Quotes About Solitude

I loved the late-night slow burn of being out, my mind turning over some problem, some piece of data, while able to appear sociable but still existing apart.

Solitude could press down on a person, seem to demand that action be taken.

Everyone always tells you that you become more alone as you get older. People write about it in books. They shout it out on street corners. They mumble it in their sleep. But it's always a shock when it happens to you.}

My loneliness began to be filled with ghosts. That is the worst thing about loneliness, how easily it becomes filled.

This was really the only thing I discovered in him after his return: a deep and unending solitude, as if he had been granted a gift that he didn't know what to do with. A gift that was poison to him and eventually killed him. But would it have killed me?

que se quedó pensativa en su puerta, mirando cómo se alejaban, en

Nada son cuatro letras que significan nada», y la nada era estar fuera de ese cuarto, de esa vida, era no volver a caminar el mismo día durante tantos años: el sosiego.

He panted for silence as others do for air.

Abbandonarsi ai propri pensieri per un'ora, ogni giorno, senza scopo: basta questo per rimanere qualcosa che somigli a un uomo

Since the death of his daughter, a consumptive, he had not thrashed a woman; he lived alone.

The dead have no place down here. They must leave us in peace.

Was it she who saved me from the silent death that characterizes resignation to solitude?

It was the inverse of an island in the sea.

The devil has made it his business to monopolize on three elements: noise, hurry, crowds. He will not allow quietness.

The heart which has no agenda but God's is the heart at leisure from itself. Its emptiness is filled with the Love of God. Its solitude can be turned into prayer.

No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.

But in spite of my great desire for intimacy, I've always been a loner. Perhaps when the longing for connection is as strong as it is in me, when the desire is for something so deep and true, one knows better than to try. One sees that this is not the place for that.

I remove my wedding rings and put them in the jewelry box. So many others have done this. I am not the only one. I am not the only one. But here, I am the only one.

She understood the specific kind of appreciation that comes to a person witnessing a thing of beauty alone, how the spectacle seems to sit whole inside the soul, undiminished by conversation, by any attempt at translation or persuasion.

I felt my aloneness like a coat. You think you get used to death in the dying. But after the dying is done, you see how the end is the beginning.

I go up to my room, close the door and sit on my bed, my hands clasped in my lap, and in my chest is a raggedy sadness. Outside, the sun hangs at the horizon, then drops. Day is done. (page 60)

A human being writes the book, but what writes for him or her is more spirit than physical being, and that spirit lives only in solitude.

I can be with someone and everything is fine and then all of a sudden it can wash over me like a sickness, that I need the quiet of my own self. I need to unload my head and look at what I've got in there so far. See it. Think what it means. I always need to come back to being alone for awhile.

Or he could go back to the ease of solitude. It's really not so bad, being alone, never worrying about what has to be done for, or with, or in the interest of another. it's like you let your mind stay in its pajamas all day.