Quotes About Solitude

If you are afraid of loneliness, don't marry.

I am now and have always been a stranger to the realm of practical matters.

There are no small number of people in this world who, solitary by nature, always try to go back into their shell like a hermit crab or a snail.

People who live alone always have something on their minds that they would willingly share.

If you are afraid of loneliness, do not marry.

One discourse celebrates detachment with the image of a rhinoceros: 'One whose mind is enmeshed in sympathy for friends and companions, neglects the true goal. Seeing this danger in intimacy, wander alone like a rhinoceros. … As a deer in the wilds, unfettered, goes for forage wherever it wants: the wise person, valuing freedom, wanders alone like a rhinoceros.

They saw him walk away, leave a world he'd never really been part of. They saw him pull his hat down low and get onto his bike. He forgot the Walkman's earplugs. Maybe, Anna thought, he didn't need them anymore; maybe the white noise had finally made it into his head.

The white noise from the old Walkman enveloped them both; like a blanket of new snow, it draped itself over them, shutting out all the curious looks. And the world under the blanket was - surprisingly, wonderfully - absolutely, quiet.

I myself am an absolute abyss.

I get caught up in my bubble of reading, writing, or music.

Estoy entrgado a la nada. I am delivered up to nothingness.

Somos islas errantes. Solitarios que corren juntos sin saber adónde

Tardes en que está cerca el mar y se oye la voz que dice: "ven".

Huye de la ciudad. ¡El tedio urbano! — ¡carne triste y espíritu villano!—.

Quiso el poeta recordar a solas, las ondas bien amadas, la luz de los cabellos que él llamaba en sus rimas rubias olas. Leyó... la letra mata: no se acordaba de ellos... Y un día -como tantos-, al aspirar un día aromas de una rosa que en el rosal se abría, brotó como una llama la luz de los cabellos que él en sus madrigales llamaba rubias olas, brotó, porque un aroma igual tuvieron ellos... Y se alejó en silencio para llorar a solas.

Un libro es una madriguera para no ser visto y una isla desierta en la que encontrarse a salvo y también un vehículo de huida.

You can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of.

When I do not walk in the clouds I walk as though I were lost.

Sometimes at night I light a lamp so as not to see.

The cold is a good counselor, but it is cold.

When the superficial wearies me, it wearies me so much that I need an abyss in order to rest.

I have come one step away from everything. And here I stay, far from everything, one step away.

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

I would go to heaven, but I would take my hell; I would not go alone