Quotes About Solitude

There should be just one safe place in the world

I am come to a tavern alone to eat a steak, after which I shall return to the office.

EVEN ON A REMOTE but beautiful island, Mandela needed a place apart. A place where he could lose himself to find himself.

I pull the door open and step inside, bracing myself for the heat and noise, but there is nothing here tonight. Just a few lights flicked on, running up and down the walls, and one long solitary bulb directly over the ring–a soft yellow glow emanating from the metal cage wrapped around it.

That open country is so huge you can feel lost and abandoned in it or you can work to feel a part of it, like ya belong to it and it belongs to you. Like a part of you is rock and stone and stream and all the open sky. Ya get past lonesome then...them creatures is all my family and i'm family to them as well.

Then I walked out to my truck and was gone by the time I started the engine.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.

Cuál es el opuesto de dos? Tu y yo en soledad

that if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

Then he was gone, and Prentice was alone in a silence that rang with all his shrill, unspoken words. He was so alone that the only thing to do was lie back on the bed and roll over and draw up his knees like an unborn baby, staring with dry eyes at a cluster of pink flowers on the wallpaper, knowing he had never been so alone in his life.

Se si vuole fare qualcosa di assolutamente onesto, qualcosa di vero, alla fine si scopre sempre che è una cosa che va fatta da soli.

if you wanted to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

She was calm and quiet now with knowing what she had always known, what neither her parents nor Aunt Claire nor Frank nor anyone else had ever had to teach her: that if you wanted something to do something absolutely honest, something true, it always turned out to be a thing that had to be done alone.

My cigarettes and I are going outside. At least they show me respect.

Aren't we all alone?" I asked with a rueful smile. "Yes. I think in the end, we all are, no matter what the songs and happy stories say. I guess it's just a matter of who we choose to be alone with." "That's why I come here, you know. To be alone with other people. There's isolation in a crowd. You're hidden. Safe.

Being alone is a terrible, terrible thing. There's no one to run to, no one to confide in, no one who cares what happens to you.

Why couldn't I be locked away in my room or the library doing something enjoyable, like homework?

And children are still the way you were ...as a child, sad and happy in just the same way and if you think of your childhood, you once again live among them, among the solitary children, and the grownups are nothing, and their dignity has no value.

It's possible, I'm moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; I'm so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.

I don't want to talk to anyone, lest I squander your words' echo, which ripples like a shine over mine and lends their sound a richness.

Sometimes Matilda longed for a friend, someone like the kind, courageous people in her books.

Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw...

It was pleasant to take a hot drink up to her room and have it beside her as she sat in her silent room reading in the empty house in the afternoons. The books transported her into new worlds and introduced her to amazing people who lived exciting lives.

This allowed her two glorious hours sitting quietly by herself in a cozy corner, devouring one book after another. When she had read every single children's book in the place, she started wandering round in search of something else.