Quotes About Solitude

Seated here in contemplations lost, my thought discovers vaster space beyond, supernal silence and unfathomed peace

He who has little communication with people is seldom a misanthrope. True misanthropes are not found in solitude, but in the world. This is because it is practical experience of life, and certainly not philosophy, that makes people hate their fellows.

divertirli quanto più si potesse dal conversare col proprio animo, o almeno col desiderio di quella loro incognita e vana felicità.

e il naufragar m'è dolce in questo mare.

Solo il mio cor piaceami, e col mio core In un perenne ragionar sepolto, Alla guardia seder del mio dolore. Seul me plaisait mon coeur, et d'être enseveli Dans un échange éternel avec lui, Siégeant à la garde de ma douleur. (il primo amore, le premier amour)

E tu pur volgi Dai miseri lo sguardo ; e tu, sdegnando Le sciagure e gli affani, alla reina Felicita servi, o natura. In cielo, In terra amico agl'infelici alcuno E rifugio non resta altro che il ferro. Mais toi aussi tu détournes Tes yeux des malheureux, ô nature, Méprisant les disgrâces, les peines, Tu ne sers que le bonheur, ce souverain. Dans le ciel, sur la terre, il n'est au malheureux D'autre ami, d'autre refuge, que le fer. (La vita solitaria, la vie solitaire)

Cuando ni siquiera me era grata, huyendo del placer, la sonrisa de los astros, el silencio de la aurora o el verdear del prado. Hasta de la gloria callaba amor ahora, y si en otro tiempo me inflamaba tanto, hoy sólo de la belleza era morada.

peoples, like so many beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only of his own private interests and have reached the extreme of delicacy, or better of pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and lash out at the slightest displeasure. Thus no matter how great the throng and press of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a deep solitude of spirit and will, scarcely any two being able to agree since each follows his own pleasure and caprice.

First come the wild and solitary, then those tied to a few in faithful friendship, next those who side with the manyto attain civil ends, and finally, in pursuit of particular ends of utilityor pleasure, the whollydissolute , who, amidst the great multitude of bodies, return to the first solitude of the soul.

Bore: A man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

A bore is a man who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.

Solitude goes wherever you go, traveler.

There is something easy about being alone and deciding what to do and how to do it.

So it's not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don't stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves; What a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying.

Is there a place you can go to break away for a little while? If you haven't yet built your tree house, it's never too late to start.

A craving for company can yield the surprising discovery that the companionship we yearn for is with ourselves.

The treasured vistas of our solo journeys are not always about the landscape.

The gift of solo moments is that they are wholly ours. On or off the road, solo moments connect us inward to ourselves with heightened clarity and insight. They also direct our energies out into the world, magnetizing us to new people and experiences we may not have encountered under any other circumstance.

In a life full of work, family, civic responsibilities, commutes and errands, your training runs offer fertile opportunity to lean inward and listen.

If companionship is a mandate for all of our experiences, then we will miss out on many of life's blessings.

Aunque lo obligara a trotar como un cervatillo, oírla reírse o hablar se le hacía mucho más placentero que el silencio y la soledad.

Sola yo, amor, y vos quién sabe dónde; tu recuerdo me mece como al maíz el viento y te traigo en el tiempo, recorro los caminos, me río a carcajadas y somos los dos juntos otra vez, junto al agua.

There are more puzzles in the shadow of a man walking under the sun than in all past, present, and future religions.

Si muore generalmente perché si è soli o perché si è entrati in un gioco troppo grande. Si muore spesso perché non si dispone delle necessarie alleanze, perché si è privi di sostegno. In Sicilia la mafia colpisce i servitori dello Stato che lo Stato non è riuscito a proteggere.