Solitude Quotes
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We must certainly acknowledge that solitude is a fine thing; but it is a pleasure to have some one who can answer, and to whom we can say, from time to time, that solitude is a fine thing.
Honore de Balzac
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Loneliness is a drug, a narcotic; it grows through veins, through nerves and muscles; it assumes some right of possession over your body and mind; it feeds itself, and creates its own requirement. Loneliness and solitude are walls.
Roger Jon Ellory
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During my solitude, conflicting thoughts increased; but much exercise of soul had the effect of causing the scriptures to gain complete ascendancy over me.
John Nelson Darby
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I don't know how anyone gets anything done in cities. How can you live somewhere like London or New York, when there are 81 things to do every night? Awful. Give me solitude and space any time.
Douglas Coupland
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I've never minded solitude. For a writer, it's a natural condition. But caring for a dementia sufferer leads to a peculiar kind of loneliness.
Laurie Graham
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I have always loved solitude, a trait which tends to increase with age.
Albert Einstein
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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.
Bradford Cox
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Solitude is the playfield of Satan.
Vladimir Nabokov
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It is, indeed, a fact that, in the midst of society and sociability every evil inclination has to place itself under such great restraint, don so many masks, lay itself so often on the procrustean bed of virtue, that one could well speak of a martyrdom of the evil man. In solitude all this falls away. He who is evil is at his most evil in solitude: which is where he is at his best - and thus to the eye of him who sees everywhere only a spectacle also at his most beautiful.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.
Sadegh Hedayat
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Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods, And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt, And night by night the monitory blast Wails in the key-hole, telling how it pass'd O'er empty fields, or upland solitudes, Or grim wide wave; and now the power is felt Of melancholy, tenderer in its moods Than any joy indulgent Summer dealt.
William Allingham
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When you hear a solo piano, there's a solitude about just one instrument playing. It can be beautiful; it can be sad.
Jean-Marc Vallee
