It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.
The myth of my solitude makes me laugh.
All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don’t interest me.
I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone.
I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.
Half the pleasure of solitude comes from having with us some friend to whom we can say how sweet solitude is.
Solitude is the strength of being alone. It’s where we become our best company.
For a writer, for the solitude to write, you don’t need a room of your own, you need a house.
Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
Solitude helps you reflect.
There’s a difference between loneliness and solitude. You pursue solitude, I think. But loneliness is a completely different isolating thing.
In my solitude, many miles from men and houses, I am in a childishly happy and carefree state of mind, which you are incapable of understanding unless someone explains it to you.
Solitude is a breeding ground for idiosyncrasy, and I relish that about it, the way it liberates whim.
I’ve always been drawn to solitude, felt a kind of luxurious relief in its self-generated pace and rhythms.
Solitude is good in the evening. Dublin is a quiet city when you get to a certain age, when your friends settle down and have kids. Nothing much happens here.
I cherish my time off and the solitude that comes along with it.
Loneliness is, like, when you wish someone else was there, and solitude is when you enjoy being alone. I don’t always wanna be alone, but I definitely like pockets of solitude to recharge and come back to myself. I think that’s so important for everyone.
Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.
Writers want to talk. They can’t wait to tell you what they’ve been thinking. And because they’ve been in solitude, they’ve had some fairly decent thoughts.
My favorite books are actually very complicated – ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’, ‘Ulysses’.
Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.
I used to ski across the vast white expanses of a quiet and lonely mountaintop. In the stillness and solitude… I pondered the mysteries of the universe, the planet, nature and of man. I’m still pondering.
I grew up in Michigan. I feel like a lot of my childhood was in solitude, in the woods or making tree forts.
Be able to be alone. Lose not the advantage of solitude, and the society of thyself.
As public as I seem with all my charity parties and entertaining, I actually spend a lot time in solitude and need it!
Sometimes I just need solitude, which is really rather nice.
I like peace and solitude and silence.
Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.
I like the idea of isolation, I like the idea of solitude. You can be connected and have a phone and still be lonely.
On the broad spectrum of solitude, I lean toward the extreme end: I work alone, as well as live alone, so I can pass an entire day without uttering so much as a hello to another human being. Sometimes a day’s conversation consists of only five words, uttered at the local Starbucks: ‘Large coffee with milk, please.’
I like silence; I’m a gregarious loner and without the solitude, I lose my gregariousness.
Solitude is pleasant. Loneliness is not.
Solitude shows us what should be; society shows us what we are.
I cannot walk through the suburbs in the solitude of the night without thinking that the night pleases us because it suppresses idle details, just as our memory does.
At the age of seventeen, I decided I would spend my life writing fiction. I didn’t know what this entailed, exactly – a room, I supposed. A room and books and paper and solitude.
We talk of communing with Nature, but ’tis with ourselves we commune… Nature furnishes the conditions – the solitude – and the soul furnishes the entertainment.
Although I’ve made notes for things and even written synopses sitting in trains or on park benches, for the complete composition of things I need absolute solitude, preferably an empty house.
One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.
Writing is sweat and drudgery most of the time. And you have to love it in order to endure the solitude and the discipline.
For me, there’s nothing better than getting immersed in a sprawling, epic, multi-generational family saga, and ‘One Hundred Years of Solitude’ by Gabriel Garcia Marquez is the most sprawling, epic, and multi-generational of them all.
One can be instructed in society, one is inspired only in solitude.
Solitude is better than the society of evil persons.
No matter how much we love our family and friends, a part of us needs the occasional moment of solitude as a plant needs water. It is the inmost core of each of us that, that part which nobody can define but which we all recognize because it never changes.
The worst solitude is to have no real friendships.
Solitude is very restorative for me, especially because I spend so much time around other people and performing to people.
Don’t be a writer; it’s a terrible way to live your life. There’s nothing to be gained from it but poverty and obscurity and solitude. So if you have a taste for all those things, which means that you really are burning to do it, then go ahead and do it. But don’t expect anything from anybody.
Working conditions for me have always been those of the monastic life: solitude and frugality. Except for frugality, they are contrary to my nature, so much so that work is a violence I do to myself.
There are few places you can find silence. Air travel could be the last fortress of solitude.
I don’t mind solitude. I love talking to other people, but I do need my space.
What one writer can make in the solitude of one room is something no power can easily destroy.
Your inner voice is the voice of divinity. To hear it, we need to be in solitude, even in crowded places.
Solitude, isolation, are painful things and beyond human endurance.
Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, but God to man doth speak in solitude.
I guess I always need some kind of solitude to get to that place where I am open enough and have zero distractions to start on the initial ideas for songs.
Someone who’s awake in the middle of the night is a soul consciousness when everyone else is asleep, and that creates a feeling of solitude in poetry that I very much like.
The best thinking has been done in solitude. The worst has been done in turmoil.
Solitude is strength; to depend on the presence of the crowd is weakness. The man who needs a mob to nerve him is much more alone than he imagines.
Reading takes solitude and it takes focus.
For me, writing a novel goes on for years, and the solitude goes on, too. It tends to swallow me at times. I know it’s a problem when my husband sends the dog in to retrieve me.
Reading, solitude, idleness, a soft and sedentary life, intercourse with women and young people, these are perilous paths for a young man, and these lead him constantly into danger.
I guess part of the hit-man appeal is the solitude. Everybody is lured to the idea of the solitary life.
