Quotes About Solitude

Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

I really like working by myself without any distractions, learning from my own mistakes.

I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.

I think I'm learningthat sometimes the bravest thing is not to face the world, but to turn away from it.

Life could be wonderful if people would leave you alone.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

The dream of my life is to lie down by a slow river and stare at the light in the trees - to learn something by being nothing

In life there are certain sores which, like a kind of canker, slowly erode the soul in solitude.

Solitude is for me a fount of healing which makes my life worth living. Talking is often a torment for me, and I need many days of silence to recover from the futility of words.

Expose yourself to aloneness. When a person is left alone, he starts thinking of higher reality - about death, life, soul, God and the mystery of all.

I live a very quiet life, although I'm very urban and a diehard New Yorker

I was born alone and I will die alone. I've got to do what's right for me and not live my life the way anybody else wants it.

I like the idea of being alone. I like the idea of often being alone in all aspects of my life. I like to feel lonely. I like to need things.

A man is born alone and dies alone; and he experiences the good and bad consequences of his karma alone; and he goes alone to hell or the Supreme abode.

If you want to destroy something in this life, be it an acne, a blemish or the human soul, all you need to do is to surround it with thick walls. It will dry up inside.

Sometimes life is merely a matter of coffee and whatever intimacy a cup of coffee affords.

I'd wake in the morning, my head fuzzy, sometimes with someone I knew but who was a stranger just leaving, and realize I was one day closer to the end of it all.

Even though no threat had revealed itself, it seemed important to eliminate any possible moment of silence. As if somehow the blankness of the walls fed off of silence, and that something might appear in the spaces between our words if we were not careful. Had I expressed this anxiety to the psychologist, she would have been worried, I know. But I was more attuned to solitude than any of us, and I would have characterized that place in that moment of our exploration as watchful.

May 6. No prott. But I have been having very odd thoughts.

I marveled at the fact that I had been given such a gift: not just to lose myself in the present moment so utterly but also to have such solitude, which was all I had ever craved

Anonymity amongst the wreckage of the earth. This is what I sought. And a good pair of boots for when it got cold.

Once, we were close and close-knit, but now we are unmoored islands, each alone, each a separate planet, drifting farther and farther away, content to turn ever inward . . . This is no idle solipsism; it has taken on the fragile brightness of truth. Cities turned from cities, self-devouring. Governments fragmenting into fragments of fragments. Entertainment become a solitary diversion. Solo adventures.

in the off-season, when even the beach is a poem about loneliness.

At least, that's what he chose to believe. To have a reason for his packing, and a place to think of as a sanctuary. Or a hiding place.