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I like my solitude, and I'm a strong-willed person; I'm a very hard-to-be-around person sometimes, I guess.

I like people. I like watching them. It's just that I'd prefer to do it from a mile away using very powerful binoculars.

I like solitude. I like the anomalous life. I like a quiet life.

I live now in solitude and am able to use my time reflecting on the past and preparing for death. I cannot put away the thought of the Indians and in my ambition I fly to the Rockies.

I love all waste and solitary places.

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.

I love hotels for their solitude and comfort, but I believe a seedy one can have as much promise as a plush one.

I love isolation. It's very important for me to have time and space to myself when I can sit and read or write as well as paint. It's all part of the process.

I love solitude, but I prize it most when plenty of company is available.

I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone.

I love tranquil solitude.

Imagination, the traitor of the mind, has taken my solitude and slain it.

I'm as much my own master as anyone can be, without being the master of others. I can write anywhere - all I need is a couple of hours of solitude and a computer, and I can write a chapter. Since my work is portable, I can live anywhere I like.

In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.

In all the splendor of solitude... it is a test of myself, and one thing I loathe is to have to test myself in front of other people.

In certain areas of my life, I actively seek out solitude. Especially for someone in my line of work, solitude is, more or less, an inevitable circumstance. Sometimes, however, this sense of isolation, like acid spilling out of a bottle, can unconsciously eat away at a person's heart and dissolve it. You could see it, too, as a kind of double-edged sword. It protects me, but at the same time steadily cuts away at me from the inside.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

In giving you are throwing a bridge across the chasm of your solitude.

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

In music everything is prolonged, everything is edified, and when the enchantment has ceased, we are still bathed in its clarity; solitude is accompanied by a new hope between pity for ourselves - which makes us more indulgent and more understanding - and the certitude of finding something again, that which lives for ever in music.

In religions which have lost their creative spark, the gods eventually become no more than poetic motifs or ornaments for decorating human solitude and walls.

In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.

In solitude we become aware that our worth is not the same as our usefulness.

In solitude we become aware that we were together before we came together and that life is not a creation of our will but rather an obedient response to the reality of our being united.

In solitude a dialogue always arises, because even in solitude there are always two.

In solitude, be a multitude to thyself. Tibullus by all means use sometimes to be alone.

In solitude the lonely man is eaten up by himself, among crowds by the many.

Inspiration comes to us slowly and quietly . prime it with a little solitude.

In solitude all great things are born.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

In the depths of the night, fear grips my heart. It paralyzes my mind. But most of all, I feel very, very alone

I prize the privilege of being alone.

In the tumult of men and events, solitude was my temptation; now it is my friend. What other satisfaction can be sought once you have confronted History?

In the midst of excitement, grief, joy, and solitude, I remind myself every moment that the sole mission of my life is to find 'the ultimate questioner' - that unimaginable who has put me in this madness to answer an unanswerable question.

In the utmost solitudes of nature, the existence of hell seems to me as legibly declared by a thousand spiritual utterances as that of heaven.

Isolation breeds conceit.

Isolation must precede true society.

It is a great misfortune to be alone, my friends; and it must be believed that solitude can quickly destroy reason.

I think art is much more about an engagement with the world, a way of being called upon and recognizing that the world is speaking to you. Which isn't quite solitude, even if you're alone when it happens.

I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took counsel with this great solitude - and the whisper had proved irresistibly fascinating. It echoed loudly within him because he was hollow at the core.

It is always what I have already said: always the wish that you may find patience enough in yourself to endure, and simplicity enough to believe; that you may acquire more and more confidence in that which is difficult, and in your solitude among others. And for the rest, let life happen to you. Believe me: life is right, in any case.

It is a sign of our times, conspicuous to the coarsest observer, that many intelligent and religious persons withdraw themselves from the common labors and competitions of the market and the caucus, and betake themselves to a certain solitary and critical way of living, from which no solid fruit has yet appeared to justify their separation.

It is a difficult lesson to learn today-to leave one's friends and family and deliberately practice the art of solitude for an hour or a day or a week. And yet, once it is done, I find there is a quality to being alone that is incredibly precious. Life rushes back into the void, richer, more vivid, fuller than before.

It is easier, of course, to find dignity in one's solitude. Loneliness is solitude with a problem. Can blue solve the problem, or can it at least keep me company within it?-No, not exactly. It cannot love me that way; it has no arms. But sometimes I do feel its presence to be a sort of wink-Here you are again, it says, and so am I.

It is right that you have to have a tolerance for solitude. But when that solitude bears fruit, you can abandon it. You can be in the company of others.

It is in deep solitude and silence that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brother and sister.

It is only alone, truly alone that one bursts apart, springs forth.

It is really a matter of ending this silence and solitude, of breathing and stretching one's arms again.

It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves.