Quotes About Solitude

He presently grew lonesome, and started out for recreation. He ranged the whole boat—visited every part of it, with an advance guard of fleeing people in front of him and a voiceless vacancy behind him; and when his owner captured him at last, those two were the only visible beings anywhere; everybody else was in hiding, and the boat was a solitude.

Swimming's no good. I don't seem to care for it, somehow, when there ain't anybody to say I shan't go in.

Everything was dead quiet, and it looked late, and smelt late. You know what I mean–I don't know the words to put it in.

My pipe was ready and would have been lit, if I had not been lost in thinking

The stillness, the solemnity that brooded in the woods, and the sense of loneliness, began to tell upon the spirits of the boys. They fell to thinking. A sort of undefined longing crept upon them. This took dim shape, presently—it was budding home-sickness. Even Finn the Red-Handed was dreaming of his doorsteps and empty hogsheads. But they were all ashamed of their weakness, and none was brave enough to speak his thought.

All that evening I sat by my fire at the Warwick Arms, steeped in a dream of the olden time, while the rain beat upon the windows, and the wind roared about the eaves and corners.

If books are not good company, where will I find it?

My dear girl, is it that you are so lonely that you had to create this?

He [Zampano] probably would of insisted on corrections and edits, he was his own harshest critic, but I've come to believe errors, especially written errors, are often the only markers left by a solitary life: to sacrifice them is to lose the angels of personality, the riddle of a soul. In this case a very old soul. A very old riddle.

I was twelve miles from no where.

Luckily they haven't heard me or if they have they've sense enough to ignore me. I wish I could ignore me.

You alone must find the way. No one else can help you. Every way is different. And if you do lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish.

Kept for that moment when I'm certain nothing's left.

Quite a few people have slept and suffered within those walls.

And my heart started hurting because I couldn't share her happiness.

His eyes remain fixed on a horizon that is both empty and meaningless.

Tom drifting into an unremarkable and for the most part internal existence.

I'd thrown everyone's number out. Nothing could be done. I was gone from everyone.

Shy from the sky. No answer lies there. It cannot care, especially for what it no longer knows. Treat that place as a thing unto itself, independent of all else, and confront it on those terms. You alone must find the way. No one else can help you. Every way is different. And if you do lose yourself at least take solace in the absolute certainty that you will perish

As always, one of her books was next to her.

I think she ate a salad and some soup. And loneliness. She ate that, too.

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

Each night, Liesel would step outside, wipe the door, and watch the sky. Usually it was like spillage - cold and heavy, slippery and gray - but once in a while some stars had the nerve to rise and float, if only for a few minutes. On those nights, she would stay a little longer and wait. Hello, stars.

My heart applauds inside my ears, first like a roaring crowd, then slows and slows until it's a solitary person, clapping with unbridled sarcasm. Clap. Clap. Clap. Well done, Ed. Well given up.