Quotes About Solitude

I managed to memorize half of "The Eve of St. Agnes," and would mutter stanzas to myself when I was bored, alone, or at aerobics class.

each time, the experience of music pouring directly against her eardrums—hers alone—is a shock that makes her eyes well up; the privacy of it, the way it transforms her surroundings into a golden montage

At first I thought he was having a stroke or a heart attack, but then I realized I was seeing pure misery, the kind people only show when they think they're by themselves.

I am ALONE AND PEACEFUL and that combination is so unusual, it's like meeting someone for the first time.

There are no Kids at the club at this in-between time, even the ones coming back for dinner are home changing clothes, which means there's nowhere I'm supposed to be and no one I'm supposed to be WITH and no way to be left out because there's nothing to be left out OF. I am ALONE AND PEACEFUL and that combination is so unusual, it's like meeting someone for the first time.

NICOLE CULLEN Long Tom Lookout

She lay awake and thought of her mother, gone forever. There was no one else she wanted to tell.

I doubt if he himself leaks even enough to piss more than once a year on his birthday,

Sometimes my bedroom is the best place in the world, and other times it is like a place that closes in and suffocates me. I

Picture yourself standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The wind is whipping your hair. The sun is setting. You long, body and soul, for one thing. One person. You hear footsteps behind you. You turn. Who's there? I remembered a voice. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.

The trick to being abandoned was to never let yourself long for anyone who left.

Picture yourself standing on a cliff overlooking the ocean. The wind is whipping in your hair. The sun is setting. You long, body and soul, for one thing. One person. You hear footsteps behind you. You turn. Who's there?

Some people like having their friends aroun when things get tough,and some people need to be alone. When she/he ready to talk, she/he will talk.

Sometimes all I did all day was just wander around in my mind.

I run until time stops. Until my mind stops.

You are not alone." Before I can tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial, he tightens his grip until I worry my arm will snap off. "And we are not done discussing this.

Suddenly I'm having one of those moments that you have after losing someone—when you feel as if you've been kicked in the stomach and all your breath is gone, and you might never get it back. I want to sit down on the dirty, littered ground right now and cry until I can't cry anymore.

You know what? Why don't we just forget it? Why don't I go by myself? I think I'd rather go alone anyway.

I love the world that is my room.

A lake. A prayer. It's so lovely to be lovely in Private.

You are not alone.'... I tell him, Actually I am, which is part of the problem; we are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

It can get kind of nerve-racking when you realise how isolated you are from the actual world here. But all the scary stuff doesn't really compare to getting lost in your own mind.

It's so lovely to be lovely in Private.

There's a lot of merit in silence.