Quotes About Solitude

One of the most powerful lessons silence teach us is to ponder

Every writer must acknowledge and be able to handle the unalterable fact that he has, in effect, given himself a life sentence in solitary confinement.

sometimes we need the world and all the people on her to abandon us so we can turn to the One who will never leave us stranded.

Breathing seemed harder in the cemetery, and selfish, somehow...

The elixir for the vexed human spirit is quiet thinking and contemplation.

After all, it's one thing to run away when someone's chasing you. It's entirely another to be running all alone.

And she shrank away again, back into her darkness, and for a long while remained blotted safely away from living.

Everyone for whom I would have cried has already died.

It wasn't the aloneness that Liz minded. It was the silence. It echoed.

I've never been the most important thing to anybody - not even myself.

Sometime it's really hardest things to keep yourself alone.

I cannot stand the company of men. They flatter or they judge. I can stand neither of the two.

They're all gone now, and there isn't anything more the sea can do to me.

Loneliness is the first thing which God's eye named, not good

Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peaceAnd rest can never dwell, hope never comesThat comes to all.

Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly,Most musical, most melancholy!

Virtue could see to do what Virtue wouldBy her own radiant light, though sun and moonWere in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's selfOft seeks to sweet retired solitude,Where, with her best nurse Contemplation,She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.

More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchang'dTo hoarse or mute, though fall'n on evil days,On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues;In darkness, and with dangers compass'd round,And solitude.

Sweet bird, that shun the noise of folly, most musical, most melancholy!

Solitude sometimes is best society.

The clearest way to the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

I . . . am always glad to touch the living rock again and dip my hand in the high mountain air.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.