Quotes About Solitude

Wilderness is good, it gives me perspective. I get small again, the ego deflates.

Having no human companion I felt a spirit of comradeship for the objects of nature around me. In my childish way I communed with these as with my own soul; they became the sharers of my confidence.

Hij keek even naar de drol. Het uiteinde glansde van een slijmerige bloederige afscheiding. In het stuk krant hield hij hem als een sigaar tussen zijn vingers, bracht hem halverwege naar zijn mond en keek mismoedig met treurige hondeogen naar een denkbeeldige voorbijganger. 'Hebt u een vuurtje voor me,' vroeg hij somber.

Hebt u nog ouwe spulletjes? Alleen mezelf.

I'd always gone out of my way to streamline my life—removing all potential complication. I suddenly realized that mostly meant not having people around. Clearly, people were the biggest complication life threw at you.

Not that having multiple children diminished the loss of another, but when there was only one and they were lost, there was nothing left at all.

When you sat in the dark every day, it was hard to know how much time passed.

The ride to the funeral home went quicker than I expected, especially given the lack of conversation during the ride. I knew why I was silent. I had more to think about than any twenty people usually did in an entire lifetime.

enough alone. So, what's this text that got you all

What are men to rocks and mountains?

I wanted to be a religious leader when I was young and now I just reside in my house and try not to be too unhappy. I have a friend living with me, which makes it easier.

Halfway across town, Father Tibor Kasparian lay on the long hard cement cot that was what this jail cell had for a bed and wished he had a book. It could be any book. He didn't really think he could read right now, but it always made him feel better, and calmer, and more sane, to hold a book. He had never been able to understand people who did not read. He had never been able to understand how they held on to themselves.

Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.

Think assailable thoughts, or be lonely.

An hour is not a house" An hour is not a house, a life is not a house, you do not go through them as if they were doors to another. Yet an hour can have shape and proportion, four walls, a ceiling. An hour can be dropped like a glass. Some want quiet as others want bread. Some want sleep. My eyes went to the window, as a cat or dog left alone does.

Only remembering that a self in exile is still a self, as a bell unstruck for years is still a bell.

I moved my chair into sun I sat in the sun The way hunger is moved when called fasting

The self in exile remains the self, as a bell unstruck for years is still a bell.

Be a good steward of your gifts. Protect your time. Feed your inner life. Avoid too much noise. Read good books, have good sentences in your ears. Be by yourself as often as you can. Walk. Take the phone off the hook. Work regular hours.

Here I am, alone again, alone but not completely by myself, alone without the freedom of not having to think about someone else

Your child will need lots of opportunities to exercise his imagination and creativity as he grows. (Sometimes that includes time to play alone.)

don't get the impression that your baby needs constant stimulation. Babies need private time to explore by themselves.

In her minds eye she sat there, in the domesticated golden sunlight on the velvet sofa, lapped around by carpets and books and mahogany, solitary and content, as if, in fact, cloistered.

I love to escape to wild places – forests, mountains rivers or the sea. If that's not possible, I flee into books; vicarious travel is rejuvenating