Quotes About Solitude

I must down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sail's shaking,And a gray mist on the sea's face and a gray dawn breaking.

Tore up my heart and shut it down. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. A simple little kind of free. Nothing to do, no one but me, and that's all I need. I'm perfectly lonely.

My life feels good—and better all the time—but as good as it gets, sometimes it's hard to forget those tremendous victories…. That's when I have to remind myself that I really had no one to share those victories with. That's when I remember how cold the top of the mountain was.

Without the book business it would be difficult or impossible for true books to find their true readers and without that solitary (and potentially subversive) alone with a book the whole razzmatazz of prizes, banquets, television spectaculars, bestseller lists, even literature courses, editors and authors, are all worthless. Unless a book finds lovers among those solitary readers, it will not live . . . or live for long.

When deep August arrives, a certain melancholy sets in, the kind people get on a Sunday afternoon.

Also, she doesn't want to hear anyone else's inspiring story about a sister-in-law who went through exactly the same thing and is now running ultramarathons. Celeste doesn't mean to be ungenerous in her thoughts, but she has come to the chilling conclusion that we are all alone in our bodies. Irrefutably, immutably alone. And hence, no one's story offers hope.

She yearned to be left alone with her interior life rather than to explain it.

she has come to the chilling conclusion that we are all alone in our bodies.

But the road was still sunny, the gulls cried out. Neil was gone, and for a second, Jem felt something he thought might be peace.

nothing took precedence over reading; it was considered the holiest activity a person could engage in.

but she has come to the chilling conclusion that we are all alone in our bodies. Irrefutably, immutably alone.

days in the dark by myself. We're engaged

an education makes you good company for yourself!)

If you would keep your soulFrom spotted sight or sound,Live like the velvet mole;Go burrow underground.And there hold intercourseWith roots of trees and stones,With rivers at their source,And disembodied bones.

I was, being human, born alone; I am, being woman, hard beset; I live by squeezing from a stone The little nourishment I get.

Avoid the reeking herd, Shun the polluted flock, Live like that stoic bird, The eagle of the rock.

I communed with myself, after the manner of prodigals, and said: "How much better that I were down in Denver, even at Mrs. Coney's, digging with a skewer into the corners seeking dirt which might be there, yea, even eating codfish, than that I should perish on this desert—of imagination." So I turned the current of my imagination and fancied that I was at home before the fireplace, and that the backlog was about to roll down.

Io a volte non so, quando quest'uomo è solo - chiuso al buio in una stanza, steso su un letto, uomo al mondo lui solo - io quasi non so s'io non sono, invece del suo scrittore, lui stesso.

I tell them that the only peace you find up on a mountain is the peace you bring with you.

Prof stood apart from his family.

It was given to Abba Anthony to see a doctor in Alexandria who was simply and humbly doing what God had given him to do. His inner being stood in the presence of the Lord as he worked and prayed. According to the literature of the desert, this is the goal of our life in this world as it is set out for all Christians, a goal that the solitary monk tried to attain through his special vocation.

There is no need to go to India or anywhere else to find peace. You will find that deep place of silence right in your room, your garden or even your bathtub.

Everyone is silent.

You will certainly remember, that the south-west wing is rather distant from that part of the body of the castle where most of the family inhabit. You know too that my rooms open into a long gallery; but you never explored this gallery. My hours with you were rich in pleasure and variety; and I thought not then of the solitary haunts to which I fly, when I seek amusement and find none.