Quotes About Solitude

I've read Khalil Gibran and taken his advice to heart," McGill said. "'Let there be spaces in your togetherness?'" "Exactly.

I should like to slip out of the public gaze...to bury myself in the farm and devote my attention to farming and educating." Mahatma Gandhi

When things get too much for me, I put a wild-flower book and a couple of sandwiches in my pockets and go down to the South Shore of Staten Island and wander around awhile in one of the old cemeteries down there. (Mr Hunter's Grave, 1956)

Dzirdu kaiju klaigas. Skaista ska?a. N?c man l?dzi uz klinti, v?rosim t?s k?du stundu. Nerun?sim neko. Lai j?ra run? m?su viet?.

On Sundays the world is as bright and empty as a balloon.

He felt light, lighter than ever in all his years. He had severed all relationships. It occurred to him that he had been alone for years. He had been alone since that moment when desire had ceased between his woman and himself. He was alone -alone. Wife and children had surrounded him and had hindered him from bearing his pain. Like useless poultices that do not aid healing, they had lain upon his wounds and had merely covered them.

We call that person who has lost his father, an orphan and a widower that man who has lost his wife. But that man who has known the immense unhappiness of losing a friend, by what name do we call him? Here every language is silent and holds its peace in impotence.

Solitude vivifies isolation kills.

Their matter-of-fact tone answered Jaypaw's question. These cats heard only the wind. The voices spoke to him alone.

Don't try to follow me. Cats have no friends or allies here. They must walk their path of shadows alone.

Bristlefrost glanced at him. "Wouldn't you hate being alone all the time?

If I had a mate, I wouldn't be alone, he thought

No more here for me to do. I go back to sea cave, hear beating of waves on shore, rustle of wind in grasses.

I've lost my best friend," he murmured. "I never thought I would feel so empty.

I don't wish to meet people. They disgust me. Increasingly so. But I must have milk.

We're born alone and we die alone. It's just a question of getting used to both of them.

We're born along and we die alone. It's just a question of getting used to both of them.

trær er noe av det fineste jeg vet. vann og trær og jenter. jeg pleide å klatre hele dagene. og ofte satt jeg bare stille, øverst i et tre. i flere timer. når løvverket var tett om sommeren, kunne ingen se meg. jeg kunne se alle, men ingen kunne se meg. jeg følte at jeg var langt borte. og når jeg klatret ned, var det litt som å komme hjem etter en lang reise

Going outside is highly overrated. —Anorak's Almanac, Chapter 17, Verse 32

The single window had once provided a view of the Columbus skyline, but I'd spray-painted it completely black a few days after I moved in. I'd decided that everything outside the window was a distraction from my quest

I was curled up in an old sleeping bag in the corner of the trailer's tiny laundry room, wedged into the gap between the wall and the dryer.

The sight suddenly drove home the fantastic isolation of the place.

E avevo OASIS. La mia vita non era poi così male. O almeno è quello che continuavo a ripetermi, nel vano tentativo di alleviare la solitudine in cui mi ero trovato a vivere.

Ali, sob as luzes fluorescentes de meu pequeno apartamento de um cômodo, não havia modo de escapar da verdade. Na vida real, eu não passava de um ermitão antissocial. Um recluso. Um geek pálido obcecado pela cultura pop. Um introvertido agorafóbico, sem amigos, família ou contato com pessoas. Eu era apenas mais uma alma triste, perdida e solitária, desperdiçando a vida em um videogame.