Quotes About Solitude

I am excused, I think, for wondering if I am the only one alive this afternoon with no other living soul who wants to cling to me, no other soul who'll let me dampen her. The day has ended and the light has snuffed. I'm left to trudge into the final evening with nobody to loop their soaking hands through mine.

We only meet the God within our true selves through suffering. We seek the wilderness because in this solitude we can hear ourselves more clearly.

I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bred by cities.… It is enough that I am surrounded by beauty." Ruess scaled remote canyons,

the Sierra, a region so quiet and pristine that we have the sense of being the first human beings ever to set foot in it. We fall silent ourselves in its midst, as if conversation in a place of such primaevl solitude would be like talking in church.

Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.

The world that used to nurse us now keeps shouting inane instructions. That's why I ran to the woods.

Things look different from the seat of a bike carrying a sleeping bag with a cold beer tucked inside.

At home i let myself in and stopped, as if there was nothing for me to do and nowhere for me to go in the face of the pictures in my head.

loneliness as solitude with self-pity thrown in.

The darkness and myself. Everything else was gone. And the little that was left of me was going, faster and faster.

Testing oneself is best when done alone.

Why can't everybody leave everybody else the hell alone.

my life is enough to depress the entire universe but I'm the only one living it

I've traveled far and wide, always alone, so therefore I've never been in Cahoots.

It feels weird right at this moment to not be anybody's sidekick. Hard to explain, but when I look at the moon, it seems like it's paying attention to me, instead of me paying attention to it. It's way up there now. Hi, moon, I say silently to it. Yes, I'm high, it says back. The moon has a sense of humor.

I do what I always do. I go outside to get some air. Seems like I'm always trying to get some air.

I nod to say good-bye, and I almost believe she's nodding back at me. But she's not. It's me nodding. Me nodding to her, and to myself. When I stand, I see the shape of my legs reflected in the stone. I step backward. Backward. Backward until I can't see my image there anymore. Then I turn and walk away.

Being left alone - and I am being left alone - isn't quite as much what I wanted as I thought. Is this how people become evil? I don't want to be.

Longe dos outros, deixado num extremo, no canto mais escuro e esquerdo do telheiro, Sete-de-Ouros estava. Só e sério. Sem desperdício, sem desnorteio, cumpridor de obrigação, aproveitava para encher, mais um trecho, a infinda linguiça da vida.

O senhor sabe o que o silêncio é? É a gente mesmo, demais.

O pobre sozinho, sem um cavalo, fica no seu, permanece, feito numa crôa ou ilha, em sua beira de vereda. Homem a pé, esses Gerais comem.

Desespero quieto às vezes é o melhor remédio que há.

Vossignoria sa cosa è il silenzio? Siamo noi stessi, in eccesso.

Vim. Diadorim nada não me disse. A poeira das estradas pegava pesada de orvalho.