Quotes About Solitude

Single men in barricks don't grow into plaster saints.

No man is competent unless he can stalk alone and armed in the wilderness.

Fishing, Danny boy, is purely a state of mind. Some men, when they are fishing, are after fish. Me, I'm after things you could never set a barbed hook in.

Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, But God to man doth speak in solitude.

I don't doubt that a man can live perfectly well on his own, but I'm convinced that he begins to die as soon as he closes the door of his house behind him.

The secret of solitude is that there is no solitude.

A man's head is his castle.

Men meet; mountains, never.

how peaceful a bedroom is without a man in it.

Alone-- it is wonderful how little a man can do alone! To rob a little, to hurt a little, and there is the end.

The things men come to eat when they are alone are, I suppose, not much stranger than the men themselves.... A writer years ago told me of living for five months on hen mash.

What a man misses mostly in heaven is company.

Every calm and quiet place is the true temple of the wise man!

What would a man do, if he were compelled to live always in the sultry heat of society, and could never bathe himself in cool solitude?

A man who finishes a book is always alone when he finishes it.

There is no solitude more dreadful for a stranger, an isolated man, than a great city; so many thousands of men and not one friend.

Show me the man who would go to heaven alone if he could, and in that man I will show you one who will never be admitted into heaven.

There's too much beauty upon this earth For lonely men to bear.

In tennis you're on an island. Of all the games men and women play, tennis is the closest to solitary confinement.

I realized then that a man who had lived only one day could easily live for a hundred years in prison. He would have enough memories to keep him from being bored

If originally it was not good for a man to be alone, it is much worse for a sick man to be so; he thinks too much of his distemper, and magnifies it.

She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.

Solitude lies at the lowest depth of the human condition. Man is the only being who feels himself to be alone and the only one who is searching for the Other.

When is man strong until he feels alone?