Quotes About Solitude

Yeryüzünde her ÅŸey yok olsa da yaln?z o kalsa, ben var olmakta devam ederim; baÅŸka her ÅŸey yerinde dursa da yaln?z o yok olsa, evren bana tümüyle yabanc?la??r.

In all the lonely landscape round I see no sight and hear no sound Except the wind that far away Comes sighing over the heathy sea

I am now quite content in my seeking pleasure in society be it country or town, a sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

Emily Dickenson

I must go in. The fog is rising.

One need not be a chamber to be haunted.

To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

A letter always seemed to me like immortality because it is the mind alone without corporeal friend.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious

One need not be a Chamber — to be Haunted — One need not be a House — The Brain has Corridors — surpassing Material Place —

I miss you, mourn for you, and walk the streets alone- often at night, beside, I fall asleep in tears, for your dear face, yet not one word comes back to me. If it is finished, tell me, and I will raise the lid to my box of Phantoms, and lay one more love in; but if it lives and beats still, still lives and beats for me, then say so, and I will strike the strings to one more strain of happiness before I die.

Your absence insanes me so-- I do not feel so peaceful, when you are gone from me.

Some keep the Sabbath going to church, I keep it staying at home, with a bobolink for a chorister, and an orchard for a dome.

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away. My heart goes wandering around and calls for Susie...My heart is full of you; none other than you are in my thoughts, yet when I seek to say to you something not for the world, words fail me. If you were here, we need not talk at all for our eyes would whisper for us and, your hand fast in mine, we would not ask for language.

Forgive me if I never visit. I am from the fields, you know, and while quite at home with the dandelions, make a sorry figure in a drawing room.

The days will have more hours while you are gone away.

I never spoke — unless addressed — And then, 'twas brief and low — I could not bear to live — aloud — The Racket shamed me so — And if it had not been so far — And any one I knew Were going — I had often thought How noteless — I could die —

I need you more and more, and the great world grows wider, and dear ones fewer and fewer, every day that you stay away --

After you went, a low wind warbled through the house like a spacious bird, making it high but lonely. When you had gone the love came. I supposed it would. The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone.

One note from one bird is better than a million words...

To wander now is my abode; To rest,—to rest would be A privilege of hurricane To memory and me.

Emily Dickinson