- "Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion."
- Silence is beautiful, not awkward. The human tendency to be afraid of something beautiful is awkward.
- Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I’ve never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself: is it worth it? And it just isn’t.
- "Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest."
- "There is pleasure in the pathless woods,There is rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep sea and the music in its roar I love not man the less, but Nature more"
- "I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed, and tranquil, like a full cemetery."
- "I’m addicted to silence and privacy; I wallow in it."
- "I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come."
- Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.
- There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo
- "What Lily craved was the darkness made by enfolding arms, the silence which is not solitude, but compassion holding it's breath."
nov 1 2019 ∞
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