It is only in solitude that I ever find my own core.
Certain springs are tapped only when we are alone. Women need solitude in order to find again the true essence of themselves; that firm strand which will be the indispensable center of a whole web of human relationships.
Mass communication, radio, and especially television, have attempted, not without success, to annihilate every possibility of solitude and reflection.
No matter how much we love our family and friends, a part of us needs the occasional moment of solitude as a plant needs water. It is the inmost core of each of us that, that part which nobody can define but which we all recognize because it never changes.
I guess part of the hit-man appeal is the solitude. Everybody is lured to the idea of the solitary life.
Solitude is the place where we can connect with profound bonds that are deeper than the emergency bonds of fear and anger.
Solitude is very different from a 'time-out' from our busy lives. Solitude is the very ground from which community grows. Whenever we pray alone, study, read, write, or simply spend quiet time away from the places where we interact with each other directly, we are potentially opened for a deeper intimacy with each other.
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.
My favorite books are actually very complicated - 'One Hundred Years of Solitude', 'Ulysses'.
I love the solitude of being on a plane and finally getting to read an entire book and being left alone.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Reading, solitude, idleness, a soft and sedentary life, intercourse with women and young people, these are perilous paths for a young man, and these lead him constantly into danger.
In thinking about religion and society in the 21st century, we should broaden the conversation about faith from doctrinal debates to the larger question of how it might inspire us to strengthen the bonds of belonging that redeem us from our solitude, helping us to construct together a gracious and generous social order.
Do your work for six years; but in the seventh, go into solitude or among strangers, so that the memory of your friends does not hinder you from being what you have become.
I like the idea of isolation, I like the idea of solitude. You can be connected and have a phone and still be lonely.
I had to learn - since I'm divorced now and everyone is like, 'Oh my God, you're single, what's going on?' - that if I don't like to spend time with myself, how can I ask someone else to enjoy spending time with me? I'm getting to learn how to enjoy my solitude and have a good time.
In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.
Life is the desert, life the solitude, death joins us to the great majority.
There are few places you can find silence. Air travel could be the last fortress of solitude.
Winter solitude- in a world of one colour the sound of the wind.
Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.
Immersed in solitude, he would dream or read far into the night. By protracted contemplation of the same thoughts, his mind grew sharp, his vague, undeveloped ideas took on form.
When shall I at last retire into solitude alone, without companions, without joy and without sorrow, with only the sacred certainty that all is a dream? When, in my rags—without desires—shall I retire contented into the mountains? When, seeing that my body is merely sickness and crime, age and death, shall I—free, fearless, and blissful—retire to the forest? When? When, oh when?
But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult! The voice of the sea is seductive; never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander for a spell in abysses of solitude; to lose itself in mazes of inward contemplation. The voice of the sea speaks to the soul. The touch of the sea is sensuous, enfolding the body in its soft, close embrace.
Reading is that fruitful miracle of a communication in the midst of solitude.
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