Henry David Thoreau Quotes

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

When you turn out the light, I've got to hand it to me. Looks like it's you and me again tonight Rosie.

More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to be close to someone. More than anything, all I have ever wanted is to feel as if i wasn't alone.

You can be much more alone with other people than you are by yourself. Even if it's people you love.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

Half the pleasure of solitude comes from having with us some friend to whom we can say how sweet solitude is.

Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.

Often, marriage was solitude, with company.

We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.

Going through life solo isn't very exciting if you can't share it with somebody, you know?

To a shameful extent, the charm of marriage boils down to how unpleasant it is to be alone.

When you're in New York, there's women galore. At the end of the day, when I'm by myself or even, at times, when there was a woman next to me, I was feeling alone. It was not the same as it is with my wife. The experience is not the same; the time is not the same.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

When it's raining like this," said Naoko, "it feels as if we're the only ones in the world. I wish it would just keep raining so the three of us could stay together.

Shut the door not that it lets in the cold but that it lets out the coziness.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.

They all dreamt of each other that night, as was natural, considering how thin the partitions were between them, and how strangely they had been lifted off the earth to sit next each other in mid-ocean, and see every detail of each others' faces, and hear whatever they chanced to say.

Face to face, just you and me, with no rules. Just like you, I get lonely too.

She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.

I take much pleasure in being alone but there is also a strange warm grace in not being alone.

Even heaven would become hell if you were alone in it, or away from a loved one. And even if you were with your loved one, but in hell, eventually you would cry to have you and your loved one together in heaven. So to create your own heaven on earth, make sure you and your loved one are in a place you both LOVE, because what could be heaven for one, could be hell for the other.

She craved a presence beside her, solid. Fingertips light at the nape of her neck and a voice meeting hers in the dark. Someone who would wait with an umbrella to walk her home in the rain, and smile like sunshine when he saw her coming. Who would dance with her on her balcony, keep his promises and know her secrets, and make a tiny world wherever he was, with just her and his arms and his whisper and her trust.

The mist starts to form as we stand close to one another. It is a distant fog that rises from the horizon, and I find that I grow fearful as it approaches. It slowly creeps in, enveloping the world around us, fencing us in as if to prevent escape. Like a rolling cloud, it blankets everything, closing, until there is nothing left but the two of us.