I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Solitude is painful when one is young, but delightful when one is more mature.
Solitude terrifies the soul at twenty.
Being a good host offsets the deprivation and loneliness of my youth.
As I've gotten older I've occasionally found myself nostalgic for earlier periods of solitude, though I realize that's also likely a false nostalgia, as I know there was nothing I wanted more during those periods than to not be alone, whatever that means.
Solitude has its own very strange beauty to it.
The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.
I've lived on my own since I was 18, and I really love living alone. That, to me, is just great.
Solitude sharpens awareness of small pleasures otherwise lost.
Solitude is pleasant. Loneliness is not.
This great misfortune - to be incapable of solitude.
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