Quotes About Solitude

uma nuvem preta solitária à procura de chuva.

He paid the driver, then turned and stood motionless under a misty streetlamp's glow, staring up at a window of the house like a melancholy traveler frozen in time.

Cultivate solitude and quiet and a few sincere friends, rather than mob merriment, noise and thousands of nodding acquaintances.

And now there is merely silence, silence, silence, saying all we did not know.

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,Sing all a green willow;Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,Sing willow, willow, willow.

I could be well contentTo entertain the lag-end of my lifeWith quiet hours.

Eating the bitter bread of banishment.

The sad companion, dull-ey'd melancholy.

In the dead vast and middle of the night.

William Shakespeare

Our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

I learn more from books than from people

He had been "drunken" on their rhythms. But now his mind had gone silent, and sitting alone with nothing to do in his remote cabin, all seemed lost. The wind rattled at the door. "It is sad," Steinbeck said in closing, "when the snow is falling.

Evening came, a paw, to the gray hut by the river.

You will never be alone, you hear so deep a sound when autumn comes.

Most mornings I get away, slip out the door before light, set forth on the dim, gray road, letting my feet find a cadence that softly carries me on. Nobody is up—all alone my journey begins. Some

Later she sat on the ground in the forest between school and home, and spring was so bright and beautiful, the warm air touched her so tenderly, she could almost feel herself changing into a flower. Her light dress felt like petals. "I love everything," she heard herself say. "So do I," a voice answered. Pearl straightened up and looked around. No one was there.

How deeply one felt when alone.

T]he conviction grew in him that the earth and the sky knew he was there and also felt friendly; so he was not really alone, and not really entirely lonely.

To sit alone with my conscience will be judgment enough for me.

Reading — the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable.

Religion is what you do with your solitude.