I don't see myself as some kind of lone figure standing…

I'm kind of a lone-wolf type of person.

— Goldust

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art-- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like…

— John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art--- Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night And watching, with eternal lids apart, Like…

— John Keats

A lone peak of high point is a natural focal point in the landscape, something by which both travelers and local orient themselves. In…

— Rebecca Solnit

I think of myself in a continuum as a woman. Two hundred years ago, it would have been very difficult for me to write…

— Jeanette Winterson

And in any case, to the old man, when the world becomes trite, the triteness arises not so much from a cessation as from…

— Alexander Smith

Alas, day, you brought light, You trailed splendour You showed us god: I salute you, most precious one, But I go to a new…

— Hilda Doolittle

The creatures with whom we share the planet and whom, in our arrogance, we wrongly patronize for being lesser forms, they are not brethren,…

— Henry Beston

The great end of prudence is to give cheerfulness to those hours which splendour cannot gild, and acclamation cannot exhilarate; those soft intervals of…

— Samuel Johnson

Not to discriminate every moment some passionate attitude in those about us, and in the very brilliancy of their gifts some tragic dividing of…

— Walter Pater

Did I ever tell you,’ said Lymond pausing on the afterthought, on his way to the flap, ‘that that aunt of mine once hatched…

— Dorothy Dunnett

At a time when it's possible for thirty people to stand on the top of Everest in one day, Antarctica still remains a remote,…

— David Attenborough

“She reads. She reads. She reads words of splendour to comfort her soul.”

— Leila Hussein

The beauteous dragonfly's dancing By the waves of the rivulet glancing; She dances here and she dances there, The glimmering, glittering flutterer fair. Full…

— Heinrich Heine

The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- Now lending splendour, where from…

— Percy Bysshe Shelley