Quotes About Solitude

I've always been the kind of person who leaves parties early to catch the last bus home.

I didn't go to parties or anything like that.

I don't attend film parties; I am anti-social. I don't drink, also. Because I don't go out, I don't know what's happening gossip-wise.

From my childhood, I am like this. I never go parties and attend functions.

I've never been into parties, premieres or night-clubbing.

I don't go out and go to parties and do all of that.

I don't go to parties in general.

I don't even like parties.

I don't like to go out to parties or clubbing, and I kind of like my anonymity.

I really don't go to any parties.

So many writers live their whole lives in rooms. You can be too civilised in the environment you have around you, too oriented towards speaking engagements and literary festivals and dinner parties. That has no interest for me these days. You get to a point where you don't care anymore. At that point, you can start to write.

I'm very introverted. Easily a few days could go by where I would not really leave the house or talk to anybody other than my partner.

I'm a good acting partner for me... when I don't have anyone else, I do really well!

I have a song on my album called 'Distance' which I wrote in the pandemic all about not being to see my partner and having a sense of physical - and social - distance.

It's always better to leave the party early.

I was a loner; I was never the crazy party girl.

I was never really into partying.

I don't go out partying at all.

I don't go out partying.

Sometimes I think it would be nice to share everything I've got with somebody - and sometimes I think I'm very lucky to have the bathroom to myself. But I feel it would be nice to pass on my knowledge. Perhaps because I haven't got children - one wants to educate somebody.

I don't like going to cities. I don't mind maybe being in a city sometimes for a few hours, but I pretty much don't like cities. I don't even like passing through them.

In the midst of a thousand clouds and countless waters there is an idle person. By day, he roams the green mountains, at night, he returns to sleep beneath the cliff. Quickly, the seasons pass in serenity, with no worldly bonds. How joyful! What does he depend upon? Quiet, like a large autumn river.

One day a Japanese guard came into the 20-year-old Moitessier's cell intending to kill him. He raised his pistol, but they locked eyes until, inexplicably, the guard lowered the pistol and walked away. Now, years later, tenderized by solitude, Moitessier wished he had spared the rat.

and male company in Mireille's neurasthenic