Quotes About Solitude

Even he whose near ones have all died, one by one, is not alone-companionship comes for him from behind the screen of death.

The absence of human company and affection seemed to choke his heart.

SORROW is hushed into peace in my heart like the evening among the silent trees.

Stand before my eyes, and let thy glance touch my songs into a flame. Stand among thy stars and let me find kindled in their lights my own fir of worship. The earth is waiting at the world's wayside; Stand upon the green mantle she has flung upon thy path; and let me feel in her grass and meadow flowers the spread of my own salutation. Stand in my lonely evening where my heart watches alone; fill her cup of solitude, and let me feel in me the infinity of thy love.

Un día hallaré la Vida en mi interior, el gozo que se esconde en mi vida, aunque los días confunden mi camino con el polvo de la ociosidad. He conocido sus fugaces resplandores y me han llegado rachas de su aliento que han puesto fragantes mis ideas por un instante. Un día encontraré fuera de mí ese gozo que me oculta la pantalla de la luz; y me alzaré en esa soledad desbordada donde todo se observa como lo ve el creador.

The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.

Thou hast led me through my crowded travels of the day to my evening's loneliness. I wait for its meaning through the stillness of the night.

I came out alone on my way to my tryst. But who is this that follows me in the silent dark? I move aside to avoid his presence but I escape him not. He makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his loud voice to every word that I utter.

O that I were stored with a secret, like unshed rain in summer clouds — a secret, folded up in silence, that I could wander away with. O that I had someone to whisper to, where slow waters lap under trees that doze in the sun. The hush this evening seems to expect a footfall, and you ask me for the cause of my tears. I cannot give a reason why I weep, for that is a secret still withheld from me.

Sana evime gel demiyorum, uçsuz bucaks?z yaln?zl???ma gel.

One sad voice has its nest among the ruins of the years. It sings to me in the night,--"I loved you.

yet I also yearn for a little sheltered nook; like a bird with its tiny nest for a dwelling, and the vast sky for flight.

Nowadays, I have a great many visitors. Everyone has come to know that I am here. I'd be happy to escape. Why didn't you hide me away in your doll's house?

I probably didn't share his feelings – he hoped, really, that I didn't – but he was no longer interested in socialising; in fact, increasingly he found other people positively bewildering. The interesting ones are like islands, he said: you don't bump into them on the street or at a party, you have to know where they are and go to them by arrangement.

This feeling, that she was the invisible witness to another person's solitude - a kind of ghost - nearly drove her mad for awhile.

The day lies ahead empty of landmarks, like a prairie, like an untraversable plain.

I saw, in other words, that I was alone, and saw the gift and the burden of that state.

it felt, almost, as though I were looking at it all through the wrong end of a telescope and seeing things from a greater distance than I usually did, perhaps because I myself was not especially the focus of anyone's attention.

I'm not remotely interested in me as a subject," she said. "I'm interested in me as an object, and my honesty isn't brave, because it's not for me, it's not about me. It's just that I'm all I've got.

t's suggested that the ultimate fulfillment of a conscious being lay not in solitude but in a shared state so intricate and corporative it might almost be said to represent the entwining of two selves. This notion, of the unitary self being broken down, consciousness not as an imprisonment in one's own perceptions but rather as something more intimate and less divided, or universality that could come from shared experience at the highest level.

I saw, in other words, that I was alone, and saw the gift and the burden of that state, which had never truly been revealed to me before.

perhaps because I myself was not especially the focus of anyone's attention.

no longer interested in socialising; in fact, increasingly he found other people positively bewildering. The interesting ones are like islands, he said: you don't bump into them on the street or at a party, you have to know where they are and go to them by arrangement

Loneliness, she said, is when nothing will stick to you, when nothing will thrive around you, when you start to think that you kill things just by being there.