Quotes About Solitude

We penetrated deeper and deeper into the heart of darkness. It was very quiet there.

I looked at him as you peer down at a man who is lying at the bottom of a precipice where the sun never shines.

Not the faintest sound of any kind could be heard. You looked on amazed, and began to suspect yourself of being deaf—then the night came suddenly, and struck you blind as well.

Formerly, in solitude and in silence, he had been used to think clearly and sometimes even profoundly, seeing life outside the flattering optical delusion of everlasting hope, of conventional self-deceptions, of an ever-expected happiness.

chief of the Inner Station,' he answered in a short tone, looking away. 'Much obliged,' I said, laughing. 'And you are the brickmaker of the Central Station. Everyone knows that.' He was silent for a while.

how can you imagine what particular region of the first ages a man's untrammelled feet may take him into by the way of solitude--utter solitude without a policeman--by the way of silence--utter silence, where no warning voice of a kind neighbour can be heard whispering of public opinion? These little things make all the great difference. When they are gone you must fall back upon your own innate strength, upon your own capacity for faithfulness

No, it's impossible. It's impossible to tell anyone what it feels like to be you. It's impossible. We live the same way that we dream—alone

The solitude of the sea intensifies the thoughts and the facts of one's experience which seems to lie at the very centre of the world, as the ship which carries one always remains the centre figure of the round horizon.

A half-naked, betel-chewing pessimist stood upon the bank of the tropical river, on the edge of the still and immense forests; a man angry, powerless, empty-handed, with a cry of bitter discontent ready on his lips; a cry that, had it come out, would have rung through the virgin solitudes of the woods as true, as great, as profound, as any philosophical shriek that ever came from the depths of an easy chair to disturb the impure wilderness of chimneys and roofs.

We live as we dream--alone...." ? Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness and the Congo Diary

brooding over the upper reaches, became

We stopped, and the silence driven away by the stamping of our feet flowed back again from the recesses of the

Vivimos igual que soñamos: solos.

And to a place I come where nothing shines.

I think it had whispered to him things about himself which he did not know, things of which he had no conception till he took council with this great solitude - and the whisper has proved irresistibly fascinating.

We live as we dream - alone

Du calme, du calme, adieu.

I was cut off from the world. There was no one to confuse or torment me, and I was forced to become original.

There was no one near to confuse me, so I was forced to become original.

I was put off from the world---so I was forced to become original.

Let's take a drive into the middle of nowhere with a packet of Marlboro lights and talk about our lives.

But how can one be warm alone?

Mi problema con la soledad es que la compañía de otros nunca ha sido una cura para ella.

The problem with the loneliness I suffer is that the company of others has never been a cure for it. Being at war, however, always has been.