Quotes About Solitude

So we sat and thought deeply for awhile.

Now, without thinking further, he would go home to his room. He would lie in the bed and finally, with daylight, he would go to sleep. After all, he said to himself, it is probably only insomnia. Many must have it.

no man was ever alone on the sea.

It is easy when you are beaten, he thought. I never knew how easy it was. And what beat you, he thought. "Nothing," he said aloud. "I went out too far.

An echo would die of lonesomeness out there.

There is no friend as long as a book

I drank a bottle of wine for company.

You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you. Or rather you can if you will be ruthless enough about it. But the best writing is certainly when you are in love. If it is all the same to you I would rather not expound on that.

I spoke to the Old Man a couple of times, but I'm sure He didn't hear a word I said. He had quit listening to man a million years ago. Now all He does is play chess by Himself or sit around playing solitary with old cards.

My good friend the Governor said I could settle down at Port Stanley and take things quietly for a few weeks. The street of that port is about a mile and a half long. It has the slaughterhouse at one end and the graveyard at the other. The chief distraction is to walk from the slaughterhouse to the graveyard. For a change one may walk from the graveyard to the slaughterhouse.

There are times when you will choose to walk with God and you will feel as if you are walking alone. Yet you must not forget that you are never alone: God is always with you.

He was going to think about her and think about her until she disappeared.

Sometimes my day is crammed full of people and talk and yet I have the feeling of living in utter peace and quiet. And the tree outside my window, in the evenings, is a greater experience than all those people put together.

Sometimes I long for a convent cell, with the sublime wisdom of centuries set out on bookshelves all along the wall and a view across the cornfields--there must be cornfields and they must wave in the breeze--and there I would immerse myself in the wisdom of the ages and in myself. Then I might perhaps find peace and clarity. But that would be no great feat. It is right here, in this very place, in the here and the now, that I must find them.

That summer lying in the long grass with my head propped up against the back of a saddle, with the zenith above me and the drop of distance below, I listened to the mountain silence until I could hear as far into it as the faintest clink of a cowbell. In the mountains, what might be out of sight had never really gone away. Like the mountain, that distant bell would always be there. It would keep reminding.

All men die in solitude; all values are degraded in a state of misery: that is what Shakespeare tells me

Acum m? închid,m? cuib?resc în fric?,m? înf??or,m? cufund în ea,ca într-un aÈ™ternut.

Experience teaches us that when one hears the doorbell ring it is because there is never anyone there.

De obicei nu eÈ™ti singur în gingur?tate. Aduci È™i restul lumii cu tine.

Writing is my vacation from living

I know it's useless to talk. But sometimes I feel so lonely.

you got him alone tonight--there'll be a beautiful moon to fill him with poetry and loneliness

To escape from the little island of the living.

O grant me a house by the beach of a bay, Where the waves can be surly in winter, and play With the sea-weed in summer, ye bountiful powers! And I'd leave all the hurry, the noise, and the fray, For a house full of books, and a garden of flowers.