Quotes About Solitude

Time with yourself, with your family, and with your God may prove to be the ultimate saving.

It's important to make time for yourself.

Spend some amount of time alone everyday.

I had a lot of alone time with no brothers or sisters running around, or anything. I would just sit and imagine things, all the time.

Spending a lot of time alone, gave me a lot of time to think. A lot of time to think gave me the time to write songs.

I get very anti-social, depressed and irritable with people. I don't have time for them. I can't make phone calls and stuff. I just sit on my own for days.

In sound's absence, silence echoes.

There is something suicidal in a writer's solitude. One is alone even in one's own solitude. Always inconceivable. Always dangerous. Yes. The price one pays for having dared go out and scream.

Je pense souvent à cette image que je suis seule à voir encore et dont je n'ai jamais parlé. Elle est toujours là dans le même silence,émerveillante. C'est entre toutes celle qui me plaît de moi-même, celle où je me reconnais, où je m'enchante.

Finally he hears something: he thinks it is the ebb and flow of the sea, the water crashing back into the abyss of salt.

The person who writes books must always be enveloped by a separation from others.

Oh, one is not always alone you know. I mean so alone that one might go mad. No, there are boats and trains full of people to watch and observe and then, if one ever feels one is really going mad, there is always something to be done about it.

Il ne cherche pas à savoir où la rejoindre. Il ne pense pas à la rejoindre. Il veut rester seul pour savoir, pour penser à elle, l'aimer.   Ils

MôÌ£t cu?n sách m? ra, Ä'ó c?ng laÌ€ Ä'êm t?i...

All around her are wildernesses, wastes.

Má»™t cu?n sách m? ra, Ä'ó cÅ©ng là Ä'êm t?i...

they go along together without any sign of impatience, in the way they are alone in a crowd, without happiness, it seems, without sadness, without curiosity, going along without seeming to, without meaning to just going this way rather than that, alone in the crowd, never alone even by themselves, always alone even in the crowd.

Caminhais em direcção da solidão. Eu, não, eu tenho os livros

it is in a house that one is alone. not outside it, but inside. outside, in the garden, there are birds and cats. and also, once, a squirrel, and a ferret. one isn't alone in a garden. but inside the house, one is so alone that one can lose one's bearings.

De nacht. Schrijven is de nacht.

La historia de mi vida no existe. Eso no existe. Nunca hay centro. Ni camino, ni línea. Hay bastos pasajes donde se insinúa que alguien hubo, no es cierto, no hubo nadie.

One does not find solitude, one creates it. Solitude is created alone. I have created it. Because I decided that here was where I should be alone, that I would be alone to write books. It happened this way. I was alone in this house. I shut myself in—of course, I was afraid. And then I began to love it.

Estoy inmersa en una tristeza que ya esperaba y que solo procede de mí. Que siempre he sido triste [...] Que hoy esa tristeza, aún reconociendo que se trata de la misma que siempre he sentido, se me parece tanto que casi podría darle mi nombre

Loneliness does not arise so much from something lost as from a longing for something well remembered. Isolation cares nothing for memory.