22 Quotes About Seclusion

Man was born for society. However little He may be attached to the World, He never can wholly forget it, or bear to be wholly forgotten by it. Disgusted at the guilt or absurdity of Mankind, the Misanthrope flies from it: He resolves to become an Hermit, and buries himself in the Cavern of some gloomy Rock. While Hate inflames his bosom, possibly He may feel contented with his situation: But when his passions begin to cool; when Time has mellowed his sorrows, and healed those wounds which He bore with him to his solitude, think you that Content becomes his Companion? Ah! no, Rosario. No longer sustained by the violence of his passions, He feels all the monotony of his way of living, and his heart becomes the prey of Ennui and weariness. He looks round, and finds himself alone in the Universe: The love of society revives in his bosom, and He pants to return to that world which He has abandoned. Nature loses all her charms in his eyes: No one is near him to point out her beauties, or share in his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some Rock, He gazes upon the tumbling waterfall with a vacant eye, He views without emotion the glory of the setting Sun. Slowly He returns to his Cell at Evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival; He has no comfort in his solitary unsavoury meal: He throws himself upon his couch of Moss despondent and dissatisfied, and wakes only to pass a day as joyless, as monotonous as the former. Unknown

Loneliness clarifies. Here silence stands Like heat. Here leaves unnoticed thicken, Hidden weeds flower, neglected waters quicken, Luminously-peopled air ascends; And past the poppies bluish neutral distance Ends the land suddenly beyond a beach Of shapes and shingle. Here is unfenced existence: Facing the sun, untalkative, out of reach. Philip Larkin

Thus weary of the world, away she hies, And yokes her silver doves; by whose swift aid Their mistress mounted through the empty skies In her light chariot quickly is convey'd; Holding their course to Paphos, where their queen Means to immure herself and not be seen. William Shakespeare

Why I Cannot Relate"What do you think of this piece?" Someone will ask About some work or form of expression in time What does it mean? They want Me To tell them my thoughts But sometimes My thoughts run so deep I cannot tell them So instead I want to sayi DoNt KnOwBecause that is the only thing that makes sense to them I cannot relate sometimes Frustration of society So I seclude myself But I actually would like to find that one person Who would like to know those thoughts I cannot express That person will take the time To relate Truly understand So that way when I sayi DoNt KnOwThey will actually realize That I know much more. Kylee Carrier

Some artists benefit less from being interviewed than they do from being left alone. Mokokoma Mokhonoana

It is so easy at times for a lonely individual to begin fantasizing about what the people outside are saying about him and, in result, irrationally and fearfully, and sometimes angrily, fancy himself a villain. Criss Jami

.. . in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker .. . Charles Dickens

To express open creativity, you first need to create your own space of seclusion. Anthony Liccione

I sat in a box With walls on each side. Not too tall. Not too wide. To think. To ponder. To pray. To hide. I sat in a box and cried. Richelle E. Goodrich

A major determining factor by which a superior human can be isolated from his average counterparts is his very isolation–the degree to which he naturally removes himself from mass-media input and stimuli. You cannot be an elitist, a Magician, and be plugged into the system. Anton Szandor LaVey

The small talk that sprang readily to their lips came to hers only with a tremendous effort. After an opportunity had come and gone, she often scolded herself for not saying this or doing that, for laughing too loud or smiling too little. Whenever she tried to re-create the moment of contact, she was easily rebuffed by the slightest gesture, withdrawing all too quickly if she thought she was in the way. The old stone-and-brick schoolhouse, with its four gabled roofs and round little windows, was the only thing that seemed steadfast to her, while the beings that populated its rooms and thundered down its corridors were unreal and unpredictable. It gripped her like a monstrous truth that she was condemned to lead life without belonging or feeling close to anyone. Erick Setiawan

My aunt must have been perfectly well aware that she would not see Swann again, that she would never leave her own house any more, but this ultimate seclusion seemed to be accepted by her with all the more readiness for the very reason which, to our minds, ought to have made it more unbearable; namely, that such a seclusion was forced upon her by the gradual and steady diminution in her strength which she was able to measure daily, which, by making every action, every movement 'tiring' to her if not actually painful, gave to inaction, isolation and silence the blessed, strengthening and refreshing charm of repose. Marcel Proust

She walked in somber seclusion, unable to connect with women despite her heart's desire to do so while being shadowed by men who hungered for the indefinable; and while she yearned for friendship, they yearned for something more and what she had been in search of remained removed from her, and the more she erected barriers, the more they crossed them and each time they did, she turned from them and hid. Donna Lynn Hope

Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams, my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style. All that I knew were the mist-covered mountainsand sweet white blossoms of mountain applesthat grew in the valleys of my province. But I had been gone over six yearsbusy with studies in the Heavenly Cityempty and thin despite my work. I showed my verses to an older poetwho told me a truth I longed to believe:all knowledge is futile and barrenwhich does not open the love of your friends. . Jim Chapson

All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others. Virginia Woolf

The farm is a base of operations—a stronghold. You can withdraw into yourself there. Solitude for reflection is an essential ingredient in self-development. I think a person has to be withdrawn into himself to gather inspiration so that he is somebody when he comes out again among folks—when he “comes to market’ with himself. He learns that he’s got to be almost wastefully alone. Robert Frost

People who smile while they are alone used to be called insane, until we invented smartphones and social media. Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The wise oyster stays in its shell. Marty Rubin

You must suffer me to go my own dark way. Robert Louis Stevenson