God is absence. God is the solitude of man.
Solitude is so necessary both for society and for the individual that when society fails to provide sufficient solitude to develop the inner life of the persons who compose it, they rebel and seek false solitudes.
The important thing is to know why we want to dance. We dance a solitude that we have inside us and cannot occupy with anything. This gap, that emptiness to which we put movement is the TANGO.
All human beings go through a previous life. . . Who knows how many fleshly forms the heir of heaven occupies before he can be brought to understand the value of that silence and solitude of spiritual worlds?
Why should not our whole life and its scenery be actually thus fair and distinct? All our lives want a suitable background. They should at least, like the life of the anchorite, be as impressive to behold as objects in a desert, a broken shaft or crumbling mound against a limitless horizon.
Solitude is sometimes the best society.
To talk in public, to think in solitude, to read and to hear, to inquire and answer inquiries, is the business of the scholar
Happiness comes from the dissolution of the mind, not from external objects. Through meditation we can achieve everything including bliss, health, strength, intelligence and vitality. But it should be practiced properly in solitude and with care.
At the approach of danger two voices speak with equal force in the heart of man: one very reasonably tells the man to consider the nature of the danger and the means of avoiding it and the other, even more reasonable, says that it is too painful and harassing to think of the danger. . . better to turn aside from the painful subject till it has come, and to think of what is pleasant. In solitude a man generally yields to the first voice; in society to the second.
Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise a stranger to others.
We wrote verses that condemned us, with no hope of pardon, to the most bitter solitude.
No man will ever unfold the capacities of his own intellect who does not at least checker his life with solitude.
The reason that extended solitude seemed so hard to endure was not that we missed others but that we began to wonder if we ourselves were present, because for so long our existence depended upon assurances from them.
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.
A little while alone in your room will prove more valuable than anything else that could ever be given you.
…my Solitude is my Treasure, the best thing I have.
God created man and, finding him not sufficiently alone, gave him a companion to make him feel his solitude more keenly.
O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!
She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness. . . Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods. . . The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude.