Quotes About Solitude

People who work alone know the beauty of solitude. The perhaps greater beauty of loneliness

The Gingerbread House sat sullenly in the downpour.

It was the sort of room that made you want to stand around in it and read for the rest of your life

He wondered if silence gathered in some places: a wood in deep winter; a dock where a boat moored in still water; an abandoned farmhouse. The world at large was against silence, which made it all the more restful and the more necessary when one came upon it.

Melrose sipped his tea and ate his bun in perfect peace. How wonderful! Solitude even at Ardry End was hard to come by. Perhaps he was fit for the life of a hermit. Give up all of his worldly possessions and go live in a hut on a shelf of rock and watch the sunrise every morning. Up before the sun! What a dreadful idea; he shuddered.

In the middle of a night, hunched over my computer, with the rest of the house dark and quiet, I feel a certain moral superiority to the sleeping world.

Just remember you're not alone here." I never know what to say to that. I am actually alone in my head, and that's where 90 plus percent of my problems are.

And in their corner all they had was Murderbot, who just wanted everyone to shut up and leave it alone so it could watch the entertainment feed all day.

I wanted to just sink into my media downloads for a while and pretend I didn't exist.

Don't I ever do anything else but take soulful walks down the Bayswater Road, I thought, as I walked soulfully down the Baywater Road.

In the solitude of my cell I have come to the bitter realisation that I have sinned gravely against humanity.

Now I have to lie on the bed for a few minutes and let the solitude gather round me once more.

A "successful" relationship is best defined not as one that sustains erotic intensity but rather one that helps to soften the brute fact that we're alone in this world—and will leave it.

August este singur pe vîrful unui munte; sînt ultimele sale zile. Poetul spune: "El sta aici si asculta vidul pur. Totul e ciudat, o nalucire. Pe mare (cîndva, August calatorise adesea pe mare) se misca totusi ceva; acolo exista sunet, ceva ce se putea auzi, un cor al apelor. Aici — nimicul se întîlneste cu nimicul într-o absenta fara hotare. Nu-ti ramîne decît sa dai din cap, plin de resemnare.

The meeting of the solitary ones can happen only in solitude.

The beach, the ocean, solitude—these are only a means to help you travel to the true peace and joy inside you. You must carry the magic in your heart, wherever you go.

women need solitude in our lives to refill our well and garner strength to face life's deeper questions.

the measuring tape and saw Michael standing alone on the small rise. The man seemed a part of the scenery as he stood, hands on hips, his hair whipped by the wind like the meadowsweet at his feet, his jaw set like the granite rocks. "He must love his job," she said to Bobby. Bobby looked up and followed her gaze to his brother, standing

She'd hatched into this new world of widowhood and wasn't sure where to turn now for her own personal source of light. Lost without bearings, scrambling madly toward some unseen goal. She no longer trusted her instincts. She didn't know how to be alone. She was afraid to be the solitary swimmer she'd once been. Brett had changed that in her. She needed the companionship of her friends more than ever.

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.

Why was it that silence sometimes felt like a physical thing with a weight of its own?

Idleness was so often despised. And yet it was on idleness, she knew, that one touched meaning and peace.

Why had peace given place so soon to turmoil? To two separate solitudes? Because peace had been without thought? Without...integrity? How could she have felt like that without love? Was love essential? Did it even exist - the love she had dreamed of her life? If it did, it was too late now for her to find it. Must she make do with this instead, then? Only this? Pleasure without love?

One could not live forever, though, upon memories and dreams. One could not forever ignore the fact that one was alone and that perhaps one would be alone for the rest of one's life.