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Quotes about Solitude

I love my garden. I love my privacy. I'm very fierce about it. I try not to let too many people into my home. That's my private place.
— Julie Andrews
A good conscience fears no witness, but a guilty conscience is solicitous even in solitude. If we do nothing but what is honest, let all the world know it. But if otherwise, what does it signify to have nobody else know it, so long as I know it myself? Miserable is he who slights that witness.
— Seneca
Augustine of Hippo said, "Let us leave a little room for reflection in our lives, room too for silence. Let us look within ourselves and see whether there is some delightful hidden place inside where we can be free of noise and argument. Let us hear the Word of God in stillness and perhaps we will then come to understand it.
— Shane Claiborne
I spent most of my time talking to God more than to people.
— Elie Wiesel
Oh, for the time when I shall sleep Without identity.
— Emily Bronte
The only thing that can spoil a day is people and if you can keep from making engagements, every day has no limits.
— Ernest Hemingway
Solitude, community, and ministry are certainly not just for celibates! Celibates also have a hard time keeping up.
— Henri Nouwen
We live together, we act on, and react to one another; but always, and in all circumstances, we are by ourselves.
— Aldous Huxley
If that which we have found is the corruption of solitude, then what can men wish for save corruption? If this is the great evil of being alone, than what is good and what is evil?
— Ayn Rand
The air is pure under the ground. There is no odor of men.
— Ayn Rand
Her work was all she had or wanted. But there were times, like tonight, when she felt that sudden, peculiar emptiness, which was not emptiness, but silence, not despair, but immobility, as if nothing within her were destroyed, but everything stood still.
— Ayn Rand
There were no traces of human existence around them. Old ruts, overgrown with grass, made human presence seem more distant, adding the distance of years to the distance of miles. A haze of twilight remained over the ground, but in the breaks between the tree trunks there were leaves that hung in patches of shining green and seemed to light the forest. The leaves hung still. They walked, alone to move through a motionless world. She noticed suddenly that they had not said a word for a long time.
— Ayn Rand