Quotes About Solitude

perhaps that's how any love begins, impulses and cloudy images that allow us to break across our solitude, and then, if we're lucky, are finally transformed into something firmer.

The most important thing you need to do [in this job] is to have big chunks of time during the day when all you're doing is thinking.

But she wasn't prepared for the loneliness. It was constant, like a shortness of breath

I think I could sit here all night looking out over this lake. It's so peaceful, like a church without walls.

Women need real moments of solitude and self-reflection to balance out how much of ourselves we give away.

Other people can be annoying, as Sartre famously suggested, but true hell is perpetual imprisonment in the self.

Holding his icy hands, she slid for a moment into the outer fringes of the healing trance and whispered to him by his inner name. But it was as if she called at the head of a descending trail along which he had long since passed—there was no answer.

In the end, the guards walked her out to her solitary old blue Pinto sitting in the parking lot, and she drove down the dark canyons to the freeway and the brighter lights of the Valley. She wasn't sure just why the thought of going home alone would frighten her. When she reached it, the place was quiet and normal as ever; but when she finally slept, toward six, it was not restful sleep.

Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end. Every choice is a world made new for the chosen.

It's terrible to lose somebody, but it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

She is inhumanly alone. And then, all at once, she isn't.

But being a stay-at-home mom was the loneliest kind of lonely, in which she was always and never by herself.

Her body moved with the frankness that comes from solitary habits. But solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen. All secrets are witnessed.

Silence has many advantages…I write and draw in my notebook and I read anything I please.

Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end.

Trust the road. Because nobody stays, in the long run you're on your own with your ghosts. You're the ship, they're the bottle.

Living in a holler, the sun gets around to you late in the day, and leaves you early.

A city is the weirdest, loneliest thing.

In almost thirty years of walking around on the grass of the world, she couldn't recall having spent two minutes alone with a butterfly.

Always we walk each other home. And always we walk some of it alone.

Trust the road. Because nobody stays, in the long run you're on your own with your ghosts. You're the ship and they're the bottle.

It's terrible to lose somebody, I said, I mean, I don't know firsthand, but I can imagine it must be. But it's also true that some people never have anybody to lose, and I think that's got to be so much worse.

It is in his absence I prosper.

You just read your books and go on a hundred miles away, You ignore me.