This is to be alone; this, this is solitude!

Solitude is separate experience.

inviolable solitude;

Solitude in the city is about the lack of other people or rather their distance beyond a door or wall, but in remote places it isn’t an absence but the presence of something else, a kind of humming silence in which solitude seems as natural to your species as to any other, words strange rocks you may or may not turn over.

Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

…nothing remained but loneliness and grief…

The great solitude of the individual is a hallmark of our times.

Solitude is the place of purification.

Solitude isn’t loneliness. Solitude is when the entire serene universe seems to surround and hold you quietly.

There is a solitude of space, A solitude of sea, A solitude of death, but these Society shall be, Compared with that profounder site, That polar privacy, A Soul admitted to Itself: Finite Infinity.

Reading is solitude.

Preserve your solitude.

The rest, is silence.

Solitude was my only consolation - deep, dark, deathlike solitude.