Your bad love of yourselves makes solitude a prison to you.

The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness.

I’ll read my books and I’ll drink coffee and I’ll listen to music, and I’ll bolt the door.”( A Boy in France: Saturday Evening Post CCXVII, March 31, 1945)

She had dreamed some brilliant dreams during the past winter and now they lay in the dust around her. In her present mood of self-disgust, she could not immediately begin dreaming again. And she discovered...

My aloneness had never bothered me; I hadn’t even been aware of it. But now it overwhelmed me. The awareness washed over me with painful sharpness and deep grief. Now that I had company.

Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new...

I am vehemently grateful that, by whatever means, I learned to assume that loneliness should be in part pleasure, sensitizing and clarifying, and that it is even a truer bond among people than any kind...

Solitude was my only consolation – deep, dark, deathlike solitude.

I might be alone, but i’m never lonely.

Some people are so boring that you are more bored when you are with them … than when you are alone.

As he took possession of it, he was overcome by a sense of something like sacred awe. He carefully spread his horse blanket on the ground as if dressing an altar and lay down on...

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

At life’s most significant moments, we are always alone

Solitude is the house of peace.

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence standsLike heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes...

But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.

Religion is what you do with your solitude.

Life without a friend is death without a witness.

Se ama para dejar de amar y se deja de amar para empezar a amar a otros, o para quedarse solos, por un rato o para siempre. Ése es el dogma. El único dogma.

He had been for many years, a quiet silent man, associating but little with other men, and used to companionship with his own thoughts. He had never known before the strength of the want in...

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head...

I want my life to be the greatest story. My very existence will be the greatest poem.Watch me burn.Love always, Charlotte

The nurse of full-grown souls is solitude.

All human beings are alone. No other person will completely feel like we do, think like we do, act like we do. Each of us is unique, and our aloneness is the other side of...

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform...

Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone the pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude. She had never landed at Cork, so this hill and...

Tu as tout à apprendre, tout ce qui ne s’apprend pas: la solitude, l’indifférence, la patience, le silence. Tu dois te déshabituer de tout: d’aller à la rencontre de ceux que si longtemps tu as...

The rocking of the boat by the waves was soothing but unknown. The men on the shore were asleep. Not the twelve-year-old, though. He shifted and lay on his back and decided to look up...

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness

I crawled back into myself all alone, just delighted to observe that I was even more miserable than before, because I had brought a new kind of distress and something that resembled true feeling into...

Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but...

I’m going inside of myself and never coming out.

You need to establish a degree of privacy and solitude in order to write

We take our fetters with us; our freedom is not total: we still turn our gaze towards the things we have left behind; our imagination is full of them.

Anyone who is desperate or alone will agree there is comfort in routine.

it is clear that we must trust what is difficult; everything alive trusts in it, everything in Nature grows and defends itself any way it can and is spontaneously itself, tries to be itself at...

Mais elle est ainsi, vivant en elle-même, voyant de la beauté où d’autres n’en trouvent point.

Lonely was much better than alone.

What’s a rainy daywithout some deliciouscoffee-flavoured loneliness?

I want to be able to be alone, to find it nourishing – not just a waiting.

a person can also find solitude with others, though it is more difficult

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.