When you’re not feeling holy, your loneliness says that you’ve sinned.
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.]
Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is the richness of self.
It is a strange thing to be so widely known, and yet to be so lonely.
In utter loneliness a writer tries to explain the inexplicable.
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.
If you are afraid of loneliness, don’t marry.[Если боитесь одиночества, то не женитесь.]
