Quotes About Solitude

Quizá sí estaba más sola que nadie en el mundo. Quizás eso no estaba mal.

There's a crazy lady living in your head. I hope you'll be comforted to hear that you're not alone.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and privacy, and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

No soul can grow to its full stature without spells of solitude.

I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one near or far To keep the world from being mine.

Scarce heard, beneath yon arching trees, The silver-crested ripples pass; And, like a mimic brook, the breeze Whispers among the grass. Here from the world I win release, Nor scorn of men, nor footstep rude, Break in to mar the holy peace Of this great solitude. Here may the silent tears I weep Lull the vexed spirit into rest, As infants sob themselves to sleep Upon a mother's breast...

I'm not anti-social. I'm pro-solitude.

Solitude is a form of meditation.

Solitude coaxes magical things from our souls.

The reason old souls enjoy spending time alone is because they never really are.

Except yourself I have never met the man for whom I felt that intimate sympathy (of intellect as well as soul) which is the sole basis of friendship.

The feeling of Sunday is the same everywhere, heavy, melancholy, standing still.

Tea should be taken in solitude...

Today I'd like to sit and sip, Forget about the world a bit, Ignore the things I have to do, And just enjoy a cup or two.

With tea, one is always in company, even when taken alone.

It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something.

There is indeed scarcely any writer who has not celebrated the happiness of rural privacy, and delighted himself and his reader with the melody of birds, the whisper of groves, and the murmur of rivulets...

To-day one half remembers With a sigh, In the yellow-mooned Septembers Long gone by, Many a solitary stroll With an overflowing soul...

Give me nights perfectly quiet... and I looking up at the stars...

There is a solitude of space, A solitude of sea, A solitude of death, but these Society shall be, Compared with that profounder site, That polar privacy, A Soul admitted to Itself: Finite Infinity.

A bare tree stands with roots on both ends in December days.

The weather being fine and dry... he sent his valise on by the coach, and set out to walk.... in the healthful exercise and the pleasant road. It is not easy to walk alone in the country without musing upon something. And he had plenty of unsettled subjects to meditate upon, though he had been walking to the Land's End.

Weekend goals: not leaving my bedroom, not leaving my house, not going to a party. My childhood punishments have become my adult goals.

Winter starves our bellies but nourishes our souls.