Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.— Charlotte Bronte
Revolutionary Unshared quotations
A writer needs loneliness, and he gets his share of it.
He needs love, and he gets shared and also unshared love. He needs friendship. In fact, he needs the universe. To be a writer is, in a sense, to be a day-dreamer - to be living a kind of double life.
If wisdom were offered me with the proviso that I should keep it shut up and refrain from declaring it, I should refuse. There's no delight in owning anything unshared.
Silence is sometimes the only way to share the unsharable.
An unshared life is not living. He who shares does not lessen, but greatens, his life.
There's no delight in owning anything unshared.
The woods are never solitary--they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity.
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
There is no delight in owning anything unshared.
There is a great solitude about such a shore.
The woods are never solitary- they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce its infinite mystery- we may only wander, awed and spell-bound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call to us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only- a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.
But it is well to remember that we are dealing with nations every one of which has a direct individual interest to serve, and there is grave danger in an unshared idealism.
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
Lou knew that joy unshared was a halved emotion, just as sadness and loss, when borne alone, were often doubled.
Not that one choose to draw aside in churlish mein or vein, From common lot of what life holds of pleasure, toil or pain But that the call-s to rise and cruise alone with dreams unshared Or plan alone for some far goal, for which none else has cared Or fight alone for what you hold is worth a warrior-s strife And ask no gain or fame or aught beyond the joy of life.
It's not a confession if no one reads it. It's just an unshared secret.
When profit is unshared, it's less likely to grow greater.
You are led, when you share your loves, to an enchanted life of inner happiness, which unsharing others cannot know.
A success unshared is a failure.
Remember: courage, unused, diminishes. Commitment, unexercised, wanes. Love, unshared, dissipates.
These are the stories that we tell ourselves and only ourselves, and they are better left unshared.