Quotes About Solitude

Just breathing can be such a luxury sometimes.

Sometimes, when a person is truly lost in this world, suffocating inside her private bubble where all she can hear is her own droning heartbeat, a touch can be enough.

Few minded what their fellow citizens got up to as long as they themselves were left in peace.

Books are a refuge, a sort of cloistral refuge, from the vulgarities of the actual world.

Hay placeres que no son para compartir

La soledad impuesta es desolación, la elegida es liberación.

La soledad es una decisión personal:

A solitude is the audience-chamber of God.

There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye,Easy live and quiet die.

When thinking about companions gone, we feel ourselves doubly alone.

I'm slow with a new idea, and want to think it over alone, where I'm sure it's the idea and not the man that's getting me.

I aimlessly travel, meaning I have no agenda other than to get small in the world, be quiet and observe people.

She sat for a few minutes in the company of her bitter regrets...

Empty hills, no one in sight,only the sound of someone talking;late sunlight enters the deep wood,shining over the green moss again.

Seated alone by shadowy bamboos, I strum my lyre and laugh aloud; None know that I am here, deep in the woods; Only the bright moon comes to shine on me.

Watching wild landscapes I forget distance and come to the water's edge.

In one of his lectures on creativity, the comedian John Cleese talked about the need to find one's own "tortoise enclosure"—that19 sheltered, quiet place where you can go for extended periods to escape from the distractions of the outside world so that you can think without interruption.

This great quote from Close was featured recently on the site BrainPickings: "Ask yourself an interesting enough question3 and your attempt to find a tailor-made solution to that question will push you to a place where, pretty soon, you'll find yourself all by your lonesome—which I think is a more interesting place to be.")

Only solitary men know the full joys of friendship. Others have their family but to a solitary and an exile his friends are everything.

There is nothing like the silence and loneliness of night to bring dark shadows over the brightest mind.

If ever I should wish for a retreat, whither I might steal from the world and its distractions, and dream quietly away the remnant of a troubled life, I know of none more promising than this little valley.

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind, in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt, where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed. —Washington Irving, "The Mutability of Literature

It was here I usually retired to banquet on my novels