Quotes About Solitude

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.

Sonetul c?tre Wer Preatrista mea numit? Wer Numai vederea te mai strânge. ?i-ai pus cuvântul meu cercel Dar to?i î?i mai vorbesc prin sânge! Ai tras prin tine un alt cer S? fiu un plâns f?r? ureche Prin? invizibil ?i stingher Vagabondând o lume veche. Preatrista mea numit? Wer Un vagabond singur e-un rege! (Prin reverii se arat? R sim?ind în cifra ? o lege!) Însingurat de-a nu fi cer Nu poate via?a-mi s? te nege.

Pissenlit Au bord du trottoir Au bout du monde L'œil jaune de la solitude [Dandelion On the edge of the pavement At the end of the world The yellow eye of loneliness]

At the Konya bus station

Wisconsin was covered several inches deep in snow -- very beautiful, with light ice-floes on the lakes and rivers, and the bare trees and tall grasses like brown feathers against the snow. As the sun set it was reflected in the ice-covered lakes and the light snow -- but all the same I'm glad that most of my [lecture] tour has been in summer and autumn weather. As soon as winter comes there is an extraordinary effect of desolation in these miles upon miles of uninhabited prairies and hills.

Q: Why do I love thee, O Night? A: Because you know I will never answer.

To be alone with yourself is to be alone. To be in the company of others is to be alone together. The only time you are not alone is when you forget yourself and reach out in love -- the lines of self blur, and just for a wild, flickering moment you experience the miracle of other . And now you know the secret.

She was not alone. There was Mr. Rochester with a candle, followed by a very mousy little governess by the name of Jane Eyre—ah, no, those were just the remnants of her dream;

A self-working individual will be sitting around home one day when the startling thought occurs, "Here I am, sitting around, doing nothing of interest, nothing to hope for, no one to talk with-and I am not depressed.

That profound darkness where weeping doesn't exist.

If I die, leave me alone. Don't sing to me. Bury me wrapped in the deck I leave behind, in that lovely treasure that will know how to strum me like a sure hand. I'll sound like a fragrance from the depths, very grave. I 'll rise to your ears, and from there, turned into pure vegetation, I 'll debunk myself, untelling my own story, my own plot, Rowing back into my mouth left ajar, into the Dream that keeps on swallowing and, like a cardboard mask, won 't cough me up.

Deeper, much deeper, the fire purifies. It is the wilderness fire to which no one descends. An exile, forbidden to souls, forbidden to shadows. Bowels that burn with an unholy solitude.

There are moments of loneliness when the astonished heart realizes it feels no love.

Ojo por ojo. Ojo por ojo como hostia por hostia Ojo árbol Ojo pájaro Ojo río Ojo montaña Ojo mar Ojo tierra Ojo luna Ojo cielo Ojo silencio Ojo soledad por ojo ausencia Ojo dolor por ojo risa

In the big city nobody has time to make friends. The big city is a big solitude.

Then the doors closed throughout the hotel. Everyone locked himself in behind the double doors and each was left alone with himself and his secrets.

Many Christians stay busy and avoid solitude because they fear what God will show them regarding their motives and affections.

nightcap with Browne

To give thanks in solitude is enough. Thanksgiving has wings and goes where it must go. Your prayer knows much more about it than you do.

In winter there is no heat, no light, no noon, evening touches morning, there is fog, and mist, the window is frosted, and you cannot see clearly. The sky is but the mouth of a cave. The whole day is the cave.... Frightful season! Winter changes into stone the water of heaven and the heart of man.

If you cut out a rectangle of a perfectly blue sky, no clouds, no wind, no birds, frame it with a blue frame, place it faceup on the floor of an empty museum with an open atrium to the sky, that is grief.

If you sing of beauty though alone in the heart of the desert you will have an audience.

Nourish yourself with grand and austere ideas of beauty that feed the soul Seek solitude.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.