Quotes About Solitude

So vertraulich, so heimlich hab' ich nicht leicht ein Plätzchen gefunden, und dahin lass' ich mein Tischchen aus dem Wirtshause bringen und meinen Stuhl, trinke meinen Kaffee da und lesen meinen Homer.

Ich ging im Walde so für mich hin, und nichts zu suchen, das war mein Sinn.

Talent develops in solitude, character develops in the stream of life.

So here we are once more in the wilds, and once more we've come upon some out of the way corner. But what a wilderness, and what an out of the way corner!

nights and days came and passed and summer and winter and the sun and the wind and the rain. and it was good to be a little island a part of the world and a world of its own all surrounded by the bright blue sea.

I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.

It is both relaxing and invigorating to ... set aside the worries of life, [and] seek the company of a friendly book...

Got a whiskey cured guitar and no place is too far

Today, many people write about burnout. Why didn't Jesus burn out? I think the answer rests in three simple principles: Jesus measured all investments of time against his purpose, he took time for solitude with the Father, and he didn't try to do too much.

Autumn is the hush before winter.

I love the smell of vintage words, the taste of authors' souls, the feel of books a thousand times read, the sight of worn spines in line on a shelf, the haunting sound and inked-mind silence of reading alone.

There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

Camping: The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower, and flush toilet.

We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven.

When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.

You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds...

I wandered lonely as a Cloud That floats on high o'er Vales and Hills...

Finding words of no avail, I next resorted to tears.

I am all alone in my chamber now, And the midnight hour is near... Over my soul, in its solitude, Sweet feelings of sadness glide; For my heart and my eyes are full, when I think Of the little boy that died...

What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.

Desert — a piece of Earth that God forgot to water.

My dear friend: Three or four months on the edge of the desert, all alone — how I envy you; and again, how I thank Heaven I am not in a similar position.

Sometimes you need to spend time in an empty desert to discover how full your soul is.

Hanging my head and my heart with it, that you sorrowed alone...