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Quotes About Solitude

A lonesome town, though. He who had grown up alone had lately learned to avoid solitude. During the past several months he had been careful, when he had no engagement for the evening, to hurry to one of his clubs and find someone. Oh there was a loneliness here--
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
He saw Kathleen sitting in the middle of a long white table alone.Immediately things changed. As he walked toward her the people shrank back against the walls till they were only murals; the white table lengthened and became an altar where the priestess sat alone. Vitality welled up in him and he could have stood a long time across the table from her, looking and smiling.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Flushed with his impassioned gibberish, he saw himself standing alone on the last barrier of civilization.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
But I didn't call to him for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and as far as I was from him I could have sworn he was trembling.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
They were both overwhelmed by the sudden flatness that comes over American travellers in quiet foreign places. No stimuli worked upon them, no voices called them from without, no fragments of their own thoughts came suddenly from the minds of others.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
En el crepúsculo encantado de la metrópolis a veces sentía una fascinante soledad, y la sentía en otros: pobres y jóvenes oficinistas que rondaban los escaparates hasta que llegaba la hora de su solitaria cena en un restaurante; jóvenes oficinistas al anochecer, desperdiciando los momentos más intensos de la noche y de la vida.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Please do not have a band, as I do not care for music.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
and I was alone again in the unquiet darkness.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
The careless violins and saxophones, the shrill rasping complaint of a child near by, the voice of the violet-hatted girl at the next table, all moved slowly out, receded, and fell away like shadowy reflections on the shining floor - and they two, it seemed to him, were alone and infinitely remote, quiet.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
I tried to go then, but they wouldn't hear it; perhaps my presence made them feel more satisfactorily alone.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Books mean more than people to me anyway.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
I thought it might sober me up to sit in a library.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
This isn't just an epigram – life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
A la vida se la observa mejor desde una sola ventana.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
But I didn't call to him, for he gave a sudden intimation that he was content to be alone - he stretched out his arms toward the dark water in a curious way, and, far as I was from him, I could have sworn he was trembling.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Mais comment faites-vous pour y vivre seul? — Je m'arrange pour qu'elle soit pleine de monde, jour et nuit. Pleine de gens intéressants. Qui font des choses intéressantes.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
as he lay in his house and didn't move or breathe or speak hour upon hour it grew upon me that I was responsible, because no one else was interested - interested, I mean, with that intense personal interest to which every one has some vague right at the end.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
Solo son cenizas flotando
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
J'ai voulu les quitter, mais ils ont refusé de me laisser partir — ma présence leur semblait sans doute plus rassurante qu'une complète solitude.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
epigram—life is much more successfully looked at from a single window, after all.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
So I walked away and left him standing there in the moonlight—watching over nothing.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
being alone with each other in the dark universe, nourished by its only good, warmed by its only lights.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the trees and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life. The silhouette of a moving cat wavered across the moonlight, and, turning my head to watch it, I saw that I was not alone—fifty feet away a figure had emerged from the shadow of my neighbour's mansion and was standing with his hands in his pockets regarding the silver pepper of the stars.
~ F. Scott Fitzgerald