Quotes About Solitude

Somehow, we need to create a new habit of mind, as individuals and as a society. We need a mental attitude that values and protects stillness, privacy, solitude, slowness, personal reflection; that honors the inner life; that allows each of us to wander about without schedule within our own minds.

A cloud floats in the sky. A sparrow flutters. No one speaks.

A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky.

It is the celebration of privacy and solitude. It is the willingness to follow one's own thoughts. It is the indulgence of play and unscheduled time.

They draw strength from being alone while they create or explore new worlds. They need that aloneness. They have developed the habit of mind to accept and seek out that aloneness. Sometimes, they must push back against their society to get what they need.

Where are they now, as he sits at his bedside table, listening to the sound of his running bath, vaguely perceiving the change in the light.

The abundances caused by isolation are stifled by the same isolation

unopened. When her son stands in the night outside her house, she goes to bed early. In the morning, she looks at his photograph, writes adoring letters to a long-defunct address. A spinster sees the face of the young man who loved her in the mirror of her bedroom, on the ceiling of the bakery, on the surface of the lake, in the sky. The

I am but a stranger ... as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that walking soothes it; and that, given luck, sometimes we find one to walk besides us ... at least for a little way.

We are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later.

Please, don't go. It's lonely. There's a hole in my head as big as the world and it's so very lonely...

You're my only remaining link to the world

The horror is this: In the end, it is simply a picture of empty meaningless blackness. We are alone. There is nothing else.

In this world, you shouldn't rely on help from anybody. In the end, a man stands alone.

I know every inch of this cell. This cell knows every inch of me. Except one.

and he suddenly opened his eyes and stared straight ahead into an empty space till slowly we returned into view. I can make small talk, he said slowly, I can do that but out of the corner of my eye I can see the dark approaching.

He who lives well lives well hidden.

Bene vixit, bene qui latuit. (to live well is to live concealed)

Your library is your paradise.

human can also sense another's hunger and produce food through yagna to satisfy another's hunger. That is also the distinguishing feature of humanity,' said Shakti. 'When tapasya is done without yagna, solitude thrives, no relationships are established and society collapses. You become the destroyer.' Shiva then said, 'When yagna is done without tapasya, we exploit other people's hunger to satisfy our own. Thus a corrupt society comes into being.

Arjuna, to expand your mind, use intelligence to draw your mind away from sensuality, so that there is no self-obsession, aggression, arrogance, desire, anger, possessiveness, attraction or repulsion. You are content in solitude, consuming little, expressing little, connected with the world and aware.—Bhagavad Gita: Chapter 18, verses 51 to 53 (paraphrased).

How does one know the true path?' 'Not through arguments—they never reach a conclusion; not from teachers— they can only give their opinions; to know the true path one must, in silence and solitude, reflect on one's own life.

I absolutely relate to being alone in squalor, trying to come up with something adequate. I relate to that, and I've been known to crawl out of bed and drink out of a 2-liter bottle of Diet Coke.

She wonders sometimes if it's a sort of flaw or lack in her - the inability to lose herself in someone else. . . . she's never quite understood how people could trade in quiet spaces and solitary gardens and courtyards, thoughtful walks and the delicious rhythms of work, for the fearful tumult of falling in love.