Quotes About Solitude

A restaurant on the moon could not have had less atmosphere.

What is this world? what asketh men to have?Now with his love, now in his colde graveAllone, withouten any compaignye.

Man loves company, even if it is only that of a smoldering candle.

Man loves company — even if it is only that of a small burning candle.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

In den einsamen Stunden des Geistes ist es schön in der Sonne zu gehn, an den gelben Mauern des Sommers hin

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

Our silence is a black cavern.

In ein altes Stammbuch Immer wieder kehrst du Melancholie, O Sanftmut der einsamen Seele. Zu Ende glüht ein goldener Tag. Demutsvoll beugt sich dem Schmerz der Geduldige Tönend von Wohllaut und weichem Wahnsinn. Siehe! es dämmert schon. Wieder kehrt die Nacht und klagt ein Sterbliches Und es leidet ein anderes mit. Schaudernd unter herbstlichen Sternen Neigt sich jährlich tiefer das Haupt.

A black cavern is our silence.

Only one man ever understood me, and he didn't understand me.

It was sad and lonely to be left. You'd go to church and stand there for some time. The school had a chapel. The maser would be there with maybe two or three other students. You had to kill time before dinner. I would go to the reception hall and play the piano. There was no one there, total emptiness.

The great advantage of a hotel is that it is a refuge from home life.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in the lonely shore, there is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar I love not Man the less, but Nature more.

One can never know for sure what a deserted area looks like.

The reason I talk to myself is that I'm the only one whose answers I accept.

And then there are the times when the wolves are silent and the moon is howling.

The reason I talk to myself is because I'm the only one whose answers I accept.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

I don't like to share my personal life… it wouldn't be personal if I shared it.

Hell is oneself; Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections. There is nothing to escape from and nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

What loneliness is more lonely than distrust?

there is a sense of loneliness: the philosophers are called "weeds" (naw?bit), like the grass that springs up among the crops; they are strangers in their own country,

The best an American can look forward to is the lonely pleasure of one who stands at long last on a chilly and inhospitable mountaintop where few have been before, where few can follow and where few will consent to believe he has been.