Quotes About Solitude

I long for scenes where man hath never trod A place where woman never smiled or wept There to abide with my Creator, God, And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept, Untroubling and untroubled where I lie The grass below—above the vaulted sky.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

O take me from the busy crowd, I cannot bear the noise! For Nature's voice is never loud; I seek for quiet joys. The book I love is everywhere, And not in idle words; The book I love is known to all, And better lore affords.

There is a charm in Solitude that cheers A feeling that the world knows nothing of A green delight the wounded mind endears After the hustling world is broken off

I find more pleasure in wandering the fields than in musing among my silent neighbours who are insensible to everything but toiling and talking of it and that to no purpose.

I wish I was what I have been And what I was could be As when I roved in shadows green And loved my willow tree To gaze upon the starry sky And higher fancies build And make in solitary joy Loves temple in the field

I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company.

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rude And fled to the silence of sweet solitude. Where the flower in green darkness buds, blossoms, and fades, Unseen of all shepherds and flower-loving maids— The hermit bees find them but once and away. There I'll bury alive and in silence decay.

O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.

In mid-wood silence, thus, how sweet to be; Where all the noises, that on peace intrude, Come from the chittering cricket, bird, and bee, Whose songs have charms to sweeten solitude.

There was a lot to be said for a man's capacity to be comfortable while alone.

Al final, tu único amigo eres tú mismo porque los demás, llegado el momento, te dejarán todos en la estancadas. Al final, todos estamos solos.

Hay ocasiones en que se siente solo, pero cree que eso forma parte del orden de las cosas, porque todos los hombres y mujeres, casados o no, se sienten a veces solos.

Al final, tu único amigo eres tú mismo porque los demás, llegado el momento, te dejarán todos en la estancada. Al final, todos estamos solos.

knew that his God—for each man has his own God—let him wander there sometimes, perhaps with the ghost of one of the many dogs that had kept him company through his life yapping at his heels, flushing the birds from the rushes and chasing them for the joy of it. My grandfather used to say that if God did not allow a

reading was a solitary pursuit. Oh, one could read in the same room as someone else, or beside them in bed at night, but it rather presumed that an agreement had been reached about such matters, and the couple in question consisted of a pair of like-minded souls.

My pal is dead.

Loneliness seems to have become the great American disease.

L'aube n'est pas silencieuse, mais elle est sous-peuplée.

As Sicknesse is the greatest misery, so the greatest misery of sicknes is solitude; when the infectiousness of the disease deterss them who should assist from coming; even the Phisician dares scarse come... it is an Outlawry, and excommunication upon the patient....

Night came, but unattended with repose. Alone she came, no sleep their eyes to close. Alone and black she came; no friendly stars arose.

I have a room whereinto no one enters Save I myself alone: There sits a blessed memory on a throne, There my life centres.

Loneliness is a strange gift.

The way I feel is that there is a balance in my life between being alone and interacting with people, between Being and doing.