Quotes About Solitude

She wanted to be alone—to think things out—to adjust herself, if it were possible, to the new world into which she seemed to have been transplanted with a suddenness and completeness that left her half bewildered as to her own identity. Was she—could she be—the same Rilla Blythe who had

Hiçbir zaman gerçekten görülmemiÅŸ, yaln?zca bak?l?rsa görülebilecek bir sürü güzel, kuytu yer olduÄŸuna inan?yorum. Rüzgarla, gökyüzüyle, güneÅŸle arkadaÅŸ olacak ve bahar? kalplerimizde evimize getireceÄŸiz.

EÄŸer gerçekten dua etmek isteseydim ne yapaca??m? size söyleyeyim. Kocaman, ?ss?z bir tarlaya veya orman?n derinliklerine gider, ba??m? kald?r?p sonu yokmuÅŸ gibi görünen o muhteÅŸem mavilikteki gökyüzünün taa içine bakard?m. O zaman duay? gerçekten hissederdim.

O yolu seviyorum çünkü orada insanlar sana deli olduÄŸunu söylemeden yüksek sesle düÅŸünebilirsin.

I have an ideal Sunday in my mind. Only, I am such a coward that I cannot translate it into the real, but must drift on with the current of conventionality. But I would like to go away on Sunday morning to the heart of some great solemn wood and sit down among the ferns with only the companionship of the trees and the wood-winds echoing through the dim, moss-hung aisles like the strains of some vast cathedral anthem. And I would stay there for hours alone with nature and my own soul.

Cuando el crepúsculo deje su cortina caer y la fije en el cielo con una estrella, recuerda que allí, donde quiera que estés, tendrás una amiga que siempre te espera.

Anne smiled again, bravely facing the long years of solitary imprisonment before her.

Even when I am alone, I have real good company - dreams and imaginations and pretendings.

If you were out in a great big woods with other trees all around you and little mosses and Junebells growing over your roots and a brook not far away and birds singing in you branches, you could grow, couldn't you? But you can't where you are. I know just exactly how you feel, little trees.

Shut the windows, draw the curtains, keep the rumour out!

The only safe place left is the dark.

There isn't a thought in my head I care to be alone with for more than five minutes.

By the time the shade had reached the river, Augustus would have mellowed with the evening and be ready for some intelligent conversation, which usually involved talking to himself.

He liked to get off by himself, a mile or so from camp, and listen to the country, not the men.

Certainly on the vast windy plain, there was plenty of nothing to be looked at.

Sometimes Sonny felt like he was the only human creature in the town. It was a bad feeling, and it usually came on him in the mornings early, when the streets were completely empty, the way they were one Saturday morning in late November.

I miss Gus...I get to expecting to hear him talk and he ain't here. My ears sort of get empty.

It was something he had always done - moved apart, so he could be alone and think things or a little.

It was only the thought that Deets was still knowing him, somehow, that kept him from feeling totally alone.

In the last year or two he had not only grown indifferent to company, he had begun to find it irritating.

the seven of them rode for two hours into country that seemed to contain nothing except itself.

Loneliness is like ice. After you've been lonely long enough you don't even realize you're cold, but you are.

Looking at her, though, was like looking at the hills. The hills stayed as they were. You could go them, if you had the means, but they extended no greeting.

Perhaps, he thought, as he turned back, that was what Augustus wanted: just to be free for a few days, just to saddle his horse and ride.