Quotes About Solitude

All the miseries of mankind come from one thing, not knowing how to remain alone.

All sorrow has its root in man's inability to sit quiet in a room by himself.

Most of the evils of life arise from man's being unable to sit still in a room.

All man's troubles come from not knowing how to sit still in one room.

I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man's being unable to sit still in a room.

All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.

We shall die alone.

This is where I want to be now, alone with myself. Because I know that something has happened to me tonight, something that I'm not going to understand at first, something I need to just absorb and think about and get used to. This is going to be hard for me. I can't control this. I can't stop what it will do to me. But I want it. I want to be inside it, to feel it, forever.

Hey I'd like to daze away to a Place like no one has known In a state of mind I could call mine That only I could own Where I could hum a tune anytime I choose, and then there is no such thing as time Where I can feel no pain just calm and sane What a place for one to find

I'm probably the sexiest and best in bed. Even if I'm by myself in bed.

We all need a few minutes of privacy sometimes

When your rooster crows at the break of dawnLook out your window and I'll be goneYou're the reason I'm trav'lin' onDon't think twice, it's all right

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

My home is in my head.

There's one thing worse than being alone: wishing you were.

Welcome to the Pacific Crest Trail. Sometimes it was your friend, sometimes your adversary, but always it was a mystery.

Und Irene und ich, wir hatten die Sonne gesucht, Bilderbuchtage waren solche der Heilung, alles Schwere konnte sich darin auflösen. Aber seit es nur noch mich gab, nicht mehr uns beide, drohte aus jedem blauen Himmel und jeder Luft, die einen umhüllt, genau die Schwere zu kommen, die sich früher auf unseren Reisen verflüchtigt hatte. Schönes Wetter, das hieß jetzt Gefahr, Niederschlag ganz anderer Art, ein höhnisches Lachen der Sonne.

Endless peace and a certain desolation – especially in the evenings. It's been stormy nearly all the time and out on the point the house has been thoroughly ventilated. Breakers all round and the weirdest illusory sensation of voices, steps and music in the wind. In particular, the acoustic phenomenon of rhythmic violin music when I want to sleep has been a bit disturbing. You become different and think new thoughts when you live a long time alone with the sea and yourself.

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

it's my only defense against a beautiful misery.

y es que yo puedo permitirme el lujo de abandonarme porque nunca estoy abandonado, estoy solo para poder vivir en una soledad poblada de pensamientos,...

Îmi pot permite luxul de a fi p?r?sit,deÅŸi niciodat? nu sunt p?r?sit de fapt,sunt doar singur,ca s? pot tr?i în singur?tatea populat? de idei,pentru c? eu sunt puÅ£in l?ud?ros,un l?ud?ros al infinitului ÅŸi al eternit??ii,iar Infinitul ÅŸi Eternitatea au poate o sl?biciune pentru cei asemeni mie.

and he was off to his forest trails, his side roads, because when he was on his bicycle he could breathe like nowhere else, and the rhythmic breathing and the solitude brought him back to himself, allowed him to get a grip, no more obsessively weighing himself, no more feeling for his pulse, and one evening he came home scented with anise, he'd had a few shots of Prost?jov rye in some pub, and that evening he slept like a baby..

Dovevate starvene seduti a casa, sul culo...