Quotes About Solitude

How happy is the little stone That rambles in the road alone, And doesn't care about careers, And exigencies never fears; Whose coat of elemental brown A passing universe put on; And independent as the sun, Associates or glows alone, Fulfilling absolute decree In casual simplicity.

To the winter forest And nowhere to go This girl runs From all she knows

never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

If one advances confidently," Thoreau had written in Walden, "in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours." He'd also observed that part of this success was the product of being alone. "I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

The lonely mind in the busy city yearns for connection because it thinks human-tohuman connection is the point of everything. But amid pure nature (or the 'tonic of wildness' as Thoreau called it) solitude took on a different character. It became in itself a kind of connection. A connection between herself and the world. And between her and herself.

It is lonely, this world, without a friend.

If one advances confidently,' Thoreau had written in Walden, 'in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.' He'd also observed that part of this success was the product of being alone. 'I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.' -The Midnight Library

The silence of not needing to talk. Of just being together, of together-being. The way you could be happily silent with yourself.

It began to rain again, so she sat there with the blinds open, staring at the drops on the glass.

I have no clan, nor any rank. I am unique.

This truth--to prove, and make thine own: Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone.

Yes, thou art gone! and round me too the nightIn ever-nearing circle weaves her shade.

We mortal millions live alone.

Yes: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone .

Losing him would, she realised, be unlike anything she had ever experienced before. A marriage is a conspiracy, a shared aspect toward the rest of the society, a code devised over a long history of negotiation and habit. That code would vanish. Her thoughts would be unobserved, her memories would be hers alone, without the heft that comes from sharing them with another. She would become insubstantial to herself.

Gracious souls wish to retire from the hurry and bustle of this world, that they may sweetly enjoy God and themselves; and, if there be any true peace on this side heaven, it is they that enjoy it in those retirements. This makes death desirable to a child of God, that it is a final escape from all the storms and tempests of this world to perfect and everlasting rest.

Loneliness is not brutal like that, but it can be a painful way to learn. Interestingly, solitude is the cure for loneliness. When we are afraid of being alone, we should go into it. Dive deep into it. Solitude teaches profound lessons, especially about ourselves. Feeling lonely has value. Sometimes we need to turn inward to discover what we need to hold on to and what we need to let go of.

until we learn to be comfortable alone—and more than that, to enjoy our own company—we are not really ready to live a bold and passionate life. And until we learn this lesson we are unconditionally unprepared to be in any kind of significant relationship with another person.

Loneliness, or solitude, or perhaps both, teach us who we are deep down beyond the influences of parents, teachers, friends, and current culture. Loneliness and solitude teach us what is really important and what is trivial nonsense. Loneliness is a form of hunger, and hunger is good for us. Loneliness and solitude teach us gratitude. Yes, there are differences between the two, but they intermingle and often it is impossible to separate them.

Darkness is a kind of visual silence, and monks love it.

I prefer the society of one faithful person to an association of rapid talkers, who more than anything else seek admiration from one another.

They always blamed my reading, you know, for my having fewer friends than my brother and for my weak eyes, never thinking that because I had weak eyes and because I was shy, having a book at the ready rescued me.

At some point within the first month I started talking to myself, which wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that I was also answering myself. I'd never imagined how crucial English was to my sense of a unified self—part

She tried to imagine what it would feel like to have always been alone. She decided that being alone to begin with would be easier than being left alone. Everything would be easier than that.