孤独
Loneliness is the price we pay for self-awareness.
Poetry is the medium through which we confront our own solitude.
Loneliness is not the absence of others, but the absence of oneself.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.
The secret of a good old age is simply an honorable pact with solitude.
The interpretation of our reality through patterns not our own serves only to make us ever more unknown, ever less free, ever more solitary.
You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait. Do not even wait, be quite still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.
Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous—to poetry.
