Quotes About Solitude

I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It's not sadness, though it may sound like it. I'm thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it's hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.

There is a solitude in this world I cannot pierce. I would die for it.

We all tip our lonely hats in one un-lonely sound.

When all were gone, Witiko stood with Bertha on the southern balcony pointing out the meadows and mountains he had told her of on the stones of the lonely meadow near her father's forest home.

Doing the right thing is often a lonely road

If you've never stared off in the distance, then your life is a shame.

Endure what one must during the day. But please, can I not have some peace when darkness falls?

that feeling of being alone and together at the same time.

It wasn't that I didn't know anyone's phone number—I didn't—it was that only at this moment did I realize I had no one to call. There wasn't a woman, a colleague, or even a relative that I had to contact. Didn't I have a single friend?

It's just a thing that sometimes has to be done and even if thirty thousand suffer with you, you suffer alone." She

Ksi?dz (wstrzymuje) Co to ma znaczy??...szalony! czy mo?na? Odbierzcie mu ?elazo, rozdejmijcie pi??cie. Jeste? ty chrze?cijanin? taka my?l bezbo?na! Znasz ty Ewangelij?? Pustelnik A znasz ty nieszcz??cie?

Pójd? sam; kto w dzie? b??dzi i ?ywych nie s?yszy, Widzi w nocy, zna j?zyk grobowej zaciszy.

loneliness is the inevitable cost of looking after ourselves.

I'm suddenly struck by the notion of how one becomes remote in one's own life.

10. You have to deal with stuff on your own and that's all there is to it.

Leave us alone without books and we shall be lost and in confusion at once.

These beThree silent things:The falling snow… the hourBefore the dawn… the mouth of oneJust dead.

It's strange how so much life can be lived without speaking

shrug. I don't feel that. I'd settle for being ignored, left alone, unjudged. Unharried. I just want to live my life. I don't need anyone to understand it. 'Do you think? It strikes me as the ultimate in self-absorption, hoping for understanding from others to give meaning to your life. Get over yourself, I say.

Never get involved. That's my motto. I hurt no one. And no one can hurt me.

The Strong Man is Mightiest Alone.

I'm in the reservation of my mind.

The darkness keeps its own counsel.

I can easily do without people (there are days when I could easily do without myself), and … in the country of books where I dwell, the dead can count entirely as much as the living.