Quotes About Solitude

I've always loved listening to music on my own, but there's another side of me that is just fascinated by... like Goa trance, for example - just a rave on a beach in India, you know? Where there's someone that's spinning the music, and it's just this free-flowing, continuous energy.

As crazy as it may sound, it's like my tranquil place, where I sit, and I have my candy for a minute, and I just space out, and it's just me and my candy.

I tell anyone who will listen to me: On a cruise, you can be with all these people, or you can be by yourself. You can find tranquility, you can find party, you can find new friends. I'm a cruise convert.

Every day I wake up in Paris, it's real tranquillity. No pressure. I'm out of the grasp of people. I don't have a phone, and I drift a little bit.

When I was 23, I climbed this mountain in Alaska called Devil's Thumb alone. It was incredibly dangerous, and I did it because I thought that if I did something that hard and pulled it off, my life was gonna be transformed. And of course, nothing happened. But I get the search for purpose.

Writing is a solitary profession; you are really alone when you write. Then the emotions become well shaped and distinct. But their transition into words must be done deliberately and with rigid artistry.

One of the phenomenons of American political life is that it all stops one day. One day, you've got 200 reporters and cameras, and everybody is hanging on you. And three days later, you're alone. And it's quite a transition.

Nouns are seldom improved by the modifier 'public.' Few of us, given a private alternative, prefer public restrooms or public transportation or public displays of affection.

Writing is an amazing place to hide, to go into the rabbit hole, and pull the trap door down over your head.

That night as I lay in bed, I thought of several things I could have said and mourned the fact that my wit usually bloomed late, peaking when it no longer mattered, during the solitary hours close to midnight.

When I spoke to her, I had the feeling that her thoughts had been nourished in wide-open spaces where talk was sparse and silence ruled.

I realize that I only have words and that, from time to time, as I hold them in my arms I am less lonely.

I'm miles from where you are. I lay down on the cold ground, and I pray that something picks me up, and sets me down in your warm arms.

I'm miles from where you are I lay down on the cold ground And I, I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm arms.

En ausencia de los elementos de apoyo que nos resultan familiares, quedamos cara a cara tan sólo con nosotros mismos: una persona a la que no conocemos, un extraño desconcertante con quien hemos vivido siempre, pero al que, en el fondo, nunca hemos querido tratar. ¿Acaso no es ése el motivo de que tratemos de llenar cada instante de ruido y actividades, por aburridas y triviales que sean, y evitemos quedarnos a solas y en silencio con ese desconocido?

Grief made me blind and I thought that only I had suffered at the hands of death.

Not by human dwellings--not in crowded cities alone, are the sights and sounds of life. The wildest places of the earth are full of them.

And I crept into my eyes. Alone with my daydreams of being woman.

I would always be lonely, but no more alone.

Goodbye, fin,' I say. And I wish I was going with him, to some warm sheltered hideaway in the hills, wish that I, too, could lie down beside the dog, feel his unbroken heartbeat, smell the dust in his fur. There's only hours. I steel my courage. Surrender.

He's used to the freedom of neglect; he likes it.

But most days, I wander around feeling invisible. Like I'm a speck of dust floating in the air that can only be seen when a shaft of light hits it.

I felt very unstressed on my wedding day. I'm very grateful for that... spending the day on my own, being super quiet and happy and just puttering around doing my own thing.

I think it's easy for people to assume that fame is equal to glory, but it can be a very isolating experience.