Quotes About Solitude

When I drive to the lupins and see them all spread out as far as eye can reach in perfect beauty of colour and scent and bathed in the mild August sunshine, I feel I must send for somebody to come and look at them with me, and talk about them to me, and share in the pleasure; and when I run over the list of my friends and try to find one who would enjoy them, I am frightened once more at the solitariness in which we each of us live.

All I want is to read quietly the books that I at present prefer.

oh, wide and splendid world! How good it is to look sometimes across great spaces, to lift one's eyes from narrowness, to feel the large silence that rests on lonely hills!

After being all day with people, how blessed a thing it is not to be with them.

Sitting there in the dark, I felt very small, and solitary, and defenceless, alone in a great, big, black world.

W ogrodzie szuka si? oddechu i g??bokiego spokoju; nie ma nikogo; tylko samotne kwiatki i szepcz?ce drzewa.

September 15th. After that I opened my heart to him, and listened reverently to all he had to say, and treasured up his kind and encouraging advice, and wished he could stay here a whole year and help me through the seasons. But he went, as people one likes always do go, and he was the only guest I have had whose departure made me sorry.

But what if you are the only resting point you know of? What if you are absolute zero? What if only you can catch yourself?

What a lovely surprise to finally discover how unlonely being alone can be

I once had a job where I didn't talk to anyone for two years. Here was the arrangement: I was the first engineer hired by a start-up software company. In exchange for large quantities of stock that might be worth something someday, I was supposed to give up my life.

When the words dance privately for you, it is possible to feel not alone.

Great darkness and constant, feeble light, the slow flowing of time from far beyond his conception to far beyond his power to follow, the solitude about him and the troubled and peopled world within, all these settled into their perpetual pattern, a steady rhythm as perfect as sleep.

Brother Cadfael was standing in the middle of his walled herb-garden, looking pensively

more impenetrable solitudes

It had been very nearly a year since they had last been in contact with civilization

Then he laid the Bible in the snow and walked away.

And though the pack in every direction appeared to stretch in endless desolation

In all the world there is no desolation more complete than the polar night. It is a return to the Ice Age— no warmth, no life, no movement. Only those who have experienced it can fully appreciate what it means to be without the sun day after day and week after week. Few men unaccustomed to it can fight off its effects altogether, and it has driven some men mad.

I long for some rest, free from thought.

All the charm of all the Muses often flowering in a lonely word.

Here at the quiet limit of the world.

Religion is what a person does in his solitariness.

Religion is what an individual does with his solitariness.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.