Quotes About Solitude

Good; and what of him? ALEXANDER They say he is a very man per se, And stands alone. CRESSIDA So do all men, unless they are drunk, sick, or have no legs.

For now I stand as one upon a rock Environed with a wilderness of sea.

good alone Is good without a name, vileness is so

The malignancy of my fate might perhaps distemper yours. Therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It

Reading - the best state yet to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

Mercifully, I was at that age when reading was still a passion and thus, save for a happy marriage, the best state possible in which to keep absolute loneliness at bay. I could not have made it through those evenings otherwise.

I suddenly encountered the face of loneliness, and decided that it was a merciless and ugly face indeed.

For the first time in my life, which had for years been sometimes witlessly gregarious, I discovered the pain of unwanted solitude. Like a felon suddenly thrown into solitary confinement, I found myself feeding off the unburned fat of inward resources I barely knew I possessed.

For me the real healers were seclusion and time.

Mercifully, I was at that age when reading was still a passion and thus, save for a happy marriage, the best state possible in which to keep absolute loneliness at bay.

Would he ever, he wondered, escape from people who banged on the doors he locked to demand his egress?

small bathroom she drew on her nightdress again in order

then found a bench in a

can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people.

I can go for weeks without hearin' the sound of a human voice. And I love it, Melody. I love it. I don't need people the way you do. Hell, I don't even like most people.

A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.

When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude

There standing with its hard firmness beneath her feet, her head and face bared to the wind that swept up from the deep valley below and broke in torrents against this ledge, she regained an inner quiet, a stillness she could not name or identify. It was as essential to her existence, however--had been even when she was still a child--as water or food itself.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.

Her shadow kept her company along the corridor to her bedroom, preceding her like a welcoming innkeeper.

Ross took a deep breath of the air, which was heavy with the smell of sea. He fancied he could hear the waves breaking.

Quando il piccolo uomo se ne fu andato, Ross si riempì nuovamente la pipa, l'accese e tornò al suo libro. Tabitha Bethia gli saltò in grembo e lui non la spinse via, e cominciò invece a massaggiarle un orecchio mentre leggeva.

inclined his head and moved off slowly across the beach.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong; and a boy deprived of a father's care often develops, if he escape the perils of youth, an independence and vigour of thought which may restore in after life the heavy loss of early days. It