Quotes About Solitude

She gave her husband such a night of sexual pleasure that his eyes followed her constantly after that, narrow and hot. He grew molten when she passed near other men, and at night they made their own shaking tent. They got teased too much and moved farther off, into the brush, into the nesting ground of shy and holy loons. There, no one could hear them. In solitude they made love until they became gaunt and hungry, pale windigos with aching eyes, tongues of flame.

They stood inside their own quiet like a pocket.

He craved a privacy impossible for the world's most famous banker.

seemed quite content to sit in silence sometimes and not try to entertain each other.

confined to an upstairs room much of the time.

It was his own Walden, a place where "fine views invest the soul and where we can live simply and quietly.

Even as he scared people away, he was a lonely man

If anything, he craved seclusion.

while he was always surrounded by people, Rockefeller had few, if any, real friends and was isolated by his wealth.

Then it became clear that it was a song, the loneliest sort of song because the notes changed so little, like one bird calling and waiting for another to answer. It was as lonely a sound as she'd ever heard.

An over-sensitive person in the country is always a strain.

He will go to sea, where there are no emperor, no wars.

Volvieron a quedarse en silencio, pero era un silencio lleno de compañía.

como ha dejado claro Virginia Woolf, cuando sufres un trastorno mental, lo primero que te es arrebatado es la palabra. Y con esto llegamos al núcleo abrasador de lo que llamamos locura. Estar loco es, sobre todo, estar solo. Pero estoy hablando de una soledad descomunal, de algo que no se parece en absoluto a lo que entendemos cuando decimos la palabra soledad.

Ir en contra de la corriente general es algo sumamente incómodo. Puede que la mayoría de las miserias morales e intelectuales se cometan por eso: por no contradecir las ideas de tus patronos, de tus vecinos, de tus amigos. Un pensamiento independiente es un lugar solitario y ventoso.

El silencio puede ser ensordecedor y la ausencia invasora.

Porque la característica esencial de lo que llamamos locura es la soledad, pero una soledad monumental. Una soledad tan grande que no cabe dentro de la palabra soledad y que uno no puede ni llegar a imaginar si no ha estado ahí. Es sentir que te has desconectado del mundo, que no te van a poder entender, que no tienes #Palabras para expresarte.

there is no greater solitude than the solitude experienced when one loves no one

Churches are so nice when they're empty. Like empty streets. You can see their shape.

Alone. She realized how much she had missed the luxury of solitude, and knew that its occasional comfort would always be essential to her. The pleasure of being on one's own was not so much spiritual as sensuous, like wearing silk, or swimming without a bathing suit on, or walking along a totally empty beach with the sun on your back. One was restored by solitude. Refreshed.

She supposed she missed him, but it was not easy to go on missing a person when life had been lived without him for so long, with the only contact his monthly letters, which were three weeks old when they arrived, and not very inspiring even then.

already upstairs in her

I am not in search of friends and confidences. I'm concentrating on being. I live each hour, one by one. My mind is quiet and still. I am no longer waiting for time to pass

And he understood that now, more than ever in his life, there was nothing and no one to cushion him from the hardness of the earth.