Quotes About Solitude

He has the self-conscious look of someone drinking alone who is trying not to appear self-conscious.

and that leaves me. And that leaves you.

I walk reciting every quiet word I know...

The man is a cabin, poorly kept.

From his earliest years, Alfred Hitchcock was a loner and a watcher, an observer rather than a participant. "I don't remember ever having a playmate," he recalled as an adult. At family gatherings: "I would sit quietly in a corner, saying nothing. I looked and observed a great deal. I've always been that way and still am. I was anything but expansive. I was a loner—can't even remember having had a playmate. I played by myself, inventing my own games.

It is a joy to be hidden but disaster not to be found.

The ancient path is the path of quiet. So turn off the noise. Turn off all the electronic devices. Yes. All of them. Even turn off the music. Turn off your own thoughts…harder than it sounds, by the way! But it gets easier with practice. Just be quiet for a season. Listen for that still, small voice. God has wonderful things to say to you and about you.

To really be centered and to really work well and to think about the kinds of things that I need to think about, I need to spend large amounts of time alone.

Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world.

A book can be an escape from the house.

And I saw it didn't matter who had loved me or who I loved. I was alone. The black oily asphalt, the slick beauty of the Iranian attendant, the thickening clouds—nothing was mine. And I understood finally, after a semester of philosophy, a thousand books of poetry, after death and childbirth and the startled cries of men who called out my name as they entered me, I finally believed I was alone, felt it in my actual, visceral heart, heard it echo like a thin bell.

I want to stay on the back porch while the world tilts toward sleep, until what I love misses me, and calls me in.

The reason that extended solitude seemed so hard to endure was not that we missed others but that we began to wonder if we ourselves were present, because for so long our existence depended upon assurances from them.

Loneliness, she thought, was craving for other people's company. But she did not know that loneliness can be an unnoticed cramping of the spirit for lack of companionship.

How Michelle spent her spare time was anybody's guess. Mostly she appeared to be marinating in a mood. "Got

That's what I wanted for myself for even just a little while-to be unaware of the rest of the world. I needed some time.

He walked on, quiet as the fog.

A man couldn't live alone; he needed friends. He needed a woman, a real woman. Like Brub and Sylvia. Like that stupid Cary had that stupid Maude. Better than being alone.

There's nothing hard about it. But I get praised for the hardest of things I do, and I do some of the hardest of things. Things like waking up in the morning and going to sleep at night, all alone except for when I'm with someone; and it's getting harder and harder.

But it can give me a turn, that face, any time I happen to catch it in a mirror; most particularly at times like this when I'm alone and have to admit it's really mine because there's no one else to accuse.

She looked at Farrell because there was nothing else to look at.

I was passionate. I found something that I loved. I could be all alone in a big old skating rink and nobody could get near me and I didn't have to talk to anybody because of my shyness. It was great. I was in my fantasy world.

Preciso desta calma, preciso do nada no caos de tudo.

It was awful to have no one belonging to you, and to belong to no one.