Quotes About Solitude

Luke mentioned that a lot of people go to the Kumbh Mela festival to 'find themselves'. That's a saying I've never understood. If I did want to find myself, I don't think I'd find me at a festival with 20 million other people. I hate crowds. The

Marina, you took away all the words with you...

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness

When she was little they had lived in an old farmhouse too, in the middle of nothing of but landscape.

I myself am usually to be found lying on the bed imitating the dead Chatterton, killing time by reading book after book (the only reliable otherworlds i´ve discovered so far).

A lone fisherman up early looking for sea trout found the first body.

I get up and I have coffee and I speak to no man and I go to my desk.

All thoughtful men are solitary and original in themselves.

I don't know why it should be, I am sure; but the sight of another man asleep in bed when I am up, maddens me.

Man needs to go outside himself in order to find repose and reveal himself.

A thousand hills, but no birds in flight, Ten thousand paths, with no person's tracks. A lonely boat, a straw-hatted old man, Fishing alone in the cold river snow.

A man is capable of thought. A crowd is not.

As there is no pleasure in military life for a soldier who fears death, so there is no independence in civil existence for the man who has an overpowering dread of solitude.

For what are they all in their high conceit, When man in the bush with God may meet?

Men don't live well by themselves. They don't even live like people. They live like bears with furniture.

It may be laid down as a position which seldom deceives, that when a man cannot bear his own company, there is something wrong.

The life of a solitary man will be certainly miserable, but not certainly devout.

A man--be the heavens ever praised!--is sufficient for himself.

Every man whose business it is to think knows that he must for part of the day create about himself a pool of silence.

Only solitary men know the full joys of frienship. Others have their family; but to a solitary and an exile, his friends are everything.

No doubt solitude is wholesome, but so is abstinence after a surfeit. The true life of man is in society.

Celibacy bestows on a man the qualified freedom of a besieged city where one sometimes has to eat rats.

All man's troubles come from not knowing how to sit still in one room.

Tongues wrangled dark at a man. He buttoned his overcoat and stood alone. In a snowstorm, red hollyberries, thoughts, he stood alone.