Quotes About Solitude

So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

Lies had deserted me, and I felt as lonely as though they had been my only friends.

This was hell then; it wasn't anything to worry about: it was just his own familiar room.

Suddenly I realized she was asleep. Exhausted by her flight she had fallen asleep against my shoulder as so many times, in taxis, in buses, on a park-seat. I sat still and let her be. There was nothing to disturb her in the dark church. The candles napped around the virgin, and there was nobody else there. The slowly growing pain in my upper arm where her weight lay was the greatest pleasure I had ever known.

I thought of Phuong just because of her complete absence. So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

Cuando uno se escapa a un desierto el silencio te grita en los oídos.

There were men who lived voluntarily in deserts, but they had their God to commune with. For nearly ten years he had felt no need of friends - one woman could include any number of friends.

shopping baskets, or tramps, but never readers. A tramp would proudly occupy a whole bench. No one cared to share the bench with a tramp, so unlike the rest of the world he could stretch at full length.

He said, 'You don't have to make conversation with me.' 'My husband says that I am too silent.' 'Silence is not a bad thing.' 'It is when you are unhappy.

Even Vacancy was crowded with her.

Suffering is not increased by numbers: one body can contain all the suffering the world can feel.

When I am alone I read – I hide myself in my books. In them I can find the faith of better men than myself

Execution shed

The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline towards solitude. - Tubal Kain

was what, she sometimes thought, libraries were for: for men to disappear into and be important in, even though they had disappeared.

Words are ugly when they travel in packs.

Looking down the road that runs along the bluff, I spy a solitary figure in the rain. The Turning Angel.

When you start talking to yourself in a graveyard, it's time to go home.

There's nothing harder than fighting alone, with no one to keep you company in your foxhole.

Grief is the most solitary emotion; it makes islands of us all.

That was, he thought, what he wanted most of all. Not to be alone.

You know, I'd like to live here alone like you." "You can't." "Why not?" "If you come I'll be here and you won't be alone. Neither will I." "Well, I mean almost alone.

But I feel myself marooned on the island of my self.

Whatever you do, in the privacy of your own rain shower, is your own business