Quotes About Solitude

When he reached the wire gate he stopped and stood looking back toward the horse barn and the cow lots. Then he raised his head and peered up at the stars. He spoke aloud. You dumb old son of a bitch, he said. You dumb old ignorant stupid son of a bitch. Then

Aún el diablo puede llorar cuando mira alrededor del infierno y se da cuenta de que está ahí, solo.-Acheron

What can be quieter than standing alone in a crowd of strangers?

He let himself into the security office and scanned the wall of surveillance monitors. Parking lot clear. Corridors empty. Cafeteria empty. Heart empty.

If I'm such a bloody hero, why am I alone?

For a long time that had seemed to her to be the key to life: Life--real life--was just a solitude waiting to be transfigured. If Phillip was with her, the solitude she needed would be shattered, and along with it whatever wondrous thing might have come her way if she had been alone.

He'd always found it vaguely depressing, and yet it shouldn't have mattered that the world was full of people he'd never know when he'd removed himself so completely from the world anyway. This

Quiet is peace. Tranquility. Quiet is turning down the volume knob on life. Silence is pushing the off button. Shutting it down. All of it. - Amir

I now know that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

I wished I could be alone in my room, with my books, away from these people.

No one has to know. No one would. It would be her secret, one she would share with the mountains only. The question is whether it is a secret she can live with, and Parwana thinks she knows the answer. She has lived with secrets all her life.

Awake. And alone with demons of my own.

You know the old bit, he said. You're on a deserted island. You can have five books. Which do you choose? I never thought I'd actually have to.

I know now that some people feel unhappiness the way others love: privately, intensely, and without recourse.

They would make new lives for themselves—peaceful, solitary lives—and there the weight of all that they'd endured would lift from them, and they would be deserving of all the happiness and simple prosperity they would find.

I could wade into this river, let my sins drown to the bottom, let the waters carry me someplace far. Someplace with no ghosts, no memories, and no sins.

She remembered all too well how time had dragged without him, how she had shuffled about feeling waylaid, out of balance. How she could ever cope with his permanent absence?

I remember how when I felt lonely, I would whisper her name— our name—and hold my breath, waiting for an echo, certain that it would come someday.

It's what I always remember about being up here," Babi said. "The silence. The peace of

El silencio de Sohrab no era el silencio que alguien se impone a sí mismo por determinadas convicciones, ni el de los manifestantes que reivindican su causa sin pronunciar palabra. Era el silencio de quien se ha refugiado en un escondrijo oscuro, de quien se ha hecho un ovillo y se ha ocultado.

But in my quiet moments, in those long rides in the back of a bus or the bed of a truck, my mind always circles back to…

Bilo bi pogrešno re?i da je Sohrab bio tih. Tišina je mir. Tišina je okretanje dugmeta za glasno?u života. Muk je pritiskivanje dugmeta za isklju?ivanje. Gašenje. Svega.

Quiet is peace. Tranquillity. Quiet is turning down the VOLUME knob on life.

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into the humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills