Stuck

Something is holding her back. Something has taken grip of her heart, twisted and wrung it out, left it to dry. Something always brings tears to her eyes--crying or laughing, doesn't really matter which. Something always makes her smile ingenuinely, passively, ironicly real.

She groans.

She watches old episodes of her favorite tv shows and waits for life to happen.


On the other hand:

• I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity. (Albert Einstein)
• I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude. (Henry David Thoreau)
• Inside myself is a place where I live all alone and that's where you renew your springs that never dry up. (Pearl S. Buck)
• Isolation is aloneness that feels forced upon you, like a punishment. Solitude is aloneness you choose and embrace. I think great things can come out of solitude, out of going to a place where all is quiet except the beating of your heart. (Jeanne Marie Laskas)
• It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking... in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. (Franz Kafka)
• Talents are best nurtured in solitude: character is best formed in the stormy billows of the world. (Goethe)
• There is a solitude which each and every one of us has always carried within. More inaccessible than the ice cold mountains, more profound than the midnight sea: the solitude of self. (Elizabeth Cady Stanton)