Quotes About Solitude

Loneliness is not a problem, it is a passion.

Books are good company. Nothing is more human than a book.

Lila would never tell anyone about that time. She knew it would sound very sad, and it wasn't, really.

For me writing has always felt like praying, even when I wasn't writing prayers as I was often enough. You feel that you are with someone.

For me writing has always felt like praying even when I wasn't writing prayers, as I was often enough. You felt that you are with someone

People don't understand that the hardest thing is actually doing something that is close to nothing. It demands all of you...there is no object to hide behind. It's just you.

We can become more perceptive, more in charge of our own reality, as loneliness makes life compelling. Vitally, loneliness assures us that our life is our own.

The man who plays alone never loses.' " Guiliano

Podía soportar la soledad y las humillaciones que conocía desde niño y sólo herían su espíritu: lo horrible era el encierro, esa gran soledad exterior que no elegía, que alguien le arrojaba encima como una camisa de fuerza.

Sólo la libertad le interesaba ahora para manejar su soledad a su capricho, llevarla a un cine, encerrarse con ella en cualquier parte.

Vive usted prácticamente como un monje, su casa es de una enorme austeridad, su dormitorio parece la celda de un trapense, realmente es de una sobriedad extraordinaria.

Solo la libertad le interesaba ahora para manejar su soledad a su capricho.

Y partió al alba, solo, como parten los héroes».

Since you left there's been a you-shaped space beside me, all the time. It never goes away.

Some people, every now and then, simply had to have One Too Many, go drifty voiced and slouch mouthed, swimming willfully around in their own sadness as if it were hot springs.

The store was empty, without a single customer or employee. It appeared in the Internet age, pianos, like physical books, were fast becoming culturally extinct. They'd probably stay that way unless Apple invented the iPiano, which fit inside your pocket and could be mastered via text message. With the iPiano, anyone can be an iMozart. Then, you could compose your own iRequiem for your own iFuneral attended by millions of your iFriends who iLoved you.

I think I've heard this story before. He died alone? Everyone dies alone.

There were no street signs along Benton Hollow Road, no house numbers, no streetlights, not even any lines—just my car's faded headlights, which didn't so much push back the advancing dark as nervously rummage through it.

The day I stood in front of the mirror and saw and loved my face and my hair for the first time in my life I was alone--completely utterly alone. We are always alone when we find the truth. The fact that we are alone makes the taste of affirmation no less sweet.

It was hard to overestimate the desire of a man living in isolation to talk.

And while to this day I cannot really tell you what took place on The Mountain of Manyone Paths, I understand still that in spite of so many climbing figures on so many paths, I was alone up there. Far worse than the petrified shadows and the falling notes, the multiplications upon multiplication of my own solitude brought me rapidly to the edge of despair, which is where, quite sensibly really, I finally found The Man With No Arms.

Even sad stories are company. And perhaps that's why you might read such a chronicle, to look into a companionable darkness that isn't yours.

companionship refused is worse than loneliness.

And I go out of Father's house and I walk down the street, and it is very quiet even thought it is the middle of the day and I can't hear any noise except birds singing and wind and sometimes buildings falling down in the distance, and if I stand very close to traffic lights I can hear a little click as the colors change.