Quotes About Solitude

The guy's alone and apart - that's the message.' 'Then perhaps it's what we all feel at times - the hell of alienation' 'Maybe, or what some of us see as the inevitable fall from grace,

Give me a room whose every nook is dedicated to a book.

On the ragged edge of the world I'll roam. And the home of the wolf will be my home.

The great source of terror in infancy is solitude. William James (1890)

I would wish it on no one to be me. Only I am capable of being myself. To know so much, to have seen so much, and To say nothing, just about nothing.

Often I walked in the neighboring forest of fir and pine, whose beauties, wonderful winter solitudes, seemed to protect me from the onset of despair. Ineffably kind voices spoke down to me from the trees: 'You must not come to the hard conclusion that everything in the world is hard, false, and wicked. But come often to us; the forest likes you. In its company you will find health and good spirits again, and entertain more lofty and beautiful thoughts.

I wanted to speak with someone, but found no time; sought some fixed point, but found none. In the midst of the unrelenting forward thrust I felt the wish to stand still. The muchness and the motion were too much and too fast. Everyone withdrew from everyone. There was a running, as of something liquefied, a constant going forth, as of evaporation. Everything was schematic, ghostlike, even myself.

His normal state was silence.

Talks With Ramana alone,

We are ultimately alone in that we are ultimately responsible for ourselves.

En Inglaterra, o en países puritanos, se entiende. Allí hace falta el sol, que es, sin duda algún, fuente natural de toda felicidad

Il futuro è nostro, per prepotenza di lavoro. Creeremo la nostra letteratura, non conversando continuamente di letteratura, ma scrivendo in orgogliosa solitudine libri che avranno la violenza di un gancio alla mandibola. Sì, un libro dopo l'altro, e "che gli eunuchi sbuffino pure".

Caminaba como antes por las calles, miraba los objetos que se exhiben en las vitrinas, y hasta me detenía sorprendido frente a ciertas ingeniosidades de la industria, mas la verdad es que estaba horriblemente solo.

Porque no habrá en la noche un camino abierto por el cual se pueda correr una eternidad alejándose de la tierra.

And I no longer ask for all the solitude in the world, but for time.

He dreamed that he and Elvira Campos lived together in a cabin in the mountains. The cabin didn't have electricity or running water or anything to remind them of civilization. The slept on bearskin, with a wolf skin over them. And sometimes Elvira Campos laughed, a ringing laugh, as she went running into the woods and he lost sight of her.

I possessed only a book, which I carried in my small backpack. Suddenly, while I was walking, the book began to burn. Dawn was breaking and almost no cars passed. While throwing the charred backpack in an irrigation ditch I felt my back sting as though I had wings.

There are silences made just for us.

No one knew what she was doing in Colonia Hidalgo, although it was most likely, according to the police, that she'd been taking a walk and had come upon death purely by chance.

I no longer ask for all the loneliness of love or the tranquility of love or for the mirrors.

He] turned his back on the window, not knowing why he had gone to it, not knowing what he hoped to see, and just at that moment, when there was no one at the window any more and only a little lamp of colored glass at the back of the room flickering, it appeared.

He turned his face into the stream of water and closed his eyes. I'm not as sad as I'd have thought, he told himself. This is all unreal, he said to himself.

Right now you can cry and let your image dissolve on the windshields of cars parked along the Boardwalk. But you can't lose yourself.

Sometimes I get the sense that it's all "internal"... Maybe that's why I lived alone and did nothing for three years ... (The man hardly ever washed, he didn't need a typewriter, all he had to do was sit in that shabby armchair for things to flee of their own accord)