I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

I sometimes think that perhaps our minds are too weak to grasp joy or sorrow except in small things...In the big things joy and sorrow are just alike - overwhelming. At least, we only get them bit by bit, in tiny flashes - in waves - that our minds can't stand for very long. p 199

The artist knows he must be alone to create; the writer, to work out his thoughts; the musician, to compose; the saint, to pray. But women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

It is terribly amusing how many different climates of feelings one can go through in one day.

Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves.

If you surrender completely to the moments as they pass, you live more richly those moments.

When one is a stranger to oneself, then one is estranged from others, too.