Quotes About Solitude

island of Komudo

Pakdusan, Mount of Eternal Snow

Oh, there is a loneliness which befalls me now and then and it is something more than death.

So lonely, so trapped within his own cocoon that he can't even cry without a spectator to appreciate the effort it takes to shed a tear onstage.

There are six ways of describing this kind of cool loneliness. They are: less desire, contentment, avoiding unnecessary activity, complete discipline, not wandering in the world of desire, and not seeking security from one's discursive thoughts.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.

A turn or two I'll walk To still my beating mind.

You can never be annoyed by anyone when you are just alone, insults comes from being too familiar even with the most respectful persons.

When I'm alone, I can sleep crossways in bed without an argument.

A real pleasure is a pleasure that one enjoys by one's self, without a companion, and without a single argument.

The Taj Mahal rises above the banks of the river like a solitary tear suspended on the cheek of time.

Art starts alone - and convinces society later.

Art is made by the alone for the alone.

If an artist wants to use his mind for creative work, cutting oneself off from society is a necessary thing

To create art means to be crazy alone forever.

It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one's arms again.

Vacant heart, and hand, and eye, Easy live and quiet die.

Creativity is essentially a lonely art. An even lonelier struggle.

You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers; welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content.

I didn't mind my own company as a child; I was happy playing alone in the sandpit.

I'm with a crowd but oh so alone.

To thee, fair Freedom! I retire From flattery, cards, and dice, and din: Nor art thou found in mansions higher Than the low cot, or humble inn.

Works of Art are of an infinite loneliness.

The library was open for one hour after school let out. I hid there, looking at art books and reading poetry.