Can you be alone without being lonely? Can you spend time by yourself without craving noise or company of other people? Have you discovered the glory of quiet time spent alone, time spent listening to...

People say they are alone. But to whom do they say that? (Les gens disent qu’ils sont seuls. – Mais à qui le disent-ils?)

I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, it is poison.

Fame is an island, and right before the castaway, the getaway of being known without being known.

Aloneness is a gift. A beautiful gift to the human soul. True and consistent satisfaction comes from the bond you form with yourself. Nobody else is a constant

I can be alone without being lonely. In fact, those times of solitude are necessary respite for a beleaguered soul, set upon by the pressures of life. I need to take whatever moments I can...

Isolation is a way to know ourselves.

Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn’t have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery...

I can’t help you, I can only guide you, and you are the one who can help yourself.

To be left alone is the most precious thing one can ask of the modern world.

Solitude is such a potential thing. We hear voices in solitude, we never hear in the hurry and turmoil of life; we receive counsels and comforts, we get under no other condition . . .

My Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have. I hesitate to go out. If you opened the little gate, I would not hop away—but oh how I sing in my gold cage.

Osamělost nevzniká tím, že by člověk kolem sebe neměl lidi, nýbrž spíše tím, že jim nemůže sdělit věci, které se mu jeví jako důležité, nebo že považuje za platné myšlenky, které jiní považují za nepravděpodobné.

She has always said that talking makes everyone feel better. He says talking is the equivalent of grooming. The tongue and fingers are governed by the same parts of the brain. He marvels at how...

He was not oppressed by a crowd because in the midst of all the hullabaloo he always found a quiet place for his soul.

The letters released something, maybe a sense that he was not alone, that the world was a place where travelers in language could know the same things.

Every moment of life wants to tell us something, but we do not want to hear what it has to say: when we are alone and quiet we are afraid that something will be whispered...

I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.

For me, there’s nothing better than getting immersed in a sprawling, epic, multi-generational family saga, and ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is the most sprawling, epic, and multi-generational of them all.

Perhaps there are those who are able to go about their lives unfettered by such concerns. But for those like us, our fate is to face the world as orphans, chasing through long years the...

There is no greater solitude than that of the samurai unless it is that of the tiger in the jungle… Perhaps…

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

If you are alone you belong entirely to yourself. If you are accompanied by even one companion you belong only half to yourself or even less in proportion to the thoughtlessness of his conduct and...

I am here alone for the first time in weeks, to take up my “real” life again at last. That is what is strange – that friends, even passionate love, are not my real life...

Everybody in the world wants to be understood and to have others appreciate them.Being different is scary. Solitude is pain and loneliness.

Everyday, spend some time in solitude to repair the damages done by the crowds!

Loneliness is like sitting in an empty room and being aware of the space around you. It is a condition of separateness. Solitude is becoming one with the space around you. It is a condition...

When words don’t come easy, I make do with silence and find something in nothing.” ~ Strider Marcus Jones, Poet

Humans are all too happy to keep company until the company turns out to be less appealing than solitude.

In the wide pile, by others heeded not,Hers was one sacred solitary spot,Whose gloomy aisles and bending shelves containFor moral hunger food, and cures for moral pain.

Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.

I want someone to sit beside after the day’s pursuit and all its anguish, after its listening, and its waitings, and its suspicions. After quarrelling and reconciliation I need privacy – to be alone with...

Jamie enjoyed solitude, but loneliness was a constant ache.

We live, in fact, in a world starved for solitude, silence, and private: and therefore starved for meditation and true friendship.

A physical shortcoming could produce a kind of mental excess. The process, it seemed, was reversible. Mental excess could produce, for its own purposes, the voluntary blindness and deafness of deliberate solitude, the artificial impotence...

Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.

Lonely’ is a troubling word and not one to be tossed around lightly. It makes people uncomfortable, summoning up as it does all kinds of harsher adjectives, like ‘sad’ or ‘strange’. I have always been...

Even if you are alive somewhere, the absence of the other person who used to be there beside you obliterates your presence. Everything in the room, even the stars in the sky, can disappear in...

Living without personal boundaries is like trying to hold my breath and gasp for air, at the same time, it doesn’t work. My introverted nature requires solitary sanctuary, to breathe. My internal batteries need time...

Solitude is fine, but you need someone to tell you that solitude is fine.

Solitude has seven skins; nothing gets through any more.

I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself.

…she had no resources for solitude…

Pasmo sempre quando acabo qualquer coisa. Pasmo e desolo-me. O meu instinto de perfeição deveria inibir-me de acabar; deveria inibir-me até de dar começo. Mas distraio-me e faço. O que consigo é um produto, em...

Anything we fully do is an alone journey.

O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell, Let it not be among the jumbled heap of murky buildings

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

It is in your power to withdraw yourself whenever you desire. Perfect tranquility within consists in the good ordering of the mind, the realm of your own.

I knew that on that island one was driven back into the past. There was so much space, so much silence, so few meetings that one too easily saw out of the present, and then...

I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.