Quotes About Solitude

Paradoxically (since people say: Work, amuse yourself, see friends) it's when we're busy, distracted, sought out, exteriorized, that we suffer most. Inwardness, calm, solitude makes us less miserable.

Like a kind of melancholy mirage, the other withdraws into infinity and I wear myself out trying to get there.

The most effectual means of being secure against pain is to retire within ourselves and to suffice for our own happiness.

He hoarded his money, worked incessantly, and retained a lonely air.

While this resulted largely from his aversion to publicity, it also stemmed from his residing in Cleveland.

He is very well and jolly by bits but sometimes I see he feels as lonely as I do

Reading felt like a daytime dream in a secret land. Nobody but I knew how to get there, and nobody but I owned that place.

I want to be alone. I don't want to be alone. My days pop like bubbles. There is no one to remember the things that have happened to me.

It helped a lonely man feel connected and isolated both at the same time.

We drove under a giant gray wing and headed out over open blacktop straight for a small white airplane standing alone. A corporate thing. A business jet. A Lear, or a Gulfstream, or whatever rich people buy these days. The paint winked in the sun. There was no writing on it, apart from a tail number. No name, no logo. Just white paint. Its engines were turning slowly, and its stairs were down.

There was nothing else in Carbone's six-by-eight cell. Nothing significant, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing explanatory. Nothing that revealed his history, his nature, his passions, or his interests. He had lived his life in secret, buttoned down, like his Saturday-night shirts.

Reacher killed the lights and squeezed back through the slit in the plastic. He crossed the empty

The door closed behind her and the room was suddenly quiet. It felt empty, with just a hint of her perfume to remind me she'd been there.

I had rambling on my mind.

empty place opposite with eyes too

Sherlock Homeless.

Sooner or later you ended up an orphan. There was no escaping it. It had happened that

The house was closed up and empty. Locked doors, shaded windows, no broken glass. No burglars, no squatters. No feral Rose Sanderson, going to earth in a place she remembered.

name. "Jack Reacher

sat alone until Peterson stuck his head in the hallway and called for him. He took the borrowed Highway Patrol

Then a slow mile later such places started thinning out, in favor of vacant lots and piney woods, and a sense of empty vastness ahead.

house. Out of sight, out of mind. That was the way he wanted it. He crossed the shoulder and leaned on his mailbox, watching

ABOUT JOE. Wednesday morning. He'd been dead

He knew from long experience that nobody would try to join him. Nobody ever did. He radiated subliminal stay away signals and sane people obeyed them