Quotes About Solitude

Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.

Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter's evening, when dusk almost hides the body, and they seem to issue from nothingness with a note of intimacy seldom heard by day.

How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that opens its wings on the stake. Let me sit here for ever with bare things, this coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in themselves, myself being myself.

Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

Travel is the most private of pleasures. There is no greater bore than the travel bore. We do not in the least want to hear what he has seen in Hong Kong.

The talent of making friends is not equal to the talent of doing without them.

I am here a stranger to all feasts but those of blood.

Everyone who had ever cared to investigate the nature of human loneliness had seen that only one's own working mind breaks the solitude of the self.

Johnson odiaba y temía la vida en un pueblo. Las calles cerradas y silenciosas lo sumían en la desesperación. En un pueblo, su presencia no encontraba reflejo. La soledad se volvía insoportable. La ciudad tenía sentido porque hacía soportable la soledad.

The life we lead as writers is awful—it's boring, tedious, lonely," -Vivian Gornick

Those of us who crave the expressive but can't shake off the melancholy walk the street.

The age in which we live, this non-stop distraction, is making it more impossible for the young generation to ever have the curiosity or discipline... because you need to be alone to find out anything.

Dersú –le dije–, te echaba de menos. En cuanto no estás, siento que falta algo.

The happiest of all lives is a busy solitude.

We are rarely proud when we are alone.

I will arise and go now. To a place called Innisfree. And I shall have some peace there, For peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning To where the cricket sings

I talk to him when I'm lonesome like; and I'm sure he understands. When he looks at me so attentively, and gently licks my hands; then he rubs his nose on my tailored clothes, but I never say naught thereat. For the good Lord knows I can buy more clothes, but never a friend like that.

No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.

Para soñar hace falta libertad, soledad...

Now all my teachers are dead except silence.

I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

A lonely impulse of delight

My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble table-top. While on the shop and street I gazed My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.