Quotes About Seclusion

Solitude and quiet are highly desirable, but the lack of them is no barrier to writing... The will to work builds all the seclusion that one needs.

The story of 'Mr. Robot' is really about this guy who's lonely - who's alone and feels so disconnected from the world.

The fishing is best where the fewest go,

Ma che faccia che hai, sembri uno che ha un urgente bisogno di essere sepolto.

I have lived through much and now I think I have found what is needed for happiness. A quiet, secluded life in the country with possibility of being useful to people.

I do not like attention. Oddly enough, I do everything I can to avoid it.

The first private space of my own wasn't a dorm room; it was a hotel room in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

The only time I am seen in public is when I go to work. When I go home to England, I never leave my home.

Outside the family circle, papa, I'm glad to say, is entirely unknown. I think that is quite as it should be. The home seems to me to be the proper sphere for the man.

From that time on she lived in lonely caves.

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What a terrible thing it would be to be the Pope! What unthinkable responsibilities to fall on your shoulders at an advanced age! No privacy. No seclusion. No sin.

Being alone means there is no one else in this world

History shows that the majority of people that have done anything great have passed their youth in seclusion.

I want to be left alone.

I like to be left alone when I'm not working.

I need some isolation, it's necessary to me, that's just who I am. I need to be left alone.

I want to be alone ... I just want to be alone.

I need to do things on my own, need to be left alone.

He lived out there, eight miles from any neighbor, in a masculine solitude in what might be called the half-acre gunroom of a baronial splendor.

and the romantics end up anchorites in the desert.

she'd wanted to do was shut herself away — and think.

I just wanted to fade into the background. Be invisible. Disappear.

Ah! The world is a new and a wide one to you, But the world to your sweetheart is shut, For a change never comes to the lonely Bush girl From the stockyard, the bush, and the hut; And the only relief from the dullness she feels Is when ridges grow softened and dim, And away in the dusk to the sliprails she steals To dream of past meetings with him.