Quotes About Solitude

So it ever must be in the conflicting scenes of life, in the long, weary march, each one walks alone. We may have many friends, love, kindness, sympathy and charity, to smooth our pathway in everyday life, but in the tragedies and triumphs of human experience, each mortal stands alone.

a place she could go to and be alone,

This was the hour she loved; this lonely hour when the others were distant in sleep and she was alone in the house; when she could cry if she wanted to, or curse, or sit at her work and think or remember and no longer be anything but herself. There is a latitude to late night, when one's thoughts dare to travel, and the emotions are free, no longer frightened by confinement.

Tis a strange thing, that the only friends I have I found in the same way, lying flat in the meadows, crying as if their hearts would break.

Depression on my left, Loneliness on my right. They don't need to show me thier badges. I know these guys very well.

I love my friends and family, but I also love it when they can't find me and I can spend all day reading or walking all alone, in silence, eight thousand miles away from everyone. All alone and unreachable in a foreign country is one my most favorite possible things to be.

There are times when the only access I have to the truest person that I am is when I'm alone and trying to solve a sentence. It's exciting, even when it's frustrating, even when I can't do it right.

Perhaps faith is hard to come by when your're alone, Harriet," he said. "Until now I've been alone." "We're never alone," said Harriet. "That's the mistake so many make. There'd be less fear if folk knew how little alone they are.

He sat for a long time and thought to himself that he wished he knew how to pray, yet he knew, untaught, how by abandonment of himself to let the quietness take hold of him.

So this blessing of loneliness was not really loneliness. Real loneliness was something unendurable. What one wanted when exhausted by the noise and impact of physical bodies was not no people but disembodied people; all those denizens of beloved books who could be taken to one's heart and put away again, in silence, and with no hurt feelings.

Never again, she vowed, would she live a noisy life that killed her dreams. They were her reason for living, the only thing that she had to give to the world, and she must live in the way that suited them best.

I think all writing is profoundly unmarried.

You stand next to the sea and you're in touch with all your longings and all your losses.

I usually describe my father as a man given to impenetrable solitude. If I turn the phrase I can apply it to Johnny. Impenetrable happiness. For a long time I couldn't enter his life because his happiness, or appearance of happiness - his unending smiles - locked the door. An ingenious strategy, to surround the thorns with a castle.

This is the way of long and empty roads: nearly forgotten things surface and singing voices improve.

You never realise what loneliness is until it creeps up on you - like a disease, it is, something that happens to you gradually.

I think best in a hot bath, with my head tilted back and my feet up high.

Ganz allgemein sind mir Bücher inzwischen lieber als Menschen und Menschen in Büchern lieber als Menschen, die woanders sind.

Alone, without the looking-glass of another person's presence, the mirrors of the imagination sometimes effect cunning distortions. By

We all struggle alone through the ten thousand joys and ten thousand sorrows of our lives.

Perhaps, in a world too full of people, she was the one too many.

He can't really love anyone, you know, and in the end such people are always alone, no matter how much other people once loved them.

She lay there all the day, falling out of her deep sleep into a hurt dream now and then but gathering back into nothingness and numbness in the end.

Single people eat sadly--they cobble together things left from shopping trips based on dreams of all the meals they'd fix for themselves, all the ways they'd treat themselves to something grand; those dreams, for me, died by the next day and, despite my best hopes, I wanted only canned hash and apples.