Quotes About Solitude

I travel by myself a lot. Most of the time I'm by myself.

the loneliest place to be is a hotel room in a big city in early evening.

You never read about the real pain. It lives where no word can travel.

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

Even though music is something I travel around doing, it is also a very private thing. A sort of escapism.

I would much rather not be the center of attention, and I'd much rather travel and be writing my novel, rather than standing on a stage and trying to get people to understand something.

I like to travel by myself.

The more you get set into your own world, the smaller your world becomes.

That's the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own nowhere.

Wherever I am, if I've got a book with me, I have a place I can go and be h

Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.

I go among trees and sit still. All my stirring becomes quiet around me like circles on water.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

Sometimes I worked with just a background of a rock or a tree or black velvet, and just had to imagine the whole thing.

Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.

People bore me. Film people particularly bore me. I prefer talking to my trees

It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself!

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.

A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white.