Quotes About Solitude

FRANCESCA You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

Francesca" You came in out of the night And there were flowers in your hands, Now you will come out of a confusion of people, Out of a turmoil of speech about you. I who have seen you amid the primal things Was angry when they spoke your name In ordinary places. I would that the cool waves might flow over my mind, And that the world should dry as a dead leaf, Or as a dandelion seed-pod and be swept away, So that I might find you again, Alone.

I do not like to remember things any more. I like one little band of winds that blow In the ash trees here: For we are quite alone Here 'mid the ash trees.

I just hope he went someplace where he could find a little peace... somewhere between nowhere and goodbye...

Her tears were not for public consumption, she used to say. (216)

I chose these things because they seemed to speak to the heart of you. To the deep darkness that is part of you. That still, lightless, solemn place where, I think, no one has ever gone.

Years have passed since my heart's been anyone's destination,/ and its wounds, in this desolation,/ have lost their sheen--/ Whom can I possibly ask to pour color into them? --from "Two Elegies: 1. Appointments

''You are born alone , complete your tasks as such ''

Walk to developmental old trombone- I - seeking to be found- inside time!- by one whose blues seek by speaking tunes to this specific city afternoon of bread, fumes, and orange nasturtiums- am, still, solo- even the base of me being, unknown.

else to go Felicity sits down upon the steps to consider

Loneliness is a heavy burden, but i'd rather be alone than make compromises.

Don't tell me what I'm doing; I don't want to know.

Only a single bird is singing. The air is cloning it. We hear through mirrors.

Soledad de mis pesares, caballo que se desboca, al fin encuentra la mar y se lo tragan las olas.

Dio deve avermi lasciata sola nelle tenebre, perché ti vedo come se non ti avessi mai vista.

La Soleá" All in this world has broken. All that's left is silence. (Leave me in this field weeping.)

No nos salvan las solitarias en los vidrios, ni los herbolarios donde el metafísico encuentra las otras vertientes del cielo. Son mentira las formas. Sólo existe el círculo de bocas del oxígeno.

In the parched pathI have seen the good lizard(one drop of crocodile)meditating.

I am the immense shadow of my tears

Yo he vivido cerca de otras personas y me he guardado recuerdos que no me pertenecen.

In the darkness I thought of Fyodorovich, deep in the Kolyma taiga. It was the eleventh of October, and already, I imagined, the first light snows had dusted the area around Sunny Lake. I pictured the old man sitting alone in the sun by the lakeshore, smoking a Prima and gazing skyward as the last of the whooper swans flew south, squawking and trumpeting as they went.

Wisdom begins in listening; listening begins in silence; silence is rooted in solitude.

To choose to be alone is to bait the trap, to create a space the demons cannot resist entering. And that's the good news; the demons that enter can be named, written about, and tamed through the miracle of the healing word, the miracle of art, the miracle of silence.

When crises come, though friends and relatives may be generous and eager to help, in the end it is I, alone on the trail, alone in the museum, alone in the courtroom, alone in the emergency room, alone in the morgue, alone in my illness, alone in my reading, alone in my writing, alone in the silence of my heart.