Quotes About Solitude

A deserted library in the morning - there's something about it that really gets to me. All possible words and ideas are there, resting peacefully.

No matter how empty it may be, this is still my heart.

Once I began a book, I couldn't put it down. It was like an addiction; I read while I ate, on the train, in bed until late at night, in school, where I'd keep the book hidden so I could read during class. But I had almost no desire to talk with anyone about the experience I gained through books and music. I felt happy just being me and no one else.

Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.

I closed my eyes and tried to sleep. But it was not until much later that I was able to get any real sleep. In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other's company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself

You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you're living a different kind of life there. In a world that's inside you.

Shimamoto had her own little world within her. A world that was for her alone, one I could not enter.

I just want to think deeply about things. Contemplate ideas in a pure, free sort of way. That's all. If you think about it, that's kind of like constructing a vacuum.

Having a drink in bed while listening to music and reading a book. As precious to me as a beautiful sunset or good clean air.

Being all alone is like the feeling you get when you stand at the mouth of a large river on a rainy evening and watch the water flow into the sea. Have you ever done that? Stand at the mouth of a large river and watch the water flow into the sea?

I'm alone inside the world of the story, my favorite feeling in the world.

It might be a little silly for someone getting to be my age to put this into words, but I just want to make sure I get the facts down clearly : I'm the kind of person who likes to be by himself. To put a finer point on it, I'm the type of person who doesn't find it painful to be alone. I find spending an hour or two everyday running alone, not speaking to anyone as well as four of five hours at my desk, to be neither difficult or boring.

Sometimes, I imagine how great it would be if we could live our lives without bothering other people.

Sometimes I feel as if I'm racing with my own shadow

It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.

When I look back at myself at age twenty, what I remember most is being alone and lonely. I had no girlfriend to warm my body or my soul, no friends I could open up to. No clue what I should do every day, no vision for the future. For the most part, I remained hidden away, deep within myself. Sometimes, I'd go a week without talking to anybody.

The unwaking world was as hushed as a deep forest.

The silence lent a faint weight to the air. As though I were sitting alone, at the bottom of the sea.

The silence is so deep it hurts our ears

There's a special feeling you get on a veranda that you just can't get anywhere else.

Besides being the world the kind of sadness that can not be expressed in tears. You can not explain it to anyone. Unable to take any shape, settles quietly in the bottom of the heart as snow during the windless night.

dry ground welcoming the rain, he let the solitude, silence, and loneliness soak in.