William Wordsworth Quotes

I have lately got back to that glorious society called Solitude.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

But Portugal has a peaceful feel about it. I sit on the terrace overlooking the vineyard there and I feel cut off from the world. You need that sort of thing.

I feel calm when I'm on my own.

When I go fishing I like to know that there's nobody within five miles of me.

I've always been drawn to solitude, felt a kind of luxurious relief in its self-generated pace and rhythms.

People ask me where I go to get away, and I say 'Home.'

Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife …

I like, very much, nature. Since I'm always together with people, I like to retreat.

To escape and sit quietly on the beach - that's my idea of paradise.

I just love being in the middle of nowhere.

Every day I wake up in Paris, it's real tranquillity. No pressure. I'm out of the grasp of people. I don't have a phone, and I drift a little bit.

I've always loved the woods, and I've always loved gardening and a lot of solitude and quiet.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

The secret to living in the rush of the world with a minimum of pain is to get as many people as possible to string along with your delusions; the trick to living alone up here, away from all agitating entanglements, allurements, and expectations, apart especially from one's own intensity, is to organize the silence, to think of its mountaintop plenitude as capital, silence as wealth exponentially increasing. The encircling silence as your chosen source of advantage and your only intimate.

That's what I wanted for myself for even just a little while-to be unaware of the rest of the world. I needed some time.

We made a film about the need for silence and withdrawal... and here we are at the epicentre of noise and excitement. Life is full of surprises.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.

I'm not trying to be ridiculous or funny, but it was rather pleasant to find yourself in isolation, in solitary.

they simply never understand, do they, that sometimes solitude is one of the most beautiful things on earth?

It is not often given in a noisy world to come to the places of great grief and silence.

Silence, nothing is better.

I came to love silence, because it's so rare, and it's now my favorite aural condition.

Silence is best.