Quotes About Solitude

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend.

Solitary converse with nature; for thence are ejaculated sweet and dreadful words never uttered in libraries. Ah! the spring days, the summer dawns, and October woods!

Good-bye, proud world! I'm going home;Thou art not my friend and I'm not thine.

EnclosedIn a tumultuous privacy of storm.

I think sometimes could I only have music on my own terms, could I live in a great city, and know where I could go whenever I wished the ablution and inundation of musical waves, that were a bath and a medicine.

Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity.

It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

Escribir es que le dejen a uno llorar y reír a solas".

Solitude is in the mind of man. One might be in the thick of the world and maintain serenity of mind; such a one is in solitude. Another may stay in a forest, but still be unable to control his mind. He cannot be said to be in solitude. Solitude is a function of the mind. A man attached to desire cannot get solitude wherever he may be; a detached man is always in solitude.

La soledad está en la mente de un hombre. Uno puede estar en el centro del mundo y sin embargo mantener una perfecta serenidad; una persona así siempre está en soledad. Otro puede estar en el bosque, y aún así, ser incapaz de controlar su mente. Entonces no se puede decir que esté en soledad. La soledad es un actitud del ánimo; un hombre apegado a las cosas de la vida no puede alcanzar la soledad, no importa dónde esté. Un hombre desapegado está siempre en soledad.

Si no encuentras personas nobles con las que caminar en la vida, camina en solitario como el elefante

When a dog wants to hang out the "Do Not Disturb" sign, as all of us do now and then, he is regarded as a traitor to his species.

When he shut himself in his apartment he found that he hoped he was waiting for nothing at all.

As soon as Todd drove off the motorway it vanished from the mirror, and so did the sun across the moor.

How young I seem; I am exceptional; I think of all I have. But really no one is exceptional, No one has anything, I'm anybody, I stand beside my grave Confused with my life, that is commonplace and solitary.

I listened to it last night for the first time since we started this project. I went out to my car and put it in and went to an empty parking lot and just listened and read the little pamphlet that came with it. After two or three songs I burst into tears.

I can't really have any friends. It's sad, really. It's lonely. But that's how I am.

Solitude is much preferred to the more disturbing isolation of sharing loneliness with a stranger. I

Soy el pensamiento en el baño en la habitación sin espejo.

I went to bed and woke in the middle of the night thinking I heard someone cry, thinking I myself was weeping, and I felt my face and it was dry. Then I looked at the window and thought: Why, yes, it's just the rain, the rain, always the rain, and turned over, sadder still, and fumbled about for my dripping sleep and tried to slip it back on.

We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.

There's no ambient noise, none of the background aural wallpaper that defines life in an urban environment or even in the English countryside. This is the sort of quiet that you only get in truly remote places.

But he stays by the window, remembering that life. They had laughed. They had leaned on each other and laughed until the tears had come, while everything else—the cold and where he'd go in it—was outside, for a while anyway.