #life

We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #spirituality #love

I'm not much but I'm all I have. ↗

— Philip K. Dick

#optimism #responsibility #time #responsibility

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full and yet seems empty. It hurts us. ↗

— Jackson Pearce

#emotions #emptiness #empty #fathomless #jackson-pearce