The concept of loneliness and exile and self-sufficiency continually bucks me up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The whole conviction of my life now rests upon the belief that loneliness, far from being a rare and curious phenomenon, peculiar to myself and to a few other solitary men, is the central and inevitable fact of human existence.
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
Loneliness and hunger were my fortunes of creation.
At the innermost core of all loneliness is a deep and powerful yearning for union with one's lost self.
Yet it is in this loneliness that the deepest activities begin. It is here that you discover act without motion, labor that is profound repose, vision in obscurity, and, beyond all desire, a fulfillment whose limits extend to infinity.
I try to factor solitude into my life because more and more, that's becoming a very precious and rare commodity.
Loneliness expresses the pain of being alone and solitude expresses the glory of being alone.
Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.
There's a difference between solitude and loneliness. I can understand the concept of being a monk for a while.
Loneliness is the ultimate poverty.