Quotes About Solitude

There's a room in my house where my stereo, records, CDs, and books are housed. I spend a lot of time in that room, sitting in my chair beside the fireplace, reading and listening to music. Sometimes I just stand before the shelves and look at my books, because every single one of them means something to me.

The best thinking has been done in solitude. The worst has been done in turmoil.

Better be alone than in bad company.

Learning makes a man fit company for himself.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,The plowman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,Or busy housewife ply her evening care.

A fav'rite has no friend!

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,/ The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,/ The ploughman homeward plods his weary way,/ And leaves the world to darkness and to me./

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

A man with no one to revere, Julian said, is a man alone.' At that moment, he seemed to consider such loneliness the worst of fates, a sentence he would not have imposed upon the vilest man on earth. And yet, at times, I thought now, he had seemed to impose that very loneliness upon himself.

We two kept house, the Past and I,The Past and I;Through all my tasks it hovered nigh,Leaving me never alone.

I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was specter-gray,And Winter's dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day.

So may I live no junctive law fulfilling, And my heart's table bear no woman's name.

Friends depart, and memory takes them To her caverns, pure and deep.

Oh! virtue knows no hopeless grief, 'Tis sin that must despair; The true believer finds relief In solitary pray'r.

There's a time when we feel the want of friends, The early one's the best, When love, like a weary bird, descends To find a place of rest; And finds on all the earth not one Familiar spot to rest upon.

[In a state of nature] No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.

The trout fisher, like the landscape painter, haunts the loveliest places of the earth, and haunts them alone. Solitude and his own thoughts—he must be on the best terms with all of these; and he who can take kindly the largest allowance of these is likely to be the kindliest and truest with his fellow men.

The strongest man in the world is the man who stands alone.

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.

Vina e un vis, mila e singura realitate.

If he were to come away with anything from this schedule, it would be that his life revolved around food and little else. It didn't feel like a meaningless existence, but perhaps that's what happened when you lived alone long enough. When you no longer noticed the silence. Or felt the cold.