Quotes About Solitude

Porridge. Coffee. A whole day of reading ahead of me. Things could be worse. I already have the sleepy feeling I get when I'm reading a good book: like I want to curl up in bed with it and forget about the nonfictional world.

Living for ever would be like marrying yourself, with no possibility of a divorce.

I'm never less at leisure than when at leisure, or less alone than when alone.

He wasn't sure what to do. If he left the rock, it would only take a few minutes of desert air to dry his pool, and then all that would remain of him would be a small crucible of brown powder, a powder the wind would find and scatter. He wished to stay there, to protect the pool. But after a time, he thought differently. He understood that if he stayed upon the rock, he would simply disappear as well. And so, he rose.

I lay in bed absorbing fear, collecting strength, enjoying the slumberous sounds of solitude. To perish without love, I think, is a tragedy worth knowing.

i'm sleeping next to no one or no thing except the mirror and the only thing i see in the room is the reflection of the person i despise the most

she wants to to be loved for a few hours at least. I look away, people need peace. it's raining hard outside; lives are breaking in the storm.

First off, make sure you won't be interrupted during your religious (or magical) rite. If you're at home, tell your family that you'll be busy and aren't to be disturbed. If alone, take the phone off the hook, lock the doors, and pull the blinds, if you wish. It's best if you can ensure that you will be alone and undisturbed for some time.

I do not know why I shot the bird. At the moment I squeezed the trigger it seemed that the only two things in the world were the crow and myself. And now there is just me.

I need her still, and I don't know what to do. She was just here.

He withdrew then, leaving [him] standing in the bloody morning sunlight, leaving him all alone at the heart of his fortress, for the second time, with nothing but a corpse for company.

Q: What do you call an ant that prefers to be alone? A: Independant.

Heaven looked like a lonely place. And

It is better to live in a corner of the housetop than in a house shared with a quarrelsome wife. (Prov. 21:9)

To watch the sun sink behind a flower clad hill. To wander on in a huge forest without thought of return. To stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears behind distant islands. To contemplate the flight of wild geese seen and lost among the clouds. And, subtle shadows of bamboo on bamboo.

The completely solitary self: that's where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also.

More than loud acclaim, I love Books, silence, thought, my alcove. Pangur Bán Poem by Anon Irish Monk, Translated by Seamus Heaney

The form of the poem, in other words, is crucial to poetry's power to do the thing which always is and always will be to poetry's credit: the power to persuade that vulnerable part of our consciousness of its rightness in spite of the evidence of wrongness all around it, the power to remind us that we are hunters and gatherers of values, that our very solitudes and distresses are creditable, in so far as they, too, are an earnest of our veritable human being.

O hide me, hide me from myself

The essence of a degree of freedom is that it doesn't depend on anything else.

I would say to today's young minister, 'Be not afraid to give much time to solitary walks and meditation'.

In hospital, people should be able to have time to themselves.

It took me years to learn to sit at my desk for more than two minutes at a time, to put up with the solitude and the terror of failure, and the godawful silence and the white paper.

It is most important to have time alone. To be alone is not to be alone. It is only possible to truly feel immortality when we are by ourselves.