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Quotes About Solitude

There are moments when you can only stand and stare, watching the world forget you as you remove yourself from it - when you overcome it and cease to exist as the person you were.
~ Markus Zusak
So I saw that there was only me. There was only me who could worry about what was happening here, inside these walls of my life. Other people had their own worlds to worry about, and in the end, they had to fend for themselves, just like us.
~ Markus Zusak
The thrill of being ignored!
~ Markus Zusak
She closes the door completely, and I crouch there. I allow myself to fall forward and rest my head on the door frame. My breath bleeds. My heartbeat drowns my ears.
~ Markus Zusak
Very suddenly. Yes, quite suddenly, I didn't feel like I could handle my feeling of aloneness.
~ Markus Zusak
See, I was never a guy who had a whole heap of friends to belong to. Besides Greg Fienni, I never really had friends. I kind of stayed on my own. I hated it, but I was proud of it too. Cameron Wolfe needed no one. He didn't need to be amongst a pack. Not all of us roam like that. No, all he needed was his instincts. All he needed was himself.
~ Markus Zusak
As for me, I remained a few moments longer. I waved. No one waved back.
~ Markus Zusak
The only sound I'll hear after that will be my own breathing, and the sound of the smell, of my footsteps
~ Markus Zusak
Steve, on the other hand, has plenty of friends, but he wouldn't bleed for any of them, because he wouldn't trust them to bleed for him. In that way he's just as alone as me.
~ Markus Zusak
Las calles de la ciudad estaban llenas de gente, pero la extranjera no se habría sentido más sola de haber estado desiertas.
~ Markus Zusak
Clay - who was the quiet one, or the smiler - only turned, one last time, and stared across the sunlit district of statues, crosses, and gravestones. They looked like runners-up trophies. Every last one.
~ Markus Zusak
It kind of depressed me to think a human could be so lonely that she would comfort herself with the company of appliances that whistle, and sit alone to eat.
~ Markus Zusak
At times, it makes me want to stop and stay. Stay for ever.
~ Markus Zusak
One sat painfully now, among the falling chunks of rain, and the other stood next to her, waiting.
~ Markus Zusak
Sola como estaba, carecía de la disciplina necesaria para mantenerse convenientemente alejada.
~ Markus Zusak
Who could step in while I take a break in your stock-standard resort-style vacation destination, whether it be tropical or of the ski trip variety? The answer, of course, is nobody
~ Markus Zusak
There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.
~ Markus Zusak
They sat a few meters apart, speaking very rarely, and there was really only the noise of turning pages (…) Where Hans Hubermann and Erik Vandenburg were ultimately united by music, Max and Liesel were held together by the quiet gathering of words. Hi, Max. Hi, Liesel. They would sit and read.
~ Markus Zusak
Caddenin her yerinde insanlar vard? ama bo? olsa, yabanc? bundan daha yaln?z olamazd?.
~ Markus Zusak
Sie hielten sich an den Händen. Ein letzter, durchnässter Abschied, dann drehten sie sich um und verließen den Friedhof, wobei sie mehrmals zurückschauten. Ich dagegen blieb noch ein Weilchen länger. Ich winkte. Niemand winkte zurück.
~ Markus Zusak
THE LAST HUMAN STRANGER, PAGE 38 There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it had been empty.
~ Markus Zusak
I still remember staying up all night to get it done, and I realize that's always the best time to finish a book. The sun is yet to come up. It seems the whole world is asleep, and there you are, on your own, with the pages set before you.
~ Markus Zusak
Everything was so desperately noisy in the dark when he was alone. Each time he moved, there was the sound of a crease. He felt like a man in a paper suit.
~ Markus Zusak
Not another word was said for more than an hour. They only walked home together with aching feet and tired hearts.
~ Markus Zusak The Book Thief