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“Sometimes, with luck, we find the kind of true friend, male or female, that appears only two or three times in a lucky lifetime, one that will winter us and summer us, grieve, rejoice, and travel with us.”

Quote by Barbara Holland

Book:One's Company: Reflections on Living Alone

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One's Company: Reflections on Living Alone

This book delves into the complexities of living alone, examining the personal growth, challenges, and joys that come with this lifestyle. It provides a thoughtful examination of the human condition and the unique perspectives that arise from solitude. more

Author

Barbara Holland

Barbara Holland (April 5, 1933 - September 7, 2010) was a British author known for her unique literary style and profound insights into social issues. more

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“Hospitality, or flinging wide the door to friends and wayfarers alike, was once important, back in a world without motels or safety nets, where a friend might find his castle burnt down or a wayfarer find bandits on his trail.”

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“In civilized places idleness, once the prerequisite for abstract thought, poetry, religion, philosophy, and falling in love, has become a character flaw. In America we've managed to stamp it out almost completely, and few people under forty can remember a single moment of it, even in earliest childhood. The phrase 'spare time' has vanished from the land.”

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“A good-looking piece of scenery anywhere delights the eye and elevates the spirits. Some of us, crude creatures that we are, are merely excited; finer souls draw ethical and spiritual nutrients from the sight.”

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“Are you seeing a psychiatrist?' as a conversation opener would nowadays earn you a punch in the nose, but for fifty years it was a compliment. It meant, 'One can plainly see you are sensitive, intense, and interesting, and therefore neurotic.' Only the dullest of clods trudged around without a neurosis.”

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