Quotes About Solitude

Maybe, Keller thinks, I've become too used to solitude. Maybe I like it too much.

Nothing is emptier than an empty house. The vacant kitchen chair, the imprint on a sofa cushion, the pillow unsplayed with hair, absent of scent. An unspoken thought, an unshared laugh, the silence of no footsteps, no sighs, no breaths.

Later, when Marie was so sick and they both knew that their sunsets together were numbered, he would bundle her up in a coat and a blanket, a knit cap for her bare head, make her a cup of hot tea because she was always cold, and they would sit and watch the sunset, knowing it was their own as well. Now he sits and watches alone, although he still pours a glass of red wine for her, which he tosses over the deck into the bushes when he's ready to go inside. It's

He wishes Marie were here, that's all. No one who hasn't missed a beloved spouse will ever know the literal meaning of the word "heartache

Poem to Be Read at 3:00 A.M. by Donald Justice Excepting the diner On the outskirts The town of Ladora at 3 A.M. Was dark but For my headlights And up in One second-story room A single light Where someone Was sick or Perhaps reading As I drove past At seventy Not thinking This poem Is for whoever Had the light on

Elsewheres South The long green shutters are drawn. Against what parades? Closing our eyes against the sun, We try to imagine The darkness of an interior Where something might still happen: The razor lying open On the cool marble washstand, The drip of something--is it water?-- Upon stone floors.

In the stillness of life, we find our higher self. Be still and God is with you. Be still, and you are never alone.

The individual who has experienced solitude will not easily become a victim of mass suggestion.

My whole life is a dark room. One big dark room.

Cold Mountain Son Forever not change I live alone Beyond life death

When you're alone and life is making you lonely, you can always go downtown.

Privacy - like eating and breathing - is one of life's basic requirements.

Spring is beautiful, and summer is perfect for vacations, but autumn brings a longing to get away from the unreal things of life, out into the forest at night with a campfire and the rustling leaves.

I live in my own little world. But its ok, they know me here.

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

The cemetery is my sense of comfort, my sanctuary in a world of darkness, the one piece of light that i have in my life.

In solitude we give passionate attention to our lives, to our memories, to the details around us.

It's all I have left in my life, caffeine and a poodle.

I've spent my whole life not talking to people, and I don't see why I should start now.

But then, I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life.

Learn to enjoy your own company. You are the one person you can count on living with for the rest of your life.

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.

This is one of the charms of the desert, that removing as it does nearly all the accessories of life, we see the thin thread of necessities on which our human existence is suspended.

The only person who is with us our entire life, is ourselves.