“To speak your Heart out nothing can be better than Night and Acoustic guitar !!”
“One of the rocks in my soulbag, a little grey rock that I had picked up on a certain day in a certain place in the hills above the river in the Silver Time, a little piece of my world, that became my world. Every night I took it out and held it in my hand while I lay in bed waiting to sleep, thinking of the sunlight on the hills above the river, listening to the soft shushing of the ship’s systems, like a mechanical sea.”
“Solitude I seek. In solitude, I live.”
“Company is a burden to those at home in the solitude of their souls.”
“Caminhei por entre as árvores gigantescas, a sentir o peso da minha pequenez. Por momentos senti-me aliviada; se o mundo era tão grande, não devia importar o que uma pessoa tão pequena como eu sentia, podia simplesmente deixar-me ir, largar tudo.”
“Он действительно побывал на том свете, но не смог вынести одиночества и возвратился назад («Сто лет одиночества», Г.Г. Маркес)”
“You end up isolated if you don t cultivate the capacity for solitude, the ability to be separate, to gather yourself. Solitude is where you find yourself so that you can reach out to other people and form real attachments. When we don t have the capacity for solitude, we turn to other people in order to feel less anxious or in order to feel alive. When this happens, we re not able to appreciate who they are. It s as though we re using them as spare parts to support our fragile sense of self. We slip into thinking that always being connected is going to make us feel less alone. But we re at risk, because actually it s the opposite that s true.”
“He prayed for the recovery of that inward privacy which the purpose of his vigil demanded that he seek: a clean parchment of the spirit whereon the words of a summons might be written in his solitude——if that other Immensurable Loneliness which was God stretched forth Its hand to touch his own tiny human loneliness and to mark his vocation there.”
“Souls are like stars. There are thousands upon thousands around us yet we only see a few hundred. We know the names of only a handful of them even though we see them every day. They are just there, they are constant. Some change over the years but some stay exactly the same. We can see that some are in pairs and their whole world revolves around each other. Yet there are stars that exist in solitude. They are alone in the big black vastness of space and they have no hope of reaching others in their lifetime. They burn bright; maybe brighter than most but they are alone. They might have a few things around them but those are insignificant and invisible to the outsider. Sometimes when two stars get closer to each other, they affect the other s course, they become brighter for each other but as time passes they get further and further from one another until they blend into the rest, they become strangers again. But the affect remains and their future will never be the same from then on.”
“Sometimes I look out the window out into the big, bright world and stare at people. Passers-by who live their ordinary lives and experience a full range of extraoridnary emotions. I stare at them for minutes, sometimes hours and then it makes me think, it makes me wonder. Are there people who are born healthy, who are born perfectly normal yet there is something wrong with them? Something nobody feels, nobody understands or questions, something that no one has ever even heard of? What if there are people among us who are capable of truly falling for someone, who are - in all biological, emotional, hormonal, chemical, philosophical senses - capable of loving someone with romantic love but no one in this wide world is capable of requiting that? Is it possible? Is it the fault of that person? Is it perhaps in the genes, the very DNA of someone? Is it perhaps destiny? And those passers-by go along happily without knowing anyone has ever asked something like this and they will probably never think about anything such because there might be only one person in this world who has to experience the feeling, the feeling that is so deeply rooted in a life alone.”
“I prize my downtime, count on it as a writer, a parent, a person. Sometimes I think of Woody Allen s remark about masturbation, that it is sex with someone he loves. I feel as though being alone is hanging out with someone I like.”
“We don not think, in the holy places; we think in bed, afterwards, when the glare, and the the noise, and the confusion are gone, and in fancy we revisit alone, the solemn monuments of the past, and summon the phantom pageants of an age that has passed away.”