I don’t want anyone to look to me, not for protection, not for happiness, not for love, not for anything.

Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt / In solitude, where we are least alone.

Solitude is the place of purification.

When your mind is quiet, when your mind is in silence, then the new arrives.

He who lives in solitude may make his own laws.

Part of me remained forever at Latitude 80 degrees 08 minutes South: what survived of my youth, my vanity, perhaps, and certainly my skepticism. On the other hand, I did take away something that I...

Solitude is impractical and yet society is fatal.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

Natürlich mochte ich die, die nicht ich waren, nur selten.

What lurking temptations to forbidden tenderness find their finding-places in a woman’s dressing-gown, when she is alone in her room at night!

I’d like to have enough time and quietTo think about absolutely nothing,To not ever feel myself living,To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.

It is the wilderness inthe mind, the desert wastes in the heart through which one wanders lost and a stranger. When one is astranger to oneself then one is estranged from others too. If one...

I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.”(Audrey Hepburn: Many-Sided Charmer, LIFE Magazine, December 7,...

How foolish to wear oneself out in vain longing for warmth! Solitude is independence. It had been my wish and with the years I had attained it. It was cold. Oh, cold enough! But it...

I hate all electronic toys: cell phones, e-mail, PalmPilots, handheld Global Positioning System equipment, and the whole raft of gadgets that intrude on solitude.When I was a kid I used to disappear into the woods...

I had a strong sudden instinct that I must be alone. I didn’t want to see any people at all. I had seen so many people all my life — I was an average mixer,...

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not...

No one loves me, – no one cares for me, but you, mother.

Like dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.

In times of solitude, I have find rest for my soul and uphold the glory of inner peace.

In all her intercourse with society, however, there was nothing that made her feel as if she belonged to it… She stood apart from mortal interests, yet close beside them, like a ghost that revisits...

Given the choice, a yeast cell’s ideal state is to be diploid. But if it’s in an environment with a lack of nutrients, you know what happens?The diploids break into haploids again. Solitary little haploids....

I can tell you that solitudeIs not all exaltation, inner spaceWhere the soul breaths and work can be done.Solitude exposes the nerve,Raises up ghosts.The past, never at rest, flows through it.

The threat of rain appears to have nothing to do with Joao Elvas’s desire to be alone, and one must not forget that, strange as it may seem, some men can spend their entire life...

When alone, concentrate on the fruits of the solitude, not on the poisons of it!

Every writer must acknowledge and be able to handle the unalterable fact that he has, in effect, given himself a life sentence in solitary confinement.

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

And that is why it is so important to be solitary and attentive when one is sad: because the seemingly uneventful and motionless moment when our future steps into us is so much closer to...

One who will not accept solitude, stillness and quiet recurring moments…is caught up in the wilderness of addictions; far removed from an original state of being and awareness. This is ‘dis-ease.

In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin,Mind that was weary is at ease,New rhythms in the soul begin.

. . . solitude, which is held to be cause of eccentricity, in fact imposes excessive normality, and least in public . . . [p. 7]

If truth is what you seek, then the examined life will only take you on a long ride to the limits of solitude and leave you by the side of the road with your truth...

I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.

All geniuses are peculiarly inclined to solitude, to which they are driven as much by their difference from others as the inner wealth with which they are quipped, since among humans, among diamonds, only the...

I find a certain degree of loneliness not only tolerable but deeply pleasurable.

We enter this universe alone in search of microscopic beauty—and while we love, or are loved by others—we leave this world completely alone, having only found infinite sorrow. Despite there being so many of us,...

So through endless twilights I dreamed and waited, though I knew not what I waited for. Then in the shadowy solitude my longing for light grew so frantic that I could rest no more, and...

For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.

We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.

Live by yourself and you bound to talk yourself and when ye commence that folks start it up that you’re light in the head. But I reckon it’s all right to talk to a dog...

There are times when I can find myself in a book, too, for two or three hours. But afterward I have such an urge to go out and reach for other people. Very often they’re...

Solitude was her anchor. A familiar misery, and anymore the safest, most sensible approach.

Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.

She wanted to ask about the McCaffreys’ children, but the question seemed too personal. Westerners were private sorts, in Evangeline’s judgment, with more than their share of secrets. “It scares me a little,” she confessed....

I had already found that it was not good to be alone, and so made companionship with what there was around me, sometimes with the universe and sometimes with my own insignificant self; but my...

Just take my hand, lead, dance with me…and I will simply follow the blueness of the water, the white waves rolling free…where the earth beneath my feet and stars make my heart whole again…in long...

If you have a room which you do not want certain people to get into, put a lock on it for which they do not have the key. But there is no point in talking...

To love can mean ‘to love oneself,’ and often love is no more than a juxtaposition of two solitudes.

In order to be open to creativity, one must have the capacity for constructive use of solitude. One must overcome the fear of being alone.

there is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the...