We are lonesome animals. We spend all our life trying to be less lonesome. One of our ancient methods is to tell a story begging the listener to say — and to feel — “Yes, that’s the way it is, or at least that’s the way I feel it. You’re not as alone as you thought.”
There is a solitude in poverty, but a solitude which restores to each thing its value.
The best thinking has been done in solitude. The worst has been done in turmoil.
The artist after all is a solitary being.
Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you.
People who lead a solitary existence always have something in their hearts which they are eager to talk about.[У людей, живущих одиноко, всегда бывает на душе что-нибудь такое, что они охотно бы рассказали.]
It is a strange thing to be so widely known, and yet to be so lonely.
In the world of the dreamer there was solitude: all the exaltations and joys came in the moment of preparation for living. They took place in solitude.
I think we look for the differences in people because it makes us less lonely.
I lived in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
Every time I look at you I get a fierce desire to be lonesome.