“There is a charming quality, is there not,” he said to me, “in this silence; for hearts that are wounded, as mine is , a novelist whom you will read in time to come, claims that there is no remedy but silence and shadow.  And see you this, my boy, there comes in all lives a time, towards which you still have far to go, when the weary eyes can endure but one kind of light; the light which a fine evening like this prepares for us in the stillroom of darkness, when the ears can listen to no music save what the moonlight breathes through the flute of silence.” - Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way.

"A solitary, unused to speaking of what he sees and feels, has mental experiences which are at once more intense and less articulate than those of a gregarious man. They are sluggish yet more wayward, and never without a melancholy tinge. Sights and impressions which others brush aside with a glance, a light comment, a smile, occupy him more than their due; they sink silently in, they take on meaning, they become experience, emotion, adventure. Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous - to poetry." - Thomas Mann, Death in Venice

"Good feeling, won't you stay with me just a little longer?" - Violent Femmes 

"I'll be so alone without you. Maybe you’ll be lonesome too." - Price, King & Stewart, You Belong to Me

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Anton Chekhov