Quotes About Solitude

The only time we waste is the time we spend thinking we are alone.

Mas tudo parecia tão remoto, tão abstrato e estranho para ele. Quanto mais olhava para o mar e para o céu, mais afastado se sentia da humanidade.

Nunca senti um vazio tão incompreensível dentro de mim, e só então, enquanto meu corpo se erguia do banco, comecei a entender quão absolutamente sozinho eu estava no mundo.

He was, after all, an avid reader, preferring the detached solace of a book above most human interaction. Yet

From 7 in the morning to 11 at night, I was reading. I don't think one can find any other time in one's life to be left alone so much to read in peace like that.

I am strongly moved to fly into some desert to avoid all approach of human creatures

hermetic world.

The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn. I started going for long lone country walks among the spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end, giving myself up to the earth-scents and the sky-winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.

Did you know that Christmas Day is absolutely the best day to fly? It is. No crowded airports and crowded planes. I always flew to Australia. That's what Christmas was for me - a plane journey to the next tournament.

There was a time when you were not a slave, remember that. You walked alone, full of laughter, you bathed bare-bellied. You say you have lost all recollection of it, remember . . . You say there are no words to describe this time, you say it does not exist. But remember. Make an effort to remember. Or, failing that, invent.

It is all very well seeking yourself, but not when you find that ultimately you don't enjoy the company you may end up keeping.

Following the death of his wife, Sam Johnson wrote to the Reverend Mr. Thomas Warton, "I have ever since seemed to myself broken off from mankind; a kind of solitary wanderer in the wilds of life, without any certain direction, or fixed point of view: a gloomy gazer on a world to which I have little relation." But my wife wasn't dead, merely absent.

We're born alone and we die alone, I accept that. But why, God, do we have to be alone in the middle?

Laugh and the world laughs with you; weep and you weep alone.

We visit others as a matter of social obligation. How long has it been since we have visited with ourselves?

And remember don't high post when you're far from home, and high posting when you're all alone.

Loneliness is the most terrible poverty.

Loneliness and the feeling of being unwanted is the worst poverty of all.

Life is passing all the ignorant are believing; but it is passing, to again be newly arriving. Time, a chain of days, nights... nothing else: name for breathing in and out, nothing else! And, what is this wave of breath? A sword! What is Self? The sharp edge of the sword! What is the Self? Life's innermost mystery! It is the whole of creation waking up, to see! Self's drunk upon others but enjoys solitude, it is the ocean that a drop all it does include.

They say that there are many saints in Tibet who remain in solitude and are still very helpful to the world... "It can be so. Realisation of the Self is the greatest help that can be rendered to humanity. Therefore, the saints are said to be helpful, though they remain in forests. But it should not be forgotten that solitude is not in forest only. It can be had even in towns, in the thick of worldly occupations.

The world know it not; but you, Autumn, I confess it: your wind at night-fall stabs deep into my heart

Autumn is no time to lie alone

People make a great deal of the flowers of spring and the leaves of autumn, but for me a night like this, with a clear moon shining on snow, is the best -- and there is not a trace of color in it. I cannot describe the effect it has on me, weird and unearthly somehow. I do not understand people who find a winter evening forbidding.

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