Quotes About Solitude

Solas? —pregunta a nadie. Pasan unos segundos. El mar rompe ahora con más fuerza contra las rocas, más abajo. Mamá habla de nuevo sin girarse. Al mar. A Helena. —Enfermas sí. Desquiciadas también. Y rotas. Los cirros se deslizan sobre el solo poniente. La luz es naranja, granate, preciosa. —Solas no. Al menos hasta que yo muera, niñas. No quiero volver a oíros decir eso nunca más. A ninguna. Nunca —termina con firmeza.

vide quella gran macchina del duomo sola sul piano, come se, non di mezzo a una città, ma sorgesse in un deserto; e fermò su due piedi, dimenticando tutti i suoi guai, a contemplare anche da lontano quell'ottava maraviglia, di cui aveva tanto sentito parlare fin da bambino.

It was a melancholy day indeed when the sister of solitude was Sunday's silver lining.

Still, as I watch the sun journey higher up on the horizon, I appreciate that, for only the second time in my entire life, I am alone, blessedly alone, with no one to tell me what to do or what to wear, no one to have to be polite to. Nothing. But I do not wish to be alone, not entirely. Now that I am finally alone, it feels...lonely.

Sometimes, I stay up all night reading book after book, for I have no family to object, and when I wake in the morning, slumped over a table or fallen off a chair, back aching, cold because no one thought to cover me with a blanket or tell me to come to bed, I feel very fortunate." Silence

I do all this alone, everything I achieve, I achieve alone, because it's my head I'm locked into, and I share this space with nobody but myself.

Being a loner and being a loner were two separate things- Fireproof

Being alone could sometimes feel terribly empty...

And while it never felt like love or community, it had almost felt like not being alone.

I begin my work at about nine or ten o'clock in the evening and continue until four or five in the morning. Night is a more quiet time to work. It aids thought.

I could not possibly have been placed in circumstances more highly favorable for study and exploration than those which I now enjoy. I am free from the distractions constantly arising in civilized life from social claims. Nature offers unceasingly the most novel and fascinating objects for learning. The only drawbacks to this solitude are the want of information on the progress of scientific discovery in Europe and the lack of all the advantages arising from an interchange of ideas.

Give me again my hollow tree,A crust of bread, and liberty.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

How happy he, who free from care The rage of courts, and noise of towns; Contented breathes his native air, In his own grounds

let me live, unseen, unknown; Thus unlamented let me die; Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

Love taught my tears in sadder notes to flow, And tuned my heart to elegies of woe. I burn, I burn, as when thro' ripen'd corn By driving winds the spreading flames are borne! ... No more my soul a charm in music finds; Music has charms alone for peaceful minds. Soft scenes of solitude no more can please; Love enters there, and I 'm my own disease.

Alone can rival, can succeed to thee. How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown, Thus unlamented let me die, Steal from the world, and not a stone Tell where I lie.

Seated in my library at night, and looking on the silent faces of my books, I am occasionally visited by a strange sense of the supernatural.

This view of a living nature where man is nothing is both odd and sad. Here, in a fertile land, in an eternal greenness, you search in vain for traces of man; you feel you are carried into a different world from the one you were born into.

Sitting for even five minutes with a journal offers a rare cease-fire in the battle of daily life.

But you know who you are when you're on your own out there in all that emptiness. There's no past, no holding on to the scraps that are all you've got left. Everything is this minute, or maybe tomorrow, not yesterday.

She was by herself whether she wanted to be or not, and no amount of brandy would make it any different.