Quotes About Solitude

At first I was given centuries to wait in caves, in leather tents, knowing you would never come back

Waiting is also a place: it is wherever you wait. For me it's this room. I am a blank, here, between parentheses. Between other people The knock comes at my door. Cora, with the tray.

This is one of the things I wasn't prepared for—the amount of unfilled time, the long parentheses of nothing.

After the wolvogs have gone he lies on his back on the platform, gazing up at the stars through the gently moving leaves. They seem close, the stars, but they're far away. Their light is millions, billions of years out of date. Messages with no sender.

Are you an evening bird Watching the moon Singing Alone, Alone, Singing Dead Too Soon?

he often talked to himself and he was the best conversationalist he knew; [...]

Me estiro, pues, dentro de la habitación, bajo el ojo de escayola del techo, detrás de las cortinas blancas, entre las sábanas, y me deslizo dentro de mi propio tiempo, abandonando el ritmo que nos marcan. Aunque esto también forma parte del ritmo, y yo no estoy fuera de él.

Sorprende comprobar con que rapidez se pierde la entereza en ausencia de otras personas.

I don't want to be left by myself in this room. The walls are too empty, there are no pictures on them nor curtains on the little high-up window, nothing to look at and so you look at the wall, and after you do that for a time, there are pictures on it after all, and red flowers growing.

Each guest had retired, as an animal retires with a bone to the back of its cage, to chew over some single obsession.

It was not often that she was alone like this and she did not like it. When she was alone she had to think and, these days, thoughts were not so pleasant.

All she wanted was a breathing space in which to hurt.

Then you've made the only choice. But there's a penalty attached, as there is to most things you want. It's loneliness.

To me, a wilderness is where the flow of wildness is essentially uninterrupted by technology; without wilderness the world is a cage.

I am not a big technology person. I don't go on the Internet really much at all. Drawing is like a zen thing; it's private, which in this day and age is harder to come by.

Technology promises to let us do anything from anywhere with anyone. But it also drains us as we try to do everything everywhere. In a surprising twist, relentless connection leads to a new solitude.

I enjoy privacy. I think it's nice to have a little mystery. I think because of technology a lot of the mystery is gone in life, and I'd like to preserve some of that.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

Break the rushy - world of you by Prayer and thanksgiving.

Everytime the leaves are changing it's the loneliest time of the year

Within you there is a stillness and sanctuary to which you can retreat at any time and be yourself

I'm like the trunk of a cactus... I take in a dose of culture and time with friends, then I retreat and go live on it for awhile until I get thirsty again.

It is indeed a radical act of love just to sit down and be quiet for a time by yourself.

Life can't be all that bad,' i'd think from time to time. 'Whatever happens, i can always take a long walk along the Bosphorus.