Quotes About Solitude

Spirituality is not to be learned by flight from the world, or by running away from things, or by turning solitary and going apart from the world. Rather, we must learn an inner solitude wherever or with whomsoever we may be. We must learn to penetrate things and find God there.

Some people prefer solitude. They say their peace of mind depends on this. Others say they would be better off in church. If you do well, you do well wherever you are. If you fail, you fail wherever you are. Your surroundings don't matter. God is with you everywhere -- in the market place as well as in seclusion or in the church. If you look for nothing but God, nothing or no one can disturb you. God is not distracted by a multitude of things. Nor can we be.

One must learn an inner solitude, wherever one may be.

Something changed then. I saw my life in scale: it was just my life. It was not momentous, and only now did I recognize that it had once seemed so to me; that was while my father was watching. I saw myself the way I'd seen the cleaning women in the building across the street. I was just one person in one window. Nobody was watching, except me.

He squeezed her hand one last time. Then Jack was gone and she was alone.

My aunts taught me that sometimes when the world is too much, when life starts to feel overwhelming, we must strip away what's unnecessary, seek out the quiet, and listen to the dirt and trees. "All the answers you seek are there, but only if you are willing to hear them.

My aunts taught me that sometimes when that world is too much, when life starts to feel overwhelming, we must strip away what's unnecessary, seek out the quite, and listen to the dirt and trees. All the answers you seek are there, but only if you are willing to hear them.

There are times when—when being alone is a hurt that's worse than dying. When it's easier to die than to be alone. Aren't there?

No, it's not you," Abi managed to interrupt her. "Actually, it's not anyone. Not even my best friend Kat. Or Rudi or Emmit or Brice or—well, it's not anyone. It's never been anyone.

And I choose to be alone Rather than wrapped in arms I could never need.

There is a great fear that plagues only romantics and children... it is that they might be alright alone.

PRIVATE PRACTICES We may all get there...we may even arrive at the same time...but we all come alone

I shall live alone. Always alone. In a house or a tree.' Fuchsia started to chew at a fresh grass blade. 'Someone will come then, if I live alone. Someone from another kind of world - a new world - not from this world, but someone who is different, and he will fall in love with me at once because I live alone and aren't like the other beastly things in this world, and he'll enjoy having me because of my pride.

But Fuchsia might as well have been carved from dark marble. Only her tears moved.

Rottcodd was unmarried. An aloofness and even a nervousness was apparent on first acquaintance and the ladies held a peculiar horror for him. His, then, was an ideal existence, living alone day and night in a long loft. Yet occasionally, for one reason or another, a servant or a member of the household would make an unexpected appearance and startle him with some question appertaining to ritual, and then the dust would settle once more in the hall and on the soul of Mr. Rottcodd.

It led on and on; vistas of forgotten metal; moribund, stiff in a thousand attitudes of mortality; with not a rat, not a mouse; not a bat, not a spider. Only the Lamb, sitting in his high chair with a faint smile upon his lips; alone in the luxury of his vaulted chamber, where the red carpet was like blood, and the walls were lined with books that rose up...up... volume after volume until the shadows engulfed them.

As the Earl of Gormenghast he could never be alone. He could only be lonely.

Menigte, eenzaamheid: termen die voor de actieve en vruchtbare dichter gelijk en verwisselbaar zijn.

Ten slotte, in de namiddag, onder een bekoorlijke herfstlucht, zo'n lucht waaruit verlangens en herinneringen in grote getale neerdalen, ging ze ergens achteraf in een tuin zitten, om, ver van de menigte, naar een van die concerten te luisteren waar de muzikanten van de regimenten de Parijse bevolking op trakteren.

I've got to sleep. Sleep is my only way to escape.

Alone. The saddest word in the world.

He led the way to a very retired, dismal-looking house amongst the fox-gloves. It

I always tell my students that Malcolm X came both to his spirituality and to his consciousness as a thinker when he had solitude to read. Unfortunately, tragically, like so many young black males, that solitude only came in prison.

Isolation and loneliness are central causes of depression and despair.