Quotes About Solitude

When did I realize I was God? Well, I was praying and I suddenly realized I was talking to myself.

I can't stand light. I hate weather. My idea of heaven is moving from one smoke-filled room to another.

I'm the most gregarious of men and love good company, but never less alone when alone.

Let me be to my sad self hereafter kind.

It's about the girl," she said. "She lived for four years in the forest, never in a house. Growing things, hiding, reading books. We'll go see her; she'll tell us things.

Each of us needs an opportunity to be alone and silent, or even, indeed, to find space in the day or in the week, just to reflect and to listen to the voice of God that speaks deep within us. . . . In fact, our search for God is only our response to his search for us. He knocks at our door, but for many people, their lives are too preoccupied for them to be able to hear. — Cardinal Basil Hume

Solitude is the practice of being absent from people and things to attend to God.

most of our human problems come because we don't know how to sit still in our room for an hour. — Leighton Ford

Let the person who cannot be alone beware of community. Let the person who is not in community beware of being alone."17

Detachment is the great secret of interior peace.

El que no sepa vivir en comunidad, que tenga cuidado con la soledad».

Aun en la soledad, debemos estar juntos, como una «comunidad de soledades».

As the wise, old Abbot Moses said when a brother came to him for a good word, "Go, sit in your cell [a monk's room], and your cell will teach you everything.

Oh, you monster!No one exists but you, do they? You and your music!

Es gibt mir das Gefühl, nicht allein zu sein, wenn ich nachts aufwache." "Du bist nicht allein." "Nein", sagte Agnes, "jetzt nicht.

Ich kannte kaum jemanden in der Stadt. Niemanden, um genau zu sein. Ein paarmal hatte ich mich verliebt in ein Gesicht, aber ich hatte gelernt, solchen Gefühlen auszuweichen, bevor sie zu einer Bedrohung wurden. Ich hatte einige gescheiterte Beziehungen hinter mir und hatte mich, ohne wirklich einen Entschluss zu fassen, für den Moment mit meinem Alleinsein abgefunden.

a personal relationship in an impersonal world

lus mór na coille.

shack-dwelling

So much anger in here. So much hate. So much to take out on someone. This time it's going to count. She's adrift in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, three hundred kilometers from land. She's alone. She has nothing to eat. It doesn't matter. None of it matters. She's alive; that alone gives her the upper hand.

Point of view matters: I see that now, blind, talking to myself, trapped in a coffin falling past the edge of the solar system. I

And she almost laughs as she realizes, three thousand meters from the nearest sunlight, that it's only dark when the lights are on.

My friend. And by the time she gets over that jarring idea, she's alone again.

I could be the only sentient being in the universe. If I'm even that much. Because I don't know if there is such a thing as a reliable narrator.