“It grows because you plant it… That’s how love is,” she used to say. If the love is true, then treat it the same way you would a plant—fertilize it, protect it from the elements—you must do absolutely everything you can. But if it isn’t true, then it’s best to just let it wither on the vine.”
Source: Strange Weather in Tokyo
“I tried to wear my solitude less like a burden than like a badge of honor.”
Source: Wired for Love: A Neuroscientist's Journey Through Romance, Loss, and the Essence of Human Connection
“I'll never be one with this place. A spectator, nothing more. There's a feeling of disconnect I can't shake. I guess it might fade. But I think it's probably just me. I don't belong here.
Deep down, I know the truth. I don't belong anywhere anymore.”
Source: Wonderwall
“A man left in solitude barrows from his patience to pay his tolerance.”
“In a world bustling with voices, the solitude of one's own company becomes a sanctuary. When everything around you craves your presence, the wisdom of being alone shines brightest. Embrace the quiet, for in it, you find the true essence of peace.”
“If there is one more book on the library shelf, that is because there is one less person in life. If I must choose between the shelf and the world, then I prefer the world.”
Source: The Letter Killers Club
“She day-dreams just as I do. She is addicted to her solitude just as I am. She loves watching the rain-drops fall slowly on to the green leaves of an old tree just as I do. She loves drifting in time and time travel just as I do. She loves looking at the waves dashing against the rocks just as I do.”
“I was in the zone, each day biking farther than the last, and becoming ever more accustomed to my solitude. An entire day passed without me speaking to a single human. I did speak though, just to the world. I love talking to the road and to trees and birds. My voice keeps me company.”
Source: To Shake the Sleeping Self: A Journey from Oregon to Patagonia, and a Quest for a Life with No Regret
“Whoever has no house now, will never have one. Whoever is alone will stay alone, will sit, read, write long letters through the evening, and wander on the boulevards, up and down, restlessly, while the dry leaves are blowing.”
Source: Ahead of All Parting: The Selected Poetry and Prose
“I embrace my solitude as a beautiful gift; I will become beautiful through it.”
Source: Reborn: Journals and Notebooks, 1947-1963