“I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the
time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating.
I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as
solitude. ” – Henry David Thoreau,
1817-1862, Walden
"What I must do is all that
concerns me, not what the people think. This rule, equally arduous in actual
and in intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness
and meanness. It is the harder because you will always find those who think
they know what is your duty better than you know it. It is easy in the world to
live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own;
but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect
sweetness the independence of solitude." – Ralph Waldo Emerson, 1803-1882, from his essay “Self-Reliance”
“But there’s one more thing I’m
going to include as a form of solitude, and it will seem counterintuitive:
friendship. Of course friendship is the opposite of solitude; it means being
with other people. But I’m talking about one kind of friendship in particular,
the deep friendship of intimate conversation. Long, uninterrupted talk with one
other person. Not Skyping with three people and texting with two others at the
same time while you hang out in a friend’s room listening to music and
studying. That’s what Emerson meant when he said that “the soul environs itself
with friends, that it may enter into a grander self-acquaintance or solitude. Introspection means talking to yourself, and one of the best
ways of talking to yourself is by talking to another person. One other person
you can trust, one other person to whom you can unfold your soul. One other
person you feel safe enough with to allow you to acknowledge things—to
acknowledge things to yourself—that you otherwise can’t. Doubts you aren’t
supposed to have, questions you aren’t supposed to ask. Feelings or opinions
that would get you laughed at by the group or reprimanded by the authorities.” –
William Deresiewicz, born in 1964, from
his essay “Solitude and Leadership”
“There are lonely hours. How can I deny it? There are times
when solitaire becomes solitary, an entirely different game, a prison term, and
the inside of the skull as confining and unbearable as the interior of the house
trailer on a hot day.” – Edward Abbey,
1927-1989, Desert Solitaire
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