Quote by Eugene Delacroix
What torments my soul is its loneliness. The more it expands among friends and the daily habits or pleasures, the more, it seems to me, it flees me and retires into its fortress. The poet who lives in solitude, but who produces much, is the one who enjoys those treasures we bear in our bosom, but which forsake us when we give ourselves to others. When one yields oneself completely to one's soul, it opens itself to one, and then it is that the capricious thing allows one the greatest of good fortunes... that of sympathizing with others, of studying itself, of painting itself constantly in its works.
Summary
This quote reflects the inner struggle of a poet, who finds solace and inspiration in solitude, but also longs for connection with others. The poet perceives their soul as elusive, retreating as they engage in social interactions and daily distractions. However, when the poet embraces their solitude wholeheartedly, their soul opens itself up to them. This intimate relationship with their soul allows the poet to create meaningful and impactful works of art. It is through this union with their inner self that the poet is able to empathize with others, study their own being, and continuously express their introspection through their art.
Topics
Loneliness
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