Albert Camus, Notebooks 1942-1951. (via dronegirl)
Fernando Pessoa
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
Johann Heinrich Füssli (1741 - 1825) - The Loneliness at Dawn
Les Guérillères, Monique Wittig
Frederick Leighton - Solitude
Hélène Cixous, Hyperdream (tr. Beverly Bie Brahic)
Keep your secrets, cherish your solitude, guard your heart close. Let no one convince you that you are anything less than whole alone.
Philip Pullman, excerpt of “Imaginary Friends”, in Daemon Voices: On Stories and Storytelling
Andrei Tarkovsky: A Poet in the Cinema
Virginia Woolf, from The Waves
Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
I have so much love and respect for women who are honest about their own loneliness but also find the good in it like when audrey hepburn said “I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel” and when charlotte bronte said “I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself” and when jenny slate said “I think I’ve come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am. But that’s why I want to do comedy, and why I want to connect with people. You can use that ribbon to be a part of a finer tapestry, or you can choke yourself out with it! Your choice!” and when mary oliver said “whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things”
The Prince and the Showgirl (1957) dir. Laurence Olivier
Les hautes solitudes, 1974, Philippe Garrel
Waiting for the train in Chicago, 1960