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4)Only your inner most feelings in your quietest hour perhaps answer...
5)Questions we ask ourselves in the middle of the day that we are too busy to stay with, and we move on with our to-do lists while somewhere else in the world...
6)The extraordinary circumstances of a solitary and helpless childhood...are so different so complicated, surrendered to so many influences at the same time so cut off from all real connection with life where a vice enters it and one may not simply call it a vice.
7)For the creator must
be a world for himself after this to send it to yourself and your solitude...
8)He never dreams of considering whether the idea is right or wrong. The only thing he considers of any importance is whether tone believes it oneself. Now the value of an idea has nothing whatsoever to do with the sincerity of the man who expresses it. Indeed, the probabilities are that the more insincere the man is, the more purely intellectual will the idea be, as in that case it will not be coloured by either his wants or desires or his prejudices.
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10)The creator is alone, because the creation is his. It is made of his influences and his acquaintances but nobody can create for the creator. That is the product of solitude.
11)Sculptures, paintings, books and all pieces of art are created alone, in solitude. They are the product of struggle and the comforter of loneliness. Independence is difficult and almost unbearable, which builds true grit, and that is what pushes through the coming moments of sadness and changes...character is not formed here, it is solidified through solitude.
12) To appreciate the importance of fitting every human soul for independent action, think for a moment of the immeasurable solitude of self. We come into the world alone, unlike all who have gone before us; we leave it alone under circumstances peculiar to ourselves. No mortal ever has been, no mortal over will be like the soul just launched on the sea of life. There can never again be just such environments as make up the infancy, youth and manhood of this one. Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another. No one has ever found two blades of ribbon grass alike, and no one will never find two human beings alike. Seeing, then, what must be the infinite diversity in human, character, we can in a measure appreciate the loss to a nation when any large class of the people in uneducated and unrepresented in the government. We ask for the complete development of every individual, first, for his own benefit and happiness. In fitting out an army we give each soldier his own knapsack, arms, powder, his blanket, cup, knife, fork and spoon. We provide alike for all their individual necessities, then each man bears his own burden.
13)It seems to me that almost all our sadness are moments of tension which we feel as paralysis because we no longer here are astonished emotions living because we're alone with the unfamiliar presence that has entered us everything we trust and are used to is for a moment taken away from us
14)I may as well be on vacation when sad, because it is as if I do not exist. Not to the people around me, but to myself. The feeling makes me believe that I am not home, I am somewhere far away, alone.
15)When I leave town, I never tell people where I am going. If I did I would lose all my pleasure...
16)...of being lost. Being lost creates space for those tough questions that I want to ask but have not the time. The question that presses me...
17)most of all: ask yourself in the most silent hour of your night: must I?
18)It is a silly habit, dare I say, but somehow it seems to bring a great deal of romance into one's life...
19)...[Because] as a traveler approaches this place from any direction, he moves more and more slowly. His heartbeats grow farther apart, his breathing slackens, his temperature drops, his thoughts diminish, until he reaches dead center and stops.
20)...and in that moment, he asks himself what to do. The questioner must come up with the answer, as he feels the pressure of his own question and the pressure of his own impatience for an answer. In that moment...
21)...just the wish that you may find in yourself enough patience sure and enough simplicity to have faith that you may game or more confidence in what is difficult and in your solitude other people. and as for the rest let life happen to you
22)As it happens for everyone else, each searching for the best of something, the richest, the fastest, the smartest, the prettiest.
23)Beauty, real beauty, ends where an intellectual expression begins Intellect is in itself a mode of exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to thing, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are!
24)Like aliens, perfectly alien, but...
25) ...have you ever given any thought to the fact that you are a Martian yourself?
It is obviously unlikely that you will ever stumble upon a creature from another planet. We do not even know that there is life on other planets. But you might stumble upon yourself one day. You might suddenly stop short and see yourself in a completely new light. On just such a walk in the woods. I am an extraordinary being, you think. I am a mysterious creature.
You feel as if you are waking from an enchanted slumber. Who am I? you ask. You know that you are stumbling around on a planet in the universe. But what is the universe?
If you discover yourself in this manner you will have discovered something as mysterious as the Martian we just mentioned. You will not only have seen a being from outer space. You will feel deep down that you are yourself an extraordinary being.
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27) You asked me if you have asked others before this you compare them with other poems and you're upset when certain editors reject your work
1)Stendhal
2)E.E. Cummings Packet poem #1
3)Photography, David Olkarny. " L'art De Tomber Dans La Solitude." Flickr. Yahoo!, 01 June 2011. Web. 15 Apr. 2013.
4)Rilke, Rainer Maria. Letters to a Young Poet. Mitchell, 1984
5) Original
6)Rilke ()
"Stock Photo - Fine Art." 123RF Stock Photos. N.p., n.d. Web. 18 Apr. 2013.
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10) Original
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12) Elizabeth Cady Stanton Speech
13) Rilke (83)
14) Original
15) Wilde, Oscar. The Picture of Dorian Gray. London: Penguin, 2010. Print.16)
17) Rilke (6)
18) Wilde (8)
19)Einstein's Dreams
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21) Rilke (101)
22) Original
23) Wilde (7)
25)Gaarder, Jostein. Sophie's World. New York: Farrar, Straus, Giroux, 1994. (8)
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27) Rilke (5)
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