I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone...

Sitting on the porch alone, listening to them fixing supper, he felt again the indignation he had felt before, the sense of loss and the aloneness, the utter defenselessness that was each man’s lot, sealed...

The wise oyster stays in its shell.

It’s not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it’s your friends

Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people...

Solitude, isolation, are painful things and beyond human endurance.

To get matured, you must have an education in the School of Solitude!

All that is important comes in quietness and waiting.

Many people suffer from the fear of finding oneself alone, and so they don’t find themselves at all.

And you should not let yourself be confused in your solitude by the fact that there is something in you that wants to move out of it.

So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts...

In a soulmate we find not company, but a completed solitude.

Poems can getsleepless tooand becomethe loneliest thingin the universe.

And still the strange meaningless conversations continue, and I wonder more and more at the fabric which nets the world together, so that anything which I do finally incubate out of my system into words...

The world is too much with us; late and soon,Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;Little we see in Nature that is ours;We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!This Sea that bares...

Saya kesepian, Tuhan. Tidakkah Engkau kasihan pada saya? Saya hanya ingin mempunyai teman. Cukup satu saja. Yang bisa saya ajak bicara, bercanda, dan bercengkrama. Yang selalu ada di kala sedih dan bahagia. Sekali lagi, kabulkan...

One of the three pigeons flew on the same bark just before the second pigeon had flown on it ; and I observed the third lagging just the opposite direction !

The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews...

So I lived alone. The first thing I did was take off my pants. Naturally.

Sometimes you need to sit lonely on the floor in a quiet room in order to hear your own voice and not let it drown in the noise of others.