Quotes About Solitude

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone. —T. S. ELIOT

I have stood apart from the world for so long. That has made it hard for me to navigate being in it, but it has also made me an excellent observer.

Que la muerte sea tu única compañera.

only under the water can I allow myself to weep. Only under the water can I admit that I almost died and that I was terrified and that I wish there was someone to whom I could tell all that. I hold my breath until there's no more breath to hold.

It's milky and fragrant, and only under the water can I allow myself to weep. Only under the water can I admit that I almost died and that I was terrified and that I wish there was someone to whom I could tell all that. I hold my breath until there's no more breath to hold.

She did not need anyone else's love when she had roses.

Far away in the mountains a shepherd hears their [the warriors'] thundering.

We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.

In the desert there is all—and yet nothing…. God is there and man is not.

Solitude is fine but you need someone to tell that solitude is fine.

La solitude est une belle chose; mais il faut quelqu'un pour vous dire que la solitude est une belle chose.

She was white like the sands, tawny like the sands, solitary and burning like the sands.

The region is a desert of stones, a solitude with a character of its own, an arid spot, which could only be inhabited by beings who had either attained to absolute nullity, or were gifted with some abnormal strength of soul.

The tranquility and peace that a scholar needs is something as sweet and as exhilarating as love.

All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other-- Only the mountain and I.

Here it is night: I stay at the Summit Temple. Here I can touch the stars with my hand. I dare not speak aloud in the silence For fear of disturbing the dwellers of Heaven.

Since the days of old, the wise and the good Have been left alone in their solitude, While merry drinkers have achieved enviable fame.

Before my bed, the moon is shining bright, I think that it is frost upon the ground. I raise my head and look at the bright moon. I lower my head and think of home.

AMUSING MYSELF Facing my wine, I did not see the dusk, Falling blossoms have filled the folds of my clothes. Drunk, I rise and approach the moon in the stream, Birds are far off, people too are few.

STAYING THE NIGHT AT A MOUNTAIN TEMPLE The high tower is a hundred feet tall, From here one's hand could pluck the stars. I do not dare to speak in a loud voice, I fear to disturb the people in heaven.

Drunk we lie down in empty hills,heaven and earth our quilt and pillow.

We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.

You ask why I make my home in the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.

The birds have vanished into the sky and now the last cloud drains away. We sit together the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.