Quotes About Solitude

I would remove my shoes and, still clutching my belongings, lurch over the cold, damp rocks, the air smelling of wet weeds. With the sun just piercing the horizon, the light was hazy and filmy, the sand seeming to stretch on into oblivion. The sea foam stirred whitely at the edge of the water.

I love people, and I love to be with people and to make music with people, but my natural state is to revert back to being by myself in my house, which is cool because that's where I practice and write and listen and study.

Everyone should cultivate a secret garden.

To vanquish the emptiness, I have strategems. I listen to music for countless hours. The music fills not only me, but the space around me. Music, as I have learned, is an elixir that seeps into all your limbs.

I long for solitude and yet I cannot stand it.

Solitude seems to oppress me. And so does the company of other people.

Everything tell me that I need to live a more solitary life. The loveliest and most precious moments of my life are slipping away in amusements which, in truth, bring me nothing but boredom. (Sunday 4 April 1824).

Everything tells me that I need to live a more solitary life. The loveliest and most precious moments of my life are slipping away in amusements which, in truth, bring me nothing but boredom. (Sunday 4 April 1824)

It's urgent-love. It's urgent- a boat upon the sea. It's urgent to destroy certain words, hate, solitude, and cruelty, some mornings, many swords. It's urgent to invent a joyfulness, multiply kisses and cornfields, discover roses and rivers and glistening mornings- it's urgent. Silence and an impure light fall upon our shoulders till they ache. It's urgent- love, it's urgent to endure.

A Solidão não é forçosamente Negativa, pelo contrário, até me parece um Privilégio. Talvez a minha Solidão seja Excessiva, mas eu Detestei sempre as coisas Mundanas. Estar com as Pessoas apenas para gastar as Horas é-me Insuportável…

Às vezes sinto-me tão desesperado que me sento a escrever como quem chora". Eugénio de Andrade

Here's what I want you to do: Find a quiet, secluded place so you won't be tempted to role-play before God. Just be there as simply and honestly as you can manage. The focus will shift from you to God, and you will begin to sense his grace.

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

It wasn't the fog I minded, Cathleen. I really love fog. [...] It hides you from the world and the world from you. You feel that everything has changed, and nothing is what it seemed to be. No one can find or touch you any more.

Life is a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

Man's loneliness is but his fear of life.

Kierkegaard famously wrote "my sorrow is my castle." Unfortunately not all of us have as much space.

The last word of philosophy is loneliness.

Arguably, "solitude" is an urban word. The café is the urban equivalent of the desert cave.

Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.

The most dangerous aspect of present-day life is the dissolution of the feeling of individual responsibility. Mass solitude has done away with any difference between the internal and the external, between the intellectual and the physical.

Absent one, how I miss you on this shore that conjures you and fades if you're away

Io sono abituato a cibarmi di nuvole e lontananza

Sale un' ora d' attesa in cieIo, vacua, dal mare che s'ingrigia. Un albero ill nuvole sull' acqua cresce, poi crolla come di cinigia. Assente, come manem in questa plaga che ti presente e senza te consuma: sei lontana e pero tutto divaga dal suo soleo, dirupa, spare in bruma.