Quotes About Solitude

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

What's the furthest corner? Because that's where I want to be, alone with the only thing that I love.

I'll always be happy if they'd leave me alone in that delightful and unknown furthest corner, apart from struggles, putrefactions and nonsense; the ultimate corner of sugar and toast, where the mermaids catch the branches of the willows and the heart opens to a flute's sharpness.

We prefer to avoid men, and to shun the world, in order that we may seek in retirement, the only peace that is possessing, the only happiness which is left us to enjoy.

Letter writing is the only device combining solitude with good company.

Absence - that common cure of love.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

I loved - but those I loved are gone; Had friends - my early friends are fled: How cheerless feels the heart alone When all its former hopes are dead! Though gay companions o'er the bowl Dispel awhile the sense of ill; Though pleasure stirs the maddening soul, The heart - the heart - is lonely still.

Sigh to the stars, as wolves howl to the moon...

Sólo salgo para renovar la necesidad de estar solo.

Composing a letter is a way to combine solitude with good company.

Unhappy Dives! in an evil hour 'Gainst Nature's voice seduced to deeds accurst! Once Fortune's minion, now thou feel'st her power; Wrath's vial on thy lofty head bath burst. In Wit, in Genius, as in Wealth the first, How wondrous bright thy blooming morn arose! But thou went smitten with th' unhallow'd thirst Of crime un-named, and thy sad noon must close In scorn, and solitude unsought, the worst of woes.

This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.

There is nothing more alone in the universe than man. He is alone because he has the intellectual capacity to know that he is separated by a vast gulf of social memory and experiment from the lives of his animal associates.

Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.

Some men are daylight readers, who peruse the ambiguous wording of clouds or the individual letter shapes of wandering birds. Some, like myself, are librarians of the night, whose ephemeral documents consist of root-inscribed bones or whatever rustles in the thickets upon solitary walks.

I had not expected the gentle, tentative surge of gratitude I began to feel...for St. Paul's School, the spring, and the early morning. I needed the morning light and the warbling birds. I needed to find a way to live in this place for a moment and get the good of it. I had tried to hold myself apart, and the aloneness proved more terrible than what I had tried to escape.

It's time for quiet, Shakes,' Michael said, staring down at the ground. 'That I do know. Give things a rest. Find a spot where I can shut my eyes and not have to see the places I've been. Maybe I'll even get lucky and forget I was ever there.

He took a deep, long swig and closed his eyes.

Well, yeah, you do have to do some things alone. You come into this life alone, and you go out alone. At the end of the day, it's just you.

The world around me fades.

It bypasses Watt Lake and heads way up into the forest and mountains out the