Quotes About Solitude

The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.

Be good and you will be lonesome.

She bade solitude good-bye. Good-bye to no schedule but whim; good-bye to her life among no things but her own and each always in place; good-bye to no real meals, good-bye free thought. The whole fat flock of them flapped away. But what was solitude for if not to foster decency? Her solitude always held open house. when was the last time anyone needed her? She was eager to do it, whatever it was.

You quit your house and country, quit your ship, and quit your companions in the tent, saying, "I am just going outside and may be some time." The light on the far side of the blizzard lures you. You walk, and one day you enter the spread heart of silence, where lands dissolve and seas become vapor and ices sublime under unknown stars. This is the end of the Via Negativa, the lightless edge where the slopes of knowledge dwindle, and love for its own sake, lacking an object, begins.

Where is privacy, if not in the mind?

a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.

When I came home in the middle of the night I was tired; I longed for a tolerant giant, a person as big as a house, to hold me and rock me.

Every woman stayed alone in her house in those days, like a coin in a safe. Amy and I lived alone with our mother most of the day. Amy was three years younger than I. Mother and Amy and I went our separate ways in peace.

One day, I'll sit down with all my books around me, and just start reading.

It's a long silence but far from empty.

It's more like... It keeps the world out so I can be in my own thoughts.

There's something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.

But where I itty now, O my brothers, is all on my oddy knocky, where you cannot go. Tomorrow is all like sweet flowers and the turning vonny earth and the stars and the old Luna up there. ... And all that cal.

I must give up seeing people, I told myself.

ÖzgürlüÄŸü günlerimden artakalan bir gölgeydim sadece.

t's so lonely when you don't even know yourself.. it's so lonely.

Life is full of internal dramas, instantaneous and sensational, played to an audience of one.

Rest and quiet are the comforts of those who have been content to remain in obscurity.

What on earth could be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee?

he was doing nothing, thinking of nothing, looking at nothing; he was merely suffering.

He wouldn't know what to do with himself. He hates a house full of people. And

Whether or no a man should have his own private pleasures, I will not now say; but it never can be worth his while to keep his sorrows private.

There are times in one's, life in which the absence of all savour seems to be sufficient for life in this world. Were

CHAPTER XI FROM IMPINGTON GORSE