Quotes About Solitude

I like the night, I have clearer ideas in the dark.

Melancholy, my old friend, visits frequent, once again.

Are you a male tired of using your right hand because of lack of sexual partners? Use the left hand.

To be sure, my freedom lay simply in the fact that no one cared any longer where I went or what I did.

SHE HAS BEEN SITTING ON A WOODEN BENCH in the courtyard

She felt at times that she was living in a different universe, breathing a different atmosphere from other people, and as she grew up she found her refuge in work and in books.

In the dark he glimmered with starlight. When they altered directions the swelling hush of the wind filled her ears, but when they glided, when they rode the wings of the air itself, she heard only him . The whispered resonance of his flight, respiration, heartbeat. Quiet. As if the cosmos had never held anything but them, as if above and below, in all the black glittering solitude of the universe, there would never be anyone else but them.

Augustine of Hippo said, "Let us leave a little room for reflection in our lives, room too for silence. Let us look within ourselves and see whether there is some delightful hidden place inside where we can be free of noise and argument. Let us hear the Word of God in stillness and perhaps we will then come to understand it.

Throwing herself into learning helped Miri ignore the painful chill of solitude around her.

You've been quiet lately...but it's not so much the quiet as something inside the quiet.

We were quiet, two tiny specks glued down by gravity, peering at a universe that didn't notice us back.

She felt really alone now. But here's the thing- suddenly she felt as though she belonged inside the aloneness, and that feeling made her whisper aloud, "I never have before. I've never felt at home with myself.

For you when you're feeling lonely and worried so you'll remember that you're not alone.

You, uh, caught me there at an unladylike moment. Mrs. Wattlesbrook would probably box my ears." "That's why I spoke. I wanted to let you know you were not alone before you did something--something worse." "Like what?" "Whatever women do when they think they're alone.

She longed to sit in a corner of the world, inconspicuous, being harmless and pleasant. Cheery. People could come to her when they needed a hand or a friend, but otherwise not trip over her in passing.

It wasn't easy being single and pushing forty in a big family group, and he guessed that's what was eating at her. He knew how it felt. He slept alone and he ate alone. He watched television alone and, when he was reading a book and came across an exceptionally good passage, he had nobody to share it with.

If Maria is our hugger, Gloria is our rocker. She rocks for hours in the corner under one of the dumb smiling flowers.

but he does not want to talk about it, he wants a stillness at the end of it.

And so he went into another world—this world, where I do not see or hear him

Sleep and dream—but not of his return.

It's so quiet, and empty, when he's left. I feel like a landscape, a ground without a figure.

I sat on the air above it and looked down on its uninhabitable beauty.

He lived so enclosed in himself, he seemed alive not exactly like others, but hibernating

Once, each summer, I howl, and draw myself back, out of there