Quotes About Solitude

Silence is one of the deepest Disciplines of the Spirit simply because it puts the stopper on all self-justification. One

Silence is one of the deepest Disciplines of the Spirit simply because it puts the stopper on all self-justification.

I have only these words that seem as if they climbed up from the bottom of a dry well.

How long has it been since I've seen sunlight? Down in the asshole of creation, it was a dim, perpetual crimson-and-magenta twilight.

I don't seem to be alone anymore." "Very well," says Vehuel. "We'd like—" "Shh," he says, holding up a hand. "I'm trying to count." "Of course," Vehuel says in a tone that makes it pretty obvious she's not used to getting shushed.

Our genetic dispositions have a basis here- dispositions to dominate and to herd together for the sake of survival, to wander alone in hope of revelation, instinctively to seek more in order to allay fear of scarcity, and to stand silently, if only for a moment, in humility, and awe at all that exists beyond ourselves.

Even being alone it's better than sitting next to your lover and feeling lonely. - Celine

isolated patches of wild land are valuable to know, as are isolated people.

If to be absent were to beAway from thee;Or that when I am gone,You and I were alone;Then, my Lucasta, might I cravePity from blust'ring wind, or swallowing wave.

I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.

In most cases, true greatness is a silent and lonely affair, unaccompanied by the trumpeted fanfare of acclaim.

Unfortunately, large cities don't have a monopoly on loneliness. It can be found in small towns as well. Loneliness can be found everywhere there are people.

Take a good book to bed with you—books do not snore. —Thea Dorn

I drifted just outside, contemplating the dark interior.

He liked the loneliness of inner space, the sense of being forgotten by the world.

I think about dying. I've come to realize we all die alone in one way or another.

there wasn't anything beyond the Flamingo except desert and McCarran Field.

Makes you sad. All your friends are gone. Goodbye Goodbye. No more tears.

I want to tell you this story without having to be in it

And words, little words, words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing

Every morning the same big and little words all spelling out desire, all spelling out You will be alone always and then you will die .

This is where he trots out his sadness. Little black cloud, little black umbrella.

Every story has its chapter in the desert, the long slide from kingdom to kingdom through the wilderness, where you learn things, where you're left to your own devices.

and the dark blue over everything