Quotes About Solitude

I like swimming or go to the gym, but I am alone a lot, and that can get a little depressing.

We were brought up with having a love of your garden, having somewhere you can go in, it's your little sanctuary, you can go there and you can switch off.

I usually switch off my phone. I can't bear it; obviously I'm not a very social person like that.

It's great to just disappear, grab a suitcase, switch the answering machine on and just go somewhere else.

I can go somewhere and switch off completely. I will let people know in advance that I'm away, but once I'm out of contact, I'm out of contact. That's it.

The Appalachian Mountains. Perhaps a little more uncivilized than he cared for, but anything was better than marriage.

For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go.

For [Jane Austen and the readers of Pride and Prejudice], as for Mr. Darcy, [Elizabeth Bennett's] solitary walks express the independence that literally takes the heroine out of the social sphere of the houses and their inhabitants, into a larger, lonelier world where she is free to think: walking articulates both physical and mental freedom.

A lone walker is both present and detached, more than an audience but less than a participant. Walking assuages or legitimizes this alienation.

He'd need something to fill his lonely nights, because Molly sure as shooting wasn't interested in him any longer.

She returned to her slow dance with the waves.

I don't like to own things, I feel freer when I don't own things. Silence is very important to me. I find being alone rather relaxing.

Being a fugitive living in the woods at the time, I had to write before it got dark. Now darkness was approaching again, only more insidiously.

ÄŒlovÄ›k by mÄ›l chodit na hory jen se sobÄ› rovnými.

Naar de vertraging der vlakten verlang ik, naar het gras der rust, naar wolken van eenzaam varen en de wattenwind der zuiverheid, naar de lommerdorpen van ontspanning en pastorieën der voltooide liefde.

Quelques corbeaux passèrent au ras du plafond des nuages, se posèrent en grappes noires sur l'orme dressé au milieu de la plaine.

To live well, one must live unseen.

to live well you must live unseen

Already a system is being constructed that explains our perpetual solitude: if we remain alone among those who were supposed to be like us, it is because we cannot find any creature spontaneous enough. No one capable of equaling our primal states and enriching our existence with some magnificent and brutal enchantment. I am alone in a covered gallery.

Silence is the only conduct truly befitting a solipsist, the only one, however, that he cannot bring himself to adopt.

Loneliness doesn't come from missing someone it comes from being disconnected from yourself.

So it is to be another Christmas, then, and another New Year's on my own. Well, it is all right. I have grown used to it, have come almost to prefer it. Those days for most adults, it is generally acknowledged, and perhaps for all but the fewest children are so grim. Along with birthdays and of course Thanksgiving, only worse. Why observe them, then, unless one is for the sake of the children, or the office, or someone else's sake, obliged to. Well, no reason.

Snow girl was glad she had left her own feelings behind.

I sit on my narrow bunk and caress my long yellow toenails and stare at my walls.