Quotes About Solitude

Yuri is alone in

In short, this was a period in which the phrase 'you're never alone with a good book' started to sound less like a promise and more like a threat.

If you smile when you are alone, then you really mean it.

If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it.

But I think there's something wonderful and extraordinary about climbing on your own and just that kind of relationship to the environment. I'm very addicted to the mountains. You know, so, I do like that solitude.

She stood lost in eternity... watching the immense sky...

One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.

For hours, for days, for years, she had wandered endlessly within herself but never met anybody, nobody.

She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

In his diabolic solitude, only the possibility of love could awake the libertine to perfect, immaculate terror. It is in this holy terror of love that we find, in both men and women themselves, the source of all opposition to the emancipation of women.

I was the only man alive who knew time had begun again.

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man's land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

Nobody needed to know what happened between us. It felt good to keep it private. Like praying. You don't have to announce that you pray. I don't need no one to make me feel bad about it. José was the antídoto to some of the most poisonous years of my life. He filled the emptiness of my apartment.

Oi! Can't a poor Boggart have no peace?

Jenna liked her own company and she loved wandering around the Palace, especially at night when candles cast great shadows across the corridors

So he just sits here staring into his beer.

When Things Close In It feels as though I make my own way through massive rock like a vein of ore alone, encased. I am so deep inside it I can't see the path or any distance: everything is close and everything closing in on me has turned to stone. Since I still don't know enough about pain, this terrible darkness makes me small, If it's you, though— press down hard on me, break in that I may know the weight of your hand and you, the fullness of my cry.

What should I say about your tendency to doubt your struggle or to harmonize your inner and outer life? My wish is ever strong that you find enough patience within you and enough simplicity to have faith. May you gain more and more trust in what is challenging, and confidence in the solitude you bear. Let life happen to you. Believe me: life is in the right in any case. Furnborg, Jonsered, Sweden, November 4, 1904 Letters to a Young Poet

Secretly she envied those who went out and about, while she remained in the grip of her sentences.

We shall none of us ever make love again, she thought, and did not much care. Life had not been too harsh; the sea would still be there at the end. She was nearly ready.

Had she been more active, less reclusive, she would have gone out into the streets to lose herself in some sort of company, have made the pretext of buying an evening paper an opportunity to chat to the newsagent, but she rejected such stratagems, seeing them for what they were. It had been decreed that she was to be solitary, and somehow she had always known this. Once she had left her parents' house all friendships had seemed provisional; even marriage had not changed that.

Yet for all her solitariness, or her self-sufficiency, she lacked an overriding philosophy to help her deal with encroachments, incursions, and thus fell at the first fence.

There must be some compensation for being an onlooker,' said Beatrice. 'The role is not always an enviable one.