Solitude Quotes - Page 32

The solitary knows the essence of the thought, the scholar in society only its fair face.

Keep the town for occasions, but the habits should be formed in retirement.

The saint and poet seek privacy to ends the most public and universal: and it is the secret of culture, to interest the man more in his public, than in his private quality.

We never touch but at points.

Solitude is naught and society is naught. Alternate them and the good of each is seen.

Go cherish your soul; express companions; set your habits to a life of solitude; then will the faculties rise fair and full within.

There is only one solitude, and it is vast, heavy, difficult to bear, and almost everyone has hours when he would gladly exchange it for any kind of sociability, however trivial or cheap, for the tiniest outward agreement with the first person who comes along.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and great each other.

But learning-time is always a long, secluded time, and so loving, for a long while ahead and far on into life, is-solitude, intensified and deepened loneness for him who loves.

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them.

Solitude, the sly enemy that doth separate a man from well-doing.

O sweet woods, the delight of solitariness!

Everybody likes to see the loner hitched. It tells them everything is right with the world.

Worthy books Are not companions – they are solitudes: We lose ourselves in them and all our cares.

I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less.

I love all waste and solitary places.

Loneliness is random; solitude is ritual.

solitude is not absence of love, but its complement

Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.

He has learned that God uses solitude to teach us how to live with other 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.

Impossible, I realize, to enter another’s solitude. If it is true that we can ever come to know another human being, even to a small degree, it is only to the extent that he is willing to make himself known. A man will say: I am cold. Or else he will say nothing, and we will see him shivering. Either way, we will know that he is cold. But what of the man who says nothing and does not shiver? Where all is intractable, here all is hermetic and evasive, one can do no more than observe. But whether one can make sense of what he observes is another matter entirely

What is the impulse that drove to direct? To me, it seems so immense. Just having a rock 'n' roll band, or to go from the solitude of writing and to having to collaborate, is almost schizophrenic.

It was solitude, but it was solitude that wasn't lonely. Solitude that could sort things out. And he hadn't had that in ages.

We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save each other that evoke our capacity to hold another life without dishonoring its mystery never trying to coerce the other into meeting our own needs.