Quotes About Solitude

Each member of the family shipwrecked on their own island of grief.

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life.

Everybody had somebody but me.

In the whole history of my letters, of my liking boys, not once has a boy liked me back at the same time as I liked him. It was always me alone, longing after a boy, and that was fine, that was safe

When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want

For me there was—is—nothing better than walking on the beach late at night. It feels like you could walk forever, like the whole night is yours and so is the ocean. When you walk on the beach at night, you can say things you can't say in real life. In the dark you can feel really close to a person. You can say whatever you want.

Who ever heard of making pancakes or frittata for just one person?

It felt eerily quiet, and even though it was only just past one, it felt like it was four in the morning and the whole world had gone to sleep.

I just need to burrow in my little hobbit hole for a while, and when I'm ready, I'll come out again and be all right.

He knows me well enough to know that I just need to burrow in my little hobbit hole for a while, and when I'm ready, I'll come out again and be all right.

The only person I wanted was Susannah. She was the only one. And then I had a thought, clear as day. I would never be somebody's favorite again. I would never be a kid again, not in the same way. That was all over now. She was really gone.

My whole body ached. I opened all the windows in my room and lay in the dark, just listening to the ocean. I wished the tide would carry me out and never bring me back.

It's necessary to start most work alone. But I'm tickled to death when I can pull somebody in or join someone, whether it's borrowing poetry or traveling with an associate.

It can be kind of gruesome at times, making things alone.

Being alone with yourself is increasingly unpopular.

Sometimes at night I conduct interviews with myself. What do you want? I don't know. What do you want? I don't know. What seems to be the problem? Just leave me alone.

There is a man who travels around the world trying to find places where you can stand still and hear no human sound. It is impossible to feel calm in cities, he believes, because we so rarely hear birdsong there. Our ears evolved to be our warning systems. We are on high alert in places where no birds sing. To live in a city is to be forever flinching.

What Rilke said: I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

I tried to figure out if I felt calmer with a blanket over my head. No I did not was the answer.

There is a man who travels around the world trying to find places where you can stand still and hear no human sound.

What Kafka said: I write to close my eyes.

Do you have a secret life? This is what she asks all her friends.

All she wants now is to go somewhere quiet and dark, she says.

They say when you're lonely you start to lose words.