Quotes About Solitude

Sometimes... I'll just stand there... in the white room... and say stuff. I'm creating high-quality content.

As I've got older, I've really had to dig deep and find where my happiness comes from. Why do I play tennis? You get a lot of incredible highs, but it can be very lonely with some dark lows. So the biggest thing I've learned is finding the reasons for my enjoyment.

Every girl who is trying to be independent and trying to make it here goes through highs and lows... when you are going through a low, you have nobody around you.

When I'm driving the highway by myself is when I write best.

When I go on a hike, I leave my phone in the car.

I did a lot of hiking and I loved it.

I go hiking. I go camping.

I'm just a guy up on a hill writing.

When a man cuts himself absolutely adrift from custom, what an astonishingly light spar floats him! How few his wants are, after all!

Or, if needing years to wake thee From thy slumbrous solitudes, Come, sleep-walking, and betake thee To the friendly, sleeping woods. Sweeter dreams are in the forest, Round thee storms would never rave; And when need of rest is sorest, Glide thou then into thy cave.

For the master believed in solitude and silence. Say rather, he believed in God. What the youth might think, feel, or judge, he could not tell; but he believed that when the Human is still, the Divine speaks to it, because it is its own.

It is not by driving away our brother that we can be alone with God.

Give me a chair and a table, fire enough to keep me from shivering, the few books I like best and writing materials, and I am absolutely content.

When you have got quite alone, sit down and be lonely…fold your hands in your lap, and be still. Do not try to think anything… by and by, it may be, you will begin to know something of nature. Nature will soon speak to you, or not until, as Henri Vaughn says, some veil be broken in you

And we had met at last in this same cave of greenery, while the summer night hung round us heavy with love, and the odours that crept through the silence from the sleeping woods were the only signs of an outer world that invaded our solitude.

Here I was alone, and could take my own time. In other parts of the world one always seems to be in a great hurry, tearing from one spot to the other at a gallop, but out yonder, perhaps because distances are so great, time don't seem to matter; you can jog along, breathing fresh air and enjoying the scenery and your own thoughts about women and home and hunting and booze and money and what may lie over the next hill.

It's a great thing, prayer. Nobody answers, but at least it stops you from thinking.

He was a lonely ghost uttering a truth that nobody would ever hear.

A lunatic is just a minority of one.

Even through the shut window pane, the world looked cold.

The Paris slums are a gathering-place for eccentric people - people who have fallen into solitary, half-mad grooves of life and given up trying to be normal or decent. Poverty frees them from ordinary standards of behavior, just as money frees people from work.

For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge of the lonely wood and pour its music into nothingness?

He was alone. The past was dead, the future was unimaginable.

If you are a man, Winston, you are the last man.