Quotes About Solitude

How dreary—to be—Somebody!

Sarei forse più sola senza la mia solitudine. Sono abituata al mio destino.

The night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single star, That often as a cloud it met Blew out itself for fear. The wind pursued the little bush

There is a solitude of space A solitude of sea A solitude of death, but these Society shall be Compared with that profounder site That polar privacy A soul admitted to itself – Finite infinity.

With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain

Oh Susie, I would nestle close to your warm heart, and never hear the wind blow, or the storm beat, again. Is there any room there for me, or shall I wander away all homeless and alone? Thank you for loving me, darling...

How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn't care about Careers And Exigencies never fears

The silence like an ocean rolled, And broke against my ear.

And only the waves reply.

The supper of the heart is when the guest has gone. - Letters 1857 to Dr and Mrs Holland pg 171

Remember and care for me sometimes, and scatter a fragrant flower in this wilderness life of mine by writing me.

The Loneliness One dare not sound— ... The Horror not to be surveyed—

Non parlavo mai - se non sollecitata. In quei casi - brevemente - a voce bassa. Non mi riusciva di vivere nella confusione. Mi vergognavo del chiasso.

I know some lonely houses off the road

I had never understood what people meant when they said they'd rather be alone if they couldn't be in the right relationship. Now I got it.

Being around people didn't make me uneasy, I just preferred to be alone most of the time.

Shall Earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now?

Nacemos solos en nuestra cabeza; vivimos solos allí; morimos solos. Los secretos, pues, a la tumba. Por un momento sentí deseos desesperados de no estar a solas...

One never imagined that as the decades went by, one might drift into an unbounded country. It struck Lib now how alone in the world she was.

Fog makes an island of every man.

Cluain Mhic Nóis

We're born alone and we die alone, but we get to travel with people along the way, and if you get lucky, you have a worthy consort.

Why can't I solve this problem by killing someone? she though petulantly, then comforted herself with the mantra that had kept her going in prison: Soon all the humans will be dead, she said, droning in the time-honored fashion of gurus everywhere. And then Opal will be loved. And even if I'm not loved, she thought, at least all the humans will be dead.

People like me, LB, the truly great ones ... we are always alone.