Quotes about Solitude

Sometimes the idea of living as a hermit appeals to all of us. No demands, no needs, no pain, no disappointments. But that is because we have been hurt, are worn out.

The strongest man in the world is the man who stands alone.

One travels more usefully when alone, because he reflects more.

Solitude is not something you must hope for in the future. Rather, it is a deepening of the present, and unless you look for it in the present you will never find it.

Solitude is a way to defend the spirit against the murderous din of our materialism.

But she is happiest alone. She is happiest alone.

On this road there are no godspoke men. They are gone and I am left and they have taken with them the world.

My perfect day is sitting in a room with some blank paper. That's heaven. That's gold and anything else is just a waste of time.

The snow whispered down in the stillness and the sparks rose and dimmed and died in the eternal blackness.

When he reached the fence he stopped for a moment to look back at the road and then he went on, crossing into a field of rank weeds that heeled with harsh dip and clash under the wind as if fled through by something unseen.

Lastly he looked at the face so caved and drawn among the folds of funeral cloth, the yellowed moustache, the eyelids paper thin. That was not sleeping. That was not sleeping.

Forty minutes later he saw her and stopped and sat the horse and watched. She was riding along a red dirt ridge to the south sitting with her hands crossed on the pommel, looking toward the last of the sun, the horse slogging slowly through the loose sandy dirt, the red stain of it following them in the still air. That's my heart yonder, he told the horse. It always was.