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  • It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. (Sylvia Plath)
  • My passionate sense of social justice and social responsibility has always contrasted oddly with my pronounced lack of need for direct contact with other human beings and human communities. I am truly a 'lone traveler' and have never belonged to my country, my home, my friends, or even my immediate family, with my whole heart; in the face of all these ties, I have never lost a sense of distance and a need for solitude. (Albert Einstein)
  • Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self. (May Sarton)
  • Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they've all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe. (A Game of You by Neil Gaiman)
  • It is not raining now, but it rained all day - a rain scented with lilacs. I like all kinds of weather and I like rainy days - soft, misty, rainy days when the Wind Woman just shakes the tops of the spruces gently; and wild, tempestuous, streaming rainy days. I like being shut in by the rain - I like to hear it thudding on the roof, and beating on the panes and pouring off the eaves, while the Wind Woman skirls like a mad old witch in the woods, and through the garden. (Emily Climbs by L.M. Montgomery)
  • One need not be a chamber to be haunted, one need not be a house; the brain has corridors surpassing material place. (Emily Dickinson)
  • My own mind I suppose claws me. Analysed: headache; guilt; remorseā€¦ Is it that I lack will? How can I get sensible? How to live it over? I mind so much. (Virginia Woolf)
  • Because that's the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don't want to let it go. It becomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I want to nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It's mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in its arms and not wake up for a long, long time. (Lola and the Boy Next Door by Stephanie Perkins)
  • I'm almost never serious, and I'm always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I'm like a collection of paradoxes. (Ferdinand de Saussure)
  • I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself. (unknown)
  • I've never been lonely. I've been in a room -- I've felt suicidal. I've been depressed. I've felt awful -- awful beyond all -- but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me...or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude. It's being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. (Charles Bukowski)
  • The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned. (Maya Angelou)
  • I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence. (Virginia Woolf)
  • Develop what you have; love your child. I do not love children. I am thankful to have none. I can play with their beauty and charm, but that is all -- nothing real, not one scrap of what there ought to be. (Howards End by E.M. Forster)
  • Oh, if I could only have a house of my own - ever so poor, so tiny - but my own! (The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery)
  • The absolute freedom of it all was unbelievable. They could do exactly as they liked. No Mrs. Grundy. No traditions. No relatives. Or in-laws. 'Peace, perfect peace, with loved ones far away,' as Barney quoted shamelessly. (The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery)
  • 'I don't see how you can be contented to live up back,' sighed Cousin Georgiana. 'It's so out of the world.'
    • 'Contented!' Valancy laughed. What was the use of trying to explain to Cousin Georgiana. 'It is,' she agreed, 'most gloriously and entirely out of the world.' (The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery)
  • Feelings are complex and not meant to be expressed in words. (skudge)
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