Quotes About Solitude

If I'm going to be working out here in a place that at least feels like the middle of nowhere, I'm going to need access to the outside world. It's important to have access. Solitude is one thing, but you could turn into the Unabomber if you don't have some connection to people.

Solitude helps you figure out where everybody else stops and you begin

Solitude is a luxury for the lucky. For people who don't have sick cats and lost ladybugs and very possibly dying loved ones to worry about. For people who don't have to worry about getting their hands dirty with the everyday goo of ordinary suffering.

I work more now because at this time of my life I am not disturbed from my aim by outside pressures such as family, passionate relationships, dealing with 'who am I?' - those complications when one is searching for one's self.

I think more and more people want to live alone. You can be a couple without being in each other's pockets. I don't see why you have to share the same bathroom.

I need, absolutely, to be alone.

Solitude my solace, wrapped around me like layers of golden hair. Stacks of books and I can sing as loud as I please all day and night. [from the poem, Rapunzel: I like the Quiet ]

If you are lonely when you are alone, you are in bad company.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

If you are lonely when you're alone, you are in bad company.

If you're lonely when you're alone, you're in bad company.

There wasn't a human being for several kilometers around, not a news-stand, not a shop, not a café, not a school. Not a cat, not a skinhead. Nothing.

There is no greater solitude than that of the samurai unless it is that of the tiger in the jungle... Perhaps...

There is no solitude greater than the samurai's, unless perhaps it be that of a tiger in the jungle.

The true defining situation for a person is what they do when they are alone and don't have to do anything else. What do they do? Do they do frivolous things? That's when you define what you are.

Back in those days it was just me swimming around in the dark, doing back flips and taking naps whenever I want.

What was true empathy anyway but sometimes turning away, leaving someone alone?

You're on your own, like you've always been on your own. You have to keep going forward, until you can't go forward anymore.

Never has a setting been so able to live without the souls traversing it.

After reading the journal, I was left with the comfort of that essential recurring image of my husband putting out to sea in a boat he had rebuilt, out through the crashing surf to the calm just beyond. Of him following the coastline north, alone, seeking in that experience the joy of small moments remembered from happier days. It made me fiercely proud of him. It showed resolve. It showed bravery. It bound him to me in a more intimate way than we had ever seemed to have while together.

There is no one with me. I am all by myself. The trees are not trees the birds are not birds and I am not me but just something that has been walking for a very long time . . .

Be still that human need. To fill the silence with words.

Observation had always meant more to me than interaction.

He wanted to stay there, at the bar, around people but not involved with them.