Quotes About Solitude

When your sad--like really sad--you only want to be with other people who are sad.

You're a sad little hermit, and it creeps me out.

When everything is finished, the mornings are sad.

It's pretty lonely and sad to be single. Every night was the same for me, I'd go home and curl up in bed with my favorite book. Well, actually it was a magazine.

Writing is the lonely sport of sad sacks.

You are sad because they abandon you and you have not fallen.

If i sad, I'm always search the mirror, because it never laugh when i cry

My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.

There is something so horrifying and so sad when people are living alone. That is why the old and lonely come to us.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but i feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people then i feel on my owm.

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

I have found no other cure for loneliness than to befriend it.

Few artists thrive in solitude and nothing is more stimulating than the conflict of minds with similar interests.

Loneliness becomes an acid that eats away at you.

Mathematical Mark all mathematical heads, which be only and wholly bent to those sciences, how solitary they be themselves, how unfit to live with others, and how unapt to serve in the world.

The sole cause of all human misery is the inability of people to sit quietly in their rooms.

Man knows at last that he is alone in the universe's unfeeling immensity, out of which he emerged only by chance.

We leave this life the same way that we enter it, totally alone, bereft.

We lived longer but at a price. We had to be our own children, having none.

The answer is they didn't. They aren't here, Razor. They never were it's just us. It's always been just us.

He spent the afternoon alone in the streets.

One can lose themselves in the twilight, when there are no colors to guide the way.

So I'm alone. I have no one. Is that what you're telling me?" - Junco, Range (to be published April 2013)

You ask why I make my home n the mountain forest, and I smile, and am silent, and even my soul remains quiet: it lives in the other world which no one owns. The peach trees blossom, The water flows.