Quotes About Solitude

I wandered for ever about these lovely solitudes, gathering flower after flower

I wandered for ever about these lovely solitudes, gathering flower after flower . . . singing as I might the wild melodies of the country, or occupied by pleasant day dreams.

I was a solitary being, and from my infant years, ever since my dear nurse left me, I had been a dreamer.

In order to escape a road of solitude, one has to work hard, and forge a new path with their own power!

I shut my eyes a long time ago. The things I seek lie only in darkness.

silence is the most intolerable of answers.

The lonely become either thoughtful or empty.

It's better to be alone than be in a bad company. If something is meant to be, it will

He arrived to find that she'd left, discovering then that he was all alone. Even the birds had gone. They'd abandoned their nest on the windowsill, and he was somehow certain that they'd never come back.

the city usually only dulled and interrupted him. He required quiet, and to keep himself to himself, more than any writer he'd known. He was a shy beast who loved his burrow.

Quote of the Day-April 25, 2016 "She thought of the library, so shining white and new; the rows and rows of unread books; the bliss of unhurried sojourns there and of going out to a restaurant, alone, to eat.

She did bring home books from the library, in armloads, replenishing them every two or three days. She read avidly, indiscriminately, using them as an antidote for the pain in her heart. But they didn't help much. There was no one to talk them over with.

It's not that I don't like people. It's just that when I'm in the company of others - even my nearest and dearest - there always comes a moment when I'd rather be reading a book.

In our daily lives, where we're bombarded by the fake and the trivial, reading serves as a way to stop, shut out the noise of the world, and try to grab hold of something real, no matter how small.

The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.

I'll go to Venice and drown my sorrows.

I get to live by myself in a tree, doing some bullshit job for no one? This is my dream, Stevie. This is my dream.

would rather eat bees than share her tender inner being with anyone else—she didn't even want to share it with herself.

With a drowning kind of quiet

She often found that when everything felt a little too much, she could not talk to anyone, even if she actually wanted to. She had a tendency to go where other people were not, to step into shadows when people walked toward her. She had a fondness for headphones and screens and ducking away, even as part of her wanted to be with friends. Which meant she was going to the library to find some people who were probably dead.

This is why I prefer books to people." "We love you too," Janelle said.

If that which we have found is the corruption of solitude, then what can men wish for save corruption? If this is the great evil of being alone, than what is good and what is evil?

We cannot stop now, even though it frightens us that we are alone in our knowledge.

So long as a road lies before us, and what care we if we must travel it alone!