Quotes About Solitude

Instead, I quietly excused myself and went to the bar, to commune with spirits I know how to relate to.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.

I saw no cause for their unhappiness, but I was deeply affected by it. If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being, should be wretched.

I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, death-like solitude.

I felt emotions of gentleness and pleasure, that had long appeared dead, revive within me. Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy. Soft tears again bedewed my cheeks, and I even raised my humid eyes with thankfulness towards the blessed sun, which bestowed such joy upon me.

It was my temper to avoid a crowd, and to attach myself fervently to a few.

If I have no ties and no affections, hatred and vice must be my portion; the love of another will destroy the cause of my crimes, and I shall become a thing of whose existence every one will be ignorant. My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abhor; and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal. I shall feel the affections of a sensitive being, and become linked to the chain of existence and events, from which I am now excluded.

theses bleak skies I hail, for they are kinder to me than ur fellow creatures .

This state of mind preyed upon my health, which had perhaps never entirely recovered from the first shock it had sustained. I shunned the face of man; all sound of joy or complacency was torture to me; solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.

If such lovely creatures were miserable, it was less strange that I, an imperfect and solitary being. should be wretched.

At these moments I took refuge in the most perfect solitude. I passed whole days on the lake alone in a little boat, watching the clouds, and listening to the rippling of the waves, silent and listless.

Mis vicios sólo son el fruto de tan forzosa y aborrecida soledad. Mis virtudes, por el contrario, se desarrollarán naturalmente cuando tenga a mi lado el afecto de otra criatura. Los sentimientos cariñosos de mi compañera me transformarán y, así, podré incorporarme al hermoso ciclo universal del que ahora estoy tan cruelmente excluido.

I had rather be with you, he said, in your solitary rambles, than with these Scotch people, whom I do not know: hasten then, my dear friend, to return, that I may again feel myself somewhat at home, which I cannot do in your absence.

Everywhere I see bliss, from which I alone and irrevocably excluded.

solitude was my only consolation—deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league

My vices are the children of a forced solitude that I abhor, and my virtues will necessarily arise when I live in communion with an equal.

En todas partes veo la felicidad, de la que sólo yo me encuentro irrevocablemente excluido

Satan had his companions, fellow devils, to admire and encourage him, but I am solitary and abhorred.

I bitterly feel the want of a friend

I intreat you: leave me to peace and solitude for a short time, and when I return, I hope it will be with a lighter heart, more congenial to your own temper.

What I wrote was intended at least for one other eye - my childhood's companion and friend; but my dreams were all my own; I accounted for them to nobody; they were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest when pleasure when free.