Quotes About Solitude

Bir ?ey ümit etmemenin rahatl???ndan ba?ka bar?nacak ruhi bir kö?em kalmam??t?.

No one ever stands in a cemetery at midnight, puffing out a breath in mid-winter while the snowflakes gathered at the tips of their eyelashes. I

I was drug through the cave away from the others.

It's better to be healthy alone than sick with someone else.

You're only lonely if you're not there for you.

Richard took to putting crime-scene photographs on the walls of his cell, using soap and toothpaste as glue. He'd gotten the photographs, which were part of the discovery, from Daniel Hernandez.

Richard, aside from hanging out with Mike, became a loner. He didn't trust people or like them particularly. He perceived society as unfair, vicious, and hostile.

I love the hush of those deserted places, those old battlefields, always so breathtaking, as if we, as a species, have decided to fight only in beautiful places.

This is a good place for thinking about your life, a few days in this place.

I'm not much but I'm all I have.

Don't try to solve serious matters in the middle of the night.

I'd been alone for so long that I started talking to the radio. At least I assumed that's where the voices were coming from. In the country that produced Luther, Nietzsche, and Adolf Hitler, you can never be absolutely sure about these things.

Sometimes there is nothing quite

Depression hangs over me as if I were Iceland.

Much better stay in company! To love you must have someone else, Giving requires a legatee, Good neighbours need whole parishfuls Of folk to do it on - in short, Our virtues are all social; if, Deprived of solitude, you chafe, It's clear you're not the virtuous sort.

Only the young can be alone freely. The time is shorter now for company, And sitting by a lamp more often brings Not peace, but other things.

Ought we to smile / Perhaps make friends? No: in the race for seats / You're best alone. Friendship is not worth while.

Viciously, then, I lock my door. The gas-fire breathes. The wind outside Ushers in evening rain. Once more Uncontradicting solitude Supports me on its giant palm; And like a sea-anemone Or simple snail, there cautiously Unfolds, emerges, what I am.

Alone now, in my dark room, The pebbles cease to drop into the rocking pool And gradually the surface quietens Reflecting image of darkest peace and silence. No questions catch the clothes But only as it were a spreading Draws all threads to their finished pattern And you are pieced together bit by bit Set against the evening Lovely and glowing, like a chain of gold from "(A Study in Light and Dark)

To be alone then, hearing only breeze, your own breath rising to answer with words you didn't know you knew the pale questions of the full moon, to know for the first time you are without a name or number.

Everybody else is working to change, persuade, tempt and control them. The best readers come to fiction to be free of all that noise.

A habit of solitude in early childhood is not easily broken. Indeed, it may prove lifelong.

A single person is missing for you, and the whole world is empty. But one no longer has the right to say so aloud.

Je dis : pourquoi moi ? Il dit : parce tu n'es pas du tout comme les autres, parce qu'on ne voit que toi sans que tu t'en rendes compte. Il ajoute cette phrase, pour moi inoubliable : parce que tu partiras et que nous resterons.