Quotes About Solitude

Solterón debió ser Diógenes, si no yerro, porque no se concibe que en su tonel hubiera espacio para mujer, y si con su famosa linterna buscaba un hombre honrado, con el Faro de Alejandría habría tenido que andar a cuestas en busca de una mujer de seso...

You ask of my companions. Hills, sir, and the sundown, and a dog as large as myself that my father bought me. They are better than human beings, because they know but do not tell.

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 want to see how I can exist by myself. I want to be allowed to live inside my memory.

There is nothing in the universe but this. I smile. I do not talk to people. I just breathe and stare and exist.

my face: I should have had a single tear frozen to my cheek

I am the only being whose doom No tongue would ask no eye would mourn I never caused a thought of gloom A smile of joy since I was born In secret pleasure -- secret tears This changeful life has slipped away As friendless after eighteen years As lone as on my natal day.

Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.

You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Life's an awfully lonesome affair. You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

Adventure most unto itselfThe Soul condemned to be—Attended by a single HoundIts own identity.

But never met this FellowAttended or aloneWithout a tighter breathingAnd Zero at the Bone—

I miss him in so many ways, but right now I miss him in the way you always miss someone when you're single among a room full of couples.

Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away; And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day.

Behind every man's external life, which he leads in company, there is another which he leads alone, and which he carries with him apart. We see but one aspect of our neighbour, as we see but one side of the moon; in either case there is also a dark half, which is unknown to us.

You ask me why I dwell amidst these jade-green hills? I smile. No words can tell the stillness in my heart. Peach blossoms drift streamwater away deep in mystery. I live in the other world one that lies beyond the human.

What of me after parting? I know not-- I'll go back, perhaps, to my old fishing rock on the beach.

I don't think that loneliness is necessarily a bad or unconstructive condition. My own skill at jamming time may actually be dependent on some fluid mixture of emotions, among them curiosity, sexual desire, and love, all suspended in a solvent medium of loneliness.

My springs is getting rusty, sleeping single like I do.

And I was alone, had been for a while, and might be for a while, but it no longer frightened me the way it had. I was discovering something terrifyingly simple: there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was discovering this in the way, I suppose, that everybody does, but having tried, endlessly, to do something about it.

I often wonder what I'd do if there weren't any books in the world.

One needs a great deal of idle time to feel really sorry for oneself.