Quotes About Solitude

We all deserve to get away and have some peace; and others deserve the peace of us getting out of their way!

Just leave me alone. I'm happy goddammit. I know there's at least one person in this world... who cares about me. Who doesn't want anything from me. Do you have any idea what that's like? I never did. Not once in my entire life - until now. And that's worth more to me than anything else.

With the exception of rainy days, my entire summer was spent in this kind of mountain samurai's existence.

You'll never be alone if you've got a book.

To love is to struggle, beyond solitude, with everything in the world that can animate existence. This world where I see for myself the fount of happiness my being with someone else brings. "I love you" becomes: in this world where there is the fount you are for my life. In the water from this fount, I see our bliss, yours first.

Baudelaire proclaimed the delight he felt when at last, in the evening, he was alone in the haven of his bedroom. There, he wrote, citing La Bruyère, he escaped 'the great woe of not being able to be alone', by contrast with those who lose themselves in the crowd, 'probably afraid they couldn't tolerate themselves'.

It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially moulded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others...Being closely observed by a companion can also inhibit our observation of others; then, too, we may become caught up in adjusting ourselves to the companion's questions and remarks, or feel the need to make ourselves seem more normal than is good for our curiosity.

I feel completely alone - it's like melting, I am the structure, and I am also Alain Robert.

Loneliness is everything it's cracked up to be.

To read is to withdraw.To make oneself unavailable. One would feel easier about it if the pursuit inself were less...selfish.

She already felt dead in everything but name. What remained to be taken from her? She longed to be enfolded, welcomed, into the earth - to breathe no more, love no more, hurt no more

Deve farcela con le sue forze." "Può darsi che sia vero, ma questo non significa che debba restare solo.

I love long flights. The feeling of being completely unreachable is something I savor, and the limbolike state of being, having departed but not arrived, somehow allows me to catch up with myself, to regroup and check in.

No one understands the lonely perfection of my dreams.

The silence lingers and we soak it up like a good steam. Men like silence. We believe in it. We crave it. To us, silence is equal to peace and synonymous with quiet. Thus the common gender-specific phrase uttered by men in homes throughout the world, usually in the evening and on weekends: "Can I please get some peace and quiet, please?

Lost souls, with nowhere to go, nursed their coffees and read old newspapers they'd found left on the benches.

but he felt the relief of being alone as well...the forgotten solitude which measures and verifies the strength of an affair, and which, being temporary, is a kind of pleasure.

she kept sliding down, in small half-willing surrenders, till she was a heap, with the book held tiringly above her face.

Loners probably experience life at a more profound level than the self-consciously gregarious who know nothing of individuality, or who lack the courage to go their own way.

The tragedy of this world is that everyone is alone. For a life in the past cannot be shared with the present.

Each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone.

Wrong Pauley made sure no one was around before he started down the alleyway toward his burrow. His nightly nesting spot didn't qualify as a Hobbit hole, or even a rabbit hole. It was a hollow in the midst of a strip of ice plant above a cinderblock

Because when on a raw and frosty morning I get up at five o'clock and stand shivering my belly off on the stone floor and all the rest still have another hour to snooze before the bells go, I slink downstairs through all the corridors to the big outside door with a permit running-card in my fist, I feel like the first and last man in the world, both at once, if you can believe what I'm trying to say.

I owe my solitude to other people.