Quotes About Solitude

Loneliness is a strange gift.

To have been accompanied on life's journey by the symbolic and monumental props of the gods has been a continuing and reassuring source of solitude. Such props quiet the inner voices that whisper about the inevitable end of life's drama.

One day, she ventured to the palace library and was delighted to find what good company books could be.

It is not mysterious to be home on a Saturday night, reading a novel in a pile of smelly golden retrievers.

It is better to be alone, she figures, than to be with someone who can't see who you are.

For a moment, the two of us were alone on the planet, with all the vastness of the sky and the future and the past spreading out around us.

This is the only time I will ever tell, I say to myself.

I was pure liquid loss, then, for an hour or two.

This solitude opressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.

Mr. Bebee had lost every one, and had consumed in solitude the tea-basket which he had brought up as a pleasant surprise.

Distance is inspiration's best hearting.

may came home with a smooth round stone as small as a world and as large as alone.

Still, he felt lonely and fell into the trap of pretending to prefer being alone, thus leading to further loneliness in a vicious circle of solitude that young men of a certain temperament build for themselves and then inhabit. But

I should have gone through life half awake if you'd had the decency to leave me alone. Awake intellectually, yes, and emotionally in a way; but here--" He pointed with his pipe stem to his heart; and both smiled. "Perhaps we woke up one another. I like to think that anyway.

He lived on, miserable and misunderstood, as before, and increasingly lonely. One cannot write those words too often: Maurice's loneliness: it increased.

He longed for smut, but heard little and contributed less, and his chief indecencies were solitary.

Though none of his difficulties had been solved, none were added, which is something. The hush continued. He was less troubled by carnal thoughts. He stood still in the darkness instead of groping about in it, as if this was the end for which body and soul had been so painfully prepared.

It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave. The kingdom of music is not the kingdom of this world; it will accept those whom breeding and intellect and culture have alike rejected.

This solitude oppressed her; she was accustomed to have her thoughts confirmed by others or, at all events, contradicted; it was too dreadful not to know whether she was thinking right or wrong.

I must get away, ever so far. I must know my own mind and where I want to go.

How glorious it was! The world of motor-cars and rural Deans receded inimitably. Water, sky, evergreens, a wind— these things not even the seasons can touch, and surely they lie beyond the intrusion of man?

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

Nothing ever happens to me," She reflected.

Alford was going to start this fast the same way he had started everything else, alone and uncertain