Both looked back then on the wild revelry. . . and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude.
Wholesome solitude, the nurse of sense!
I place solitude in a frame on my desk and call it, the one I love.
One must learn an inner solitude, where or with whomsoever he may be. He must learn to penetrate things and find God there, to get a strong impression of God firmly fixed on his mind.
We are a most solitary people, and we live, repelled by one another, in the gray, outcast cities of Cain.
I love and in a way need, a private secret place. It's a kind of deep obsession, but I also love to need and be with friends and the two things often need to be together. . . it's a painful conflict that will never be smoothly resolved.
Solitude matters. And for some people it's the air they breathe.
Our age is so gregarious that there is at present a marked prejudice against anyone being alone. It is looked down on, and a need to be alone is almost considered a fault, a weakness, as though if one cannot endure - more - enjoy being with other people every minute one is aloof, unreal, and somehow to be pitied.
Fiction is a solution, the best solution, to the problem of existential solitude.
Amid those scenes of solitude. . . the mind is cast into the contemplation of eternal things.
Solitude and quiet are highly desirable, but the lack of them is no barrier to writing. . . The will to work builds all the seclusion that one needs.
Solitude does not pull us away from our fellow human beings but instead makes real fellowship possible.
Talent is nurtured in solitude; character is formed in the stormy billows of the world. [Ger. , Es bildet ein talent sich in der Stille, Sich ein Charakter in dem Strom der Welt. ]
If solitude deprives of the benefit of advice, it also excludes from the mischief of flattery. But the absence of others' applause is generally supplied by the flattery of one's own breast.
Solitude is dangerous to reason, without being favorable to virtue. Remember that the solitary mortal is certainly luxurious, probably superstitious, and possibly mad.
Solitude has a healing consoler, friend, companion: it is work.
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours-that is what you must be able to attain. To be solitary as you were when you were a child.
She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.
Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.
Although I am a gregarious person, I love solitude even more.