Quotes About Solitude

No pudieron vencer a mis dolores las noches, ni dar paz a mis enojos...

Le complacía la paz conseguida cada vez que cerraba la portezuela de un taxi. Era lo más parecido a una tregua con el mundo exterior: todo en suspenso, al otro lado de la ventanilla, durante el trayecto. Apoyó la cabeza en el respaldo, encantado con la perspectiva.

En cuestión de afectos, la guerra era el país de los hombres solos.

En alta mar el aire era fresco, las heridas cicatrizaban antes, y el silencio se tornaba lo bastante intenso como para hacer soportables las preguntas sin respuesta y justificar los propios silencios.

Tal vez su propia soltería la hace inmune al desaliento: a olvidar sueños aún vivos en la ceniza, conservados en soledad y lecturas como pétalos secos entre páginas de un libro.

One is never alone with a book nearby, don't you agree? Every page reminds us of a day that has passed and makes us relive the emotions that filled it. Happy hours underlined in red pencil, dark ones in black...

She wore flowers in her hair and carried magic secrets in her eyes. She spoke to no one. She spent hours on the riverbank. She smoked cigarettes and had midnight swims...

I am completely a loner. In my head I want to feel I can be anywhere. There is a sort of recklessness that being a loner allows me.

They will stare. They will stand to the side and watch her be alone.

In solitude, the mind and body Are not troubled by distraction. Therefore leave this worldly life And totally abandon mental wandering.

Como la luna nueva, viviré en todas partes sin compañía.

Sometimes I need what only you can provide: your absence.

Houses could feel so different when you had them to yourself.

When I was working on Eye of the Beholder, I played a character who is so aloof that my whole lifestyle became very aloof. If someone knocked on my door, there was a part of me that went into a rage, because I wanted to be isolated and alone.

That was one of the things that always happened to me after long periods of solitary confinement: i would forget how to talk.

Once in a while you have to take a break and visit yourself.

I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel.

I'm an introvert... I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky.

I don't want to be alone, I want to be left alone.

I'm living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there's a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I am, air and sound and time and feeling are thick and dense.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I'm tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that's been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by abscence?

It's hard being left behind. (...) It's hard to be the one who stays.

It is significant, I sometimes think, that the facets of nature which quicken my pulse with that awareness of both life and death are inextricably associated with the loneliness of man's mote-like existence in the cosmos?and acceptance of man's essential solitude on earth, or by love, or both together, for they are only different aspects of the same face.

if you are afraid of loneliness, don't get married