{"quotes":[{"text":"A major determining factor by which a superior human can be isolated from his average counterparts is his very isolation—the degree to which he naturally removes himself from mass-media input and stimuli. You cannot be an elitist, a Magician, and be plugged into the system.","author":"Anton Szandor LaVey","tags":["isolation","magic","media","satanism","seclusion","solace","tv"],"id":58325,"author_id":"Anton+Szandor+LaVey"},{"text":"All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.","author":"Virginia Woolf","tags":["invisibility","seclusion","silence","solitude"],"id":92286,"author_id":"Virginia+Woolf"},{"text":"Why I Cannot Relate'What do you think of this piece?' Someone will askAbout some work or form of expression in timeWhat does it mean? They wantMeTo tell them my thoughtsBut sometimesMy thoughts run so deep I cannot tell themSo instead I want to sayi DoNt KnOwBecause that is the only thing that makes sense to themI cannot relate sometimesFrustration of societySo I seclude myselfBut I actually would like to find that one personWho would like to know those thoughts I cannot expressThat person will take the timeTo relateTruly understandSo that way when I sayi DoNt KnOwThey will actually realizeThat I know much more.","author":"Kylee Carrier","tags":["emotion","inspirational","questions-in-life","seclusion","society","soul"],"id":92511,"author_id":"Kylee+Carrier"},{"text":". . . In seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .","author":"Charles Dickens","tags":["brooding","diseased","mind","perverse","perverted","reverse","seclusion","solitary"],"id":115222,"author_id":"Charles+Dickens"},{"text":"Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams,my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style.All that I knew were the mist-covered mountainsand sweet white blossoms of mountain applesthat grew in the valleys of my province.But I had been gone over six yearsbusy with studies in the Heavenly Cityempty and thin despite my work.I showed my verses to an older poetwho told me a truth I longed to believe:all knowledge is futile and barrenwhich does not open the love of your friends.","author":"Jim Chapson","tags":["barren","blossoms","books","busy","chinese","friendship","futile","knowledge","love","mist","mountains","poet","poetic","sad","scholar","seclusion","style","sweet","syntax","truth","verses","weary","work"],"id":121313,"author_id":"Jim+Chapson"},{"text":"Loneliness clarifies. Here silence standsLike heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach.","author":"Philip Larkin","tags":["isolation","lonliness","poetry","seclusion","silence","solitude"],"id":145880,"author_id":"Philip+Larkin"},{"text":"Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! No, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former.","author":"Matthew Lewis","tags":["companionship","contentment","discontentment","hermit","hermits","hopelessness","human-nature","humanity","independence","isolation","loneliness","misanthropy","monotony","philosophy","reclusion","rejection","seclusion","society"],"id":179159,"author_id":"Matthew+Lewis"},{"text":"She walked in somber seclusion, unable to connect with women despite her heart's desire to do so while being shadowed by men who hungered for the indefinable; and while she yearned for friendship, they yearned for something more and what she had been in search of remained removed from her, and the more she erected barriers, the more they crossed them and each time they did, she turned from them and hid.","author":"Donna Lynn Hope","tags":["alone","isolated","loneliness","lonely","seclusion"],"id":221080,"author_id":"Donna+Lynn+Hope"},{"text":"In the life of each of us, I said to myself, there is a place remote and islanded, and given to endless regret or secret happiness; we are each the uncompanioned hermit and recluse of an hour or a day; we understand our fellows of the cell to whatever age of history they may belong.","author":"Sarah Orne Jewett","tags":["seclusion","silence","solitude"],"id":238858,"author_id":"Sarah+Orne+Jewett"},{"text":"To express open creativity, you first need to create your own space of seclusion.","author":"Anthony Liccione","tags":["creativity","expression","seclusion","space"],"id":245829,"author_id":"Anthony+Liccione"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":24,"pages":3,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}