Quotes About Solitude

Then having broken my long fast on a cup of tea and a little thin bread and butter, I sat down beside the small, smouldering fire, and amused myself with a hearty fit of crying.

I am not alone, you see;—and those whose time is fully occupied seldom complain of solitude.

But that word refuge disturbed me.  Had their unkindness then really driven her to seek for peace in solitude? 'Why have they left you alone?' I asked. 'It is I who have left them,' was the smiling rejoinder.  'I was wearied to death with small talk—nothing wears me out like that.  I cannot imagine how they can go on as they do.' I could not help smiling at the serious depth of her wonderment.

I am not sure the loneliness of the place was not one of its chief recommendations. I take no pleasure in watching people pass the windows; and I like to be quiet.' 'Oh! as good as to say you wish we would all of us mind our own business, and let you alone.' 'No, I dislike an extensive acquaintance; but if I have a few friends, of course I am glad to see them occasionally. No one can be happy in eternal solitude.

I have retired to the library, for I am very unhappy, and I want to be alone.

Yes Edward Weston, I could indeed be happy in a house full of enemies, if I had but one friend, who truly, deeply, and faithfully loved me and if that friend were you - though we might be far apart... seldom to hear from each other, still more seldom to meet... though toil, and trouble, and vexation might surround me, still... it would be too much happiness for me to dream of!

What business had I to think so much of one that never thought of me? Was it not foolish? was it not wrong? Yet, if I found such deep delight in thinking of him, and if I kept those thoughts to myself, and troubled no one else with them, where was the harm of it?

This, at least, is the hope that I cherish, the fancy that lights me on my lonely way.

My soul is sick of solitude.

but not finding it equally suitable to my taste, I presently fell back, and began to botanise and entomologise along the green banks and budding hedges, till the company was considerably in advance of me, and I could hear the sweet song of the happy lark; then my spirit of misanthropy began to melt away beneath the soft, pure air and genial sunshine; but sad thoughts of early childhood, and yearnings for departed joys, or for a brighter future lot, arose instead.

It must be a great consolation to you to have a home, Miss Grey," observed my companion after a short pause: "however remote, or however seldom visited, still it is something to look to.

I have no place left to live but in my own heart.

My interest is a lonely one. I cannot trot it out at cocktail parties. I feel sometimes as if I have spent a large part of my life learning a dead language that no one I know can speak.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?

I get cross, then sad, and finally end up turning my heart inside out, and keep trying to find a way to become what I'd like to be and what I could be if....if only there were no other people in the world.

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

Ordinary people don't know how much books can mean to someone who's cooped up.

He clings to his solitude, to his affected indifference and his grown-up ways, but it's just an act, so as never, never to show his real feelings.

The best remedy for those who are frightened, lovely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature's beauty and simplicity.

Leave me alone, let me have at least one night when I don't cry myself to sleep with eyes burning and my head pounding. Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world!

I have an intense need to be alone. Father has noticed I'm not my usual self, but I can't tell him what's bothering me. All I want to do is scream 'let me be, leave me alone!