Quotes About Solitude

The greater the spirit, the more one is alone.

As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk

The loneliness is the mother of wisdom.

The world is a navy in an empty ocean.

Solitude is the great teacher, and to learn its lessons you must pay attention to it.

The things one experiences alone with oneself are very much stronger and purer.

Solitude is an ocean with wonderful places hidden in its depths.

A little while alone in your room will prove more valuable than anything else that could ever be given you.

And this that you call solitude is in fact a big crowd.

He has the manner of a giant with the look of a child, a lazy activeness, a mad wisdom, a solitude encompassing the world.

The great mountains of the world are a great remedy if men but did know it against our modern discontent and ambitions. In the hills is wisdom's fount. They are deep in time.

There are no crowds in the shores of wisdom!

The ideal man is he who, in the midst of the greatest silence and solitude, finds the intensest activity, and in the midst of the intensest activity finds the silence and solitude of the desert. He has learnt the secret of restraint, he has controlled himself. He goes through the streets of a big city with all its traffic, and his mind is as calm as if he were in a cave, where not a sound could reach him; and he is intensely working all the time. That is the ideal of Karma-Yoga

Even as the lion, not trembling at noises; even as the wind, not caught in a net; even as the lotus-leaf, untouched by the water — so do thou wander alone like the rhinoceros!

When thou prayest, enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret

How mysteriously alone we are! How tempting to imagine that if we're loved, our loneliness will be dispelled.

Besides, far better always to fend alone than with an uncertain ally.

I have no relish for the country; it is a kind of healthy grave.

Live always in the best company when you read.

There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

The silence depressed me. It wasn't the silence of silence. It was my own silence.

At these times she was subject to a peculiar kind of day-dreaming, so vivid as to be almost a hallucination: that she was in the country, at dusk, and alone, and strangely at peace. She did not recall the places which she had visited in holiday-time, these reproached her like opportunities neglected. But while her body sat before the first fires and was cosy with Henry and Caroline, her mind walked by lonely seaboards, in marshes and fens, or came at nightfall to the edge of a wood.

Still reading, Miss St John? You read a lot, don't you? - It saves me from conversation.

He wrote how he "needed to be by himself, so he could miss her, to get some perspective