Quotes About Solitude

One hour of thoughtful solitude may nerve the heart for days of conflict - girding up its armor to meet the most insidious foe.

Away, away, from men and towns,To the wild wood and the downs.

Away, away, from men and towns, To the wild wood and the downs— To the silent wilderness Where the soul need not repress Its music lest it should not find An echo in another's mind, While the touch of Nature's art Harmonizes heart to heart.

I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear,— Till death like sleep might steal on me And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.

I love all waste and solitary places; where we taste the pleasure of believing what we see. Is boundless, as we wish our souls to be.

Friendship, a dear balm... A smile among dark frowns: a beloved light: A solitude, a refuge, a delight.

I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good. Song

The secret strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of Heaven is as a column, rests on thee, And what were thou and Earth and Stars and Sea If to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were Vacancy?

Away, away, from men and towns, / To the wild wood and the downs, — / To the silent wilderness, / Where the soul need not repress its music.

No more alone through the world's wilderness, Although I trod the paths of high intent, I journeyed now: no more companionless

A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician, who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence or why.

And what were thou, and earth, and stars, and sea, If to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were vacancy?

Seek far from noise and day some western cave, Where woods and streams with soft and pausing winds A lulling murmur weave?— [_30 Ianthe] doth not sleep The dreamless sleep of death:- Shelley, Percy Bysshe (2011-03-24). The Complete Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley — Complete (Kindle Locations 317-319). . Kindle Edition.

Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?

A poet is a nightingale who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.

Y vos? -Yo soy cosa mía.

Running always gave me time to think. It wasn't like practicing with a team, when I always worries if I was fitting in with everyone else. When I ran, I never thought about screwing someone else up or ruining the teams chance tow in. It was a solitary activity, and sometimes that felt nice.

Running always gave me time to think. It wasn't like practicing with a team, when I always worried if I was fitting in with everyone else. When I ran, I never thought about screwing someone else up or ruining the team's chance to win. It was a solitary activity, and sometimes that felt nice.

without moving a muscle in his face, slips away; retreats, I think, to that sheltered place where his stories are kept. Perhaps we all have our places.

I find myself thinking, and not for the first time, just how useful wilderness must be when it comes to burying a troublesome relative, or a complete stranger.

I care for myself. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself". - Jane Eyre

Inner peace enhances our ability to enjoy solitude, leisure, and the company of others. Our sleeping improves and dreaming becomes a time of fun and enrichment, rather than a restless and disturbed thrashing-about in symbolic reenactments of childhood trauma.

Sometimes when it looks like I'm deep in thought I'm just trying not to have a conversation with people.

To be insular is to be independent. But it is also to be alone.