Quotes About Solitude

What Great Beast will have their solitude pierced by your grasping little voices?

Something in our nature cries out to be loved by another. Isolation is devastating to the human psyche. That is why solitary confinement is considered the cruelest of punishments. At the heart of humankind's existence is the desire to be intimate and to be loved by another.

soledad es devastadora para la psique humana. Es por eso que el confinamiento solitario se considera uno de los castigos más crueles. En el corazón de la existencia del género humano está el deseo de tener intimidad con otro y de que nos ame.

Affection is the mortal illness of lonely people.

My name is Brian Robeson and I am thirteen years old and I am alone in the north woods of Canada. All

So. So. So here I am." And there it is, he thought. For

In measured time forty-seven days had passed since the crash. Forty-two days, he thought, since he had died and been born as the new Brian. When the plane had come and gone it had put him down, gutted him and dropped him and left him with nothing.

I have a friend, he thought—I have a friend now. A hungry friend, but a good one. I have a friend named fire.

Then she dropped like a stone and was asleep when her head hit the ground, sound asleep, gone. Brian smiled and squatted by the fire and studied the dog sleeping.

He didn't love her. They were together for the obvious and timeless reason: It was slightly less painful than being alone.

I am not good with others.

Rumination is the coin of my realm. Interiority breeds interiority.

Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds?

When men see Han-shan They all say he's crazy And not much to look at - Dressed in rags and hides. They don't get what I say And I don't talk their language. All I can say to those I meet: Try and make it to Cold Mountain.

I wanted a good place to settle: Cold Mountain would be safe. Light wind in a hidden pine - Listen close - the sound gets better. Under it a gray haired man Mumbles along reading Huang and Lao. For ten years I havn't gone back home I've even forgotten the way by which I came.

I have lived at Cold Mountain These thirty long years. Yesterday I called on friends and family: More than half had gone to the Yellow Springs. Slowly consumed, like fire down a candle; Forever flowing, like a passing river. Now, morning, I face my lone shadow: Suddenly my eyes are bleared with tears.

How Poetry Comes to Me It comes blundering over the Boulders at night, it stays Frightened outside the Range of my campfire I go to meet it at the Edge of the light

There are two things that are really educational. One is being with a bunch of really smart people. The other is being all by yourself.

L'imagination est une force première. Elle doit naître dans la solitude de l'être imaginant.

the passionate being prepares his explosions and his exploits in this solitude.

Often he would play his saddest tunes on the beach and pretend that the sea stopped its roaring to listen to them.

Un silencio espantoso sucede a todos los ruidos.

Only the solitary may see the gods," the giant told me. "For the rest, every god is the Unknown God.

Solitude has great attractions for the wise.