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There is nothing worse than solitude. Solitude can help a man realize himself; but it destroys a woman
— Coco Chanel
His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.
— Edith Wharton
When he has lost all hope, all object in life, man becomes a monster in his misery.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
One aged man - one man - can't fill a house.
— Robert Frost
Man, by definition, is born a stranger: coming from nowhere, he is thrust into an alien world which existed before him-a world which didn't need him. And which will survive him.
— Elie Wiesel
By my intimacy with nature I find myself withdrawn from man. My interest in the sun and the moon, in the morning and the evening, compels me to solitude.
— Henry David Thoreau
Imagine all human beings swept off the face of the earth, excepting one man. Imagine this man in some vast city, New York or London. Imagine him on the third or fourth day of his solitude sitting in a house and hearing a ring at the door-bell!
— Thomas Bailey Aldrich
This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. (...). Pointing through the window of the hut, she said 'This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness.' (...). Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. 'Yes.' What did it say to her? She answered, 'It said to me, I am here - I am here - I am life, eternal life.
— Viktor E. Frankl
The existential vacuum manifests itself mainly in a state of boredom.
— Viktor E. Frankl
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
— Virginia Woolf
But for pain words are lacking. There should be cries, cracks, fissures, whiteness passing over chintz covers, interference with the sense of time, of space; the sense also of extreme fixity in passing objects; and sounds very remote and then very close; flesh being gashed and blood spurting, a joint suddenly twisted - beneath all of which appears something very important, yet remote, to be just held in solitude.
— Virginia Woolf
Clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.
— Virginia Woolf