Quotes About Solitude

In the mornings he would walk…. At the start of a walk, alone or moving, the sun at his back or cold rain down his collar, he was more himself than under any other circumstance, until he had walked so far he was not himself, not a self, but joined to the world. Invisibly joined. Had a religion been founded on this, purely this, he would have converted….. Proof of God? Proof was in the world, and the way you visited the world was on foot…. Your walking was a devotion.

All she really wanted was to go to her apartment, to her bedroom, to the back of her walk-in closet, to sit among the shoes.

Everyone knows that it's noble to go to museums unaccompanied. Look at us solitary exhibition gawkers: We pause to read the captions, we wander the rooms at a thoughtful speed, we think things, and therefore we're allowed to drink early and often.

Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.

But the past couple of days I've missed you so much it's felt like missing you is all I am.

After a couple of days of complete hell , rest is at the top of the agenda. As he fades away to an overdue peacefulness, he misses her .

I love books. I love that moment when you can open one and sink into it. You can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting than yours will ever be.

But the moral of the tale is that the real way to see New Mexico is simply to go off on a horse, and then on and on, rejoicing that nobody knows or cares whether you ever come back, taking adventure and beauty and night's lodging as they come.

Grief is such a—oh, it is such a solitary thing; this is the terror of it, I think. It is like sliding down the outside of a really long glass building while nobody sees you.

A lot of people don't have families. . . . . But they still have homes.

And I also understood: Grief is a private thing. God, is it a private thing.

We're two lonely people having supper." "Exactly." said Bunny. "That's a date.

Olive can understand why Chris has never bothered having many friends. He is like her that way, can't stand the blah-blah-blah.

Não gostava de estar sozinha. Mas gostava ainda menos de estar com gente.

We are alone in these things that we suffer.

Olive can understand why Chris has never bothered having many friends. He is like her that way, can't stand the blah-blah-blah. And they'd just as soon blah-blah-blah about you when your back is turned.

William had felt alone in the world. And now he had a sister. Inside myself I wept. From happiness and sadness both.

The privacy of sorrow.

Isabelle, at different places and moments in the years to come, would sometimes be surrounded by silence and find in herself only the repeated word "Amy." "Amy, Amy"—for this was it, her heart's call, her prayer. "Amy," she would think, "Amy," remembering this day's chilly, golden air.

My whole childhood was a lockdown. I never saw anyone or went anywhere.

He had felt the presence of God since, at times, as though a golden color was very near to him, but he never again felt visited by God as he had felt that night, and he knew too well what people would make of it, and this is why he would keep it to himself until his dying day—the sign from God.

Siempre estamos solos. Nacemos solos. Morimos solos. ¿Qué más da?

grief is a solitary matter.

This is because my husband had died a year earlier; also I am often despondent at the end of a book tour, and this had been made worse because I no longer had David to call from the road. That was the hardest part of the tour for me: not having David to speak to each day.