Quotes About Solitude

She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At the far end was a cluster of trees. As always, her eyes sought movement at the edge of the woods.

I hear them, the fallen priest and the lady. Their footsteps sound like the soft hush of rain over the stone floors.

He knows when she passes, a grief will rip through him unlike anything he has ever known. Preparing for it doesn't help. He just knows it will come. It is like realizing you are sailing a boat across an ocean and soon you will find the other shore—it will be just you and acres of dry, blinding white sand. There may be trees on that island, and sun, and food, but none of it will feel or taste right, because you will stand there and realize: I am alone.

Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.

I desire to live in peace and to continue the life I have begun under the motto 'to live well you must live unseen

I walked until I was ensconced in darkness. Then I began to shout. I wanted a friend more than anything. I was beside myself.

Increasingly solitary, he saw his life as all that was left to him: a tattered sail that might bear the wind but would bring him to no haven.

I do not ordinarily hunt for a cave in the middle of the biggest excitement and most intense action, but this seemed to hit me in a new spot or something, and anyhow there I was, trying to arrange my mind. Or maybe my feelings. All I knew was that something inside of me needed a little arranging.

I dropped the book on the table, stretched for a good yawn, went and opened the window and stood there looking down on the street long enough to let the sharp cold air make me feel like blankets and hopped for the hay.

Go to hell, I'm reading. ~Archie Goodwin

But for anyone who is fed up with people and noise, the favorite spot could be Lily Rowan's cabin clearing. I admit there is a little noise, Berry Creek making a fuss about the rocks that won't move, but after a couple of days you hear it only when you want to.

Almost all of my really good times have been silent but have had to end.

It was somehow easier to love a person who wasn't there.

When I was on my own in a hotel room in Romania, I had the imagination to keep myself occupied.

To realise that one has nobody in the world—that is a sobering thought.

Estás só. Ninguém o sabe. Cala e finge. Mas finge sem fingimento. Nada 'speres que em ti já não exista, Cada um consigo é triste. Tens sol se há sol, ramos se ramos buscas, Sorte se a sorte é dada.

Friendship is not a remedy for loneliness. Loneliness is part of our experience, and if we are looking for relief from loneliness in friendship, we are only going to frustrate the friendship. Friendship, camaraderie, intimacy, all those things, and loneliness lived together in the same experience.

To live among such excellent helps as our libraries afford, to have so many silent wise companions whenever we please.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

I drank coffee and read old books and waited for the year to end.

I had a good-talking candle last night in my bedroom. I was very tired but I wanted somebody to be with me, so I lit a candle and listened to its comfortable voice of light until I was asleep.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife,I would be married to a single life.

He believed books had an aura that protected him, that without one beside him he would die. He happily slept without women. He never slept without a book.

How empty is the world when you lose the one you love