Quotes About Solitude

It's lonely? Sure, it's lonely. That's what you asked for, didn't you? After all, if you hadn't been too superior for the gang, you wouldn't be here. And think how much more distinguished it is to be on your own, or with one or two individualists like yourself, than to be an ordinary gregarious animal going about with the herd.

When one by one our ties are torn, And friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, Oh! then how sweet it is to die!

Society than solitude is worse And man to man is still the greatest curse.

The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.

Men don't even ask me out. I can't remember the last time I was asked out on a date, and I'm talking years here. I spend my life more and more alone.

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

Loneliness sends you into your body instead of your brain.

Remote and oblivious and lost in contemplation.

Soon, I'll be alone in a quiet room where, for the rest of my life, I can float farther and farther out into the world; while my student, charging off the end of every map, falls deeper and deeper into the well of himself. 'Never be afraid to enter an argument you can't immediately see yourself out of.' Can anyone tell me what a tragedy is?

She's magic, Cassandra. A single flower blooming in an endless desert.

Arroo!" I am here. "Arroo!" I am here. I am here. I am here. Alone.

It's well these women must be blabbing. If they haven't a friend to talk to, they must whisper their secrets to the fishes, or write them on the sand or something;

Small, red, and upright he waited, gripping his new bookbag tight in one hand and touching a lucky penny inside his coat pocket with the other, while the first snows of winter floated down on his eyelashes and covered the branches around him and silenced all trace of the world.

at the bottom of the ocean is a layer of water that has never moved…

Those nights lying alone are not discontinuous with this cold hectic dawn. It is who I am.

I walk and walk with cold hands. Back at the house it is filled with longing, nothing to carry longing away. I look back over my life. I try to find analogies. There are none. I have longed for people before, I have loved people before. Not like this. It was not this.

There is a loneliness that fills the plain. Total. Lunar.

Who knows what will happen if I'm alone with my grief.

Geryon closed his eyes and listened to engines vibrating deep in the moon-splashed canals of his brain.

no interaction with another person ever brought her a bolt of pure aliveness like entering the water on a still morning with the world empty in every direction to the sky.

Proust Sonras? denen çöle bir kez ad?m at?nca, bu türden listeler yapmak bulabileceÄŸiniz en büyük eÄŸlenceler aras?nda.

But if one says: I cannot come because it is my hour to be alone, one is considered rude, egotistical or strange. What a commentary on our civilization, when being alone is considered suspect; when one has to apologize for it, make excuses, hide the fact that one practices it—like a secret vice.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quiet, alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.

My tears brought no sense of release or relief. Their flight felt like the lightest, coldest touch of a departing lover.