Quotes About Solitude

The silence depressed me. It was not the silence of silence it was my own silence.

If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour. --from a letter to Aurelia Plath, written c. July 1951

It doesn't take two to dance, it only takes one.

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say 'I'll go take a hot bath.

I also had a dim idea that if I walked the streets of New York by myself all night something of the city's mystery and magnificence might rub off on me at last.

Well, one wearies of the Public Gardens: one wants a vacation Where trees and clouds and animals pay no notice; Away from the labeled elms, the tame tea-roses

I am unattached; My heart is very quiet.

I looked up from that churning amphitheater to the view beyond it. The great, gray eye of the sky looked back at me, its mist-shrouded sun focusing all the white and silent distances that poured from every point of the compass, hill after pale hill, to stall at my feet.

In the heart of the forest, your image follows me

Hastanenin arazisi yeni yaÄŸm?? karla örtülüydü -bu bir Noel serpintisi deÄŸil, ocak ay?n?n adam boyu kar?yd?, okullar?, iÅŸ yerlerini, kiliseleri kapatt?r?p bir gün boyunca ya da daha uzun süreyle not ve randevu defterlerinin, masa takvimlerinin üstünde bomboÅŸ, tertemiz bir sayfa b?rakan türden bir kar.

A wi?c teraz b?d? rozmawia? ka?dej nocy. Z sob? sam?. Z ksi??ycem. B?d? chodzi?, tak jak dzi?, zazdro?nie strzeg?c swojej samotno?ci, w niebieskosrebrnej po?wiacie zimnego ksi??yca, migocz?cej cudownie na zaspach ?wie?ego ?niegu miriad? iskierek.

And he walked off down the path with his jaunty, independent stride. And I stood there where he left me, tremulous with love and longing, weeping in the dark. That night it was hard to get to sleep.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched. The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins, And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips, And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself. The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.

I decided not to go down to the cafeteria for breakfast. It would only mean getting dressed, and what was the point of getting dressed if you were staying in bed for the morning?

At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I realized it was because there were no windows.

El silencio me deprimió. No era el silencio del silencio. Era mi propio silencio. Sabía perfectamente que los coches hacían ruido, y que la gente que iba dentro o la que estaba detrás de las ventanas iluminadas de los edificios hacía ruido, y que el río hacía ruido, y sin embargo no podía escuchar nada.

I am alone in my room, between two worlds

Whenever I'm sad I'm going to die, or so nervous I can't sleep, or in love with somebody I won't be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then say 'I'll go take a hot bath'.

He's lonely, that's all. So am I. Well, I'd rather be lonely than be with the wrong person.

What I decided to do in the end was lie in bed as long as I wanted to and then go to Central Park and spend the day lying in the grass, the longest grass I could find in that bald, duck-ponded wilderness.

El silencio me deprimía. No era realmente el silencio. Era mi propio silencio.

What I decided to do in the end was to lie in bed as long as I wanted to and then go to Central park and spend the day long in the grass, the longest grass I could find in that bald, duck-ponded wilderness.

I need not to be more with others, but to be more and more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.