Quotes About Solitude

I have gone at dusk through narrow streets and watched the smoke that rises from the pipes of lonely men leaning out of windows

Here is no water but only rock Rock and no water and the sandy road

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think

The pain of living and the drug of dreams curl up the small soul in the window seat.

And the blind eye creates The. empty forms between the ivory gates And smell renews the salt savour of the sandy earth This is the time of tension between dying and birth The place of solitude where three dreams cross Between blue rocks

Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections

Living among strangers, with no one to talk to.

I not a person, in a world not of persons But only of contaminating presences.

It was only a moment, it was only one moment That I stood in sunlight, and thought I might stay there.

Who is the third that walks always beside you? When I count there are only you and I together.

There were more problems with solitude than just being horny and bored. If you didn't have anyone to talk to for days on end, you didn't have anyone to let you know whether you were going nuts or not.

Now, ten or more years later, far away from her home or even any thought of having a home, she again touched the feeling from that long ago day, being alone but not lonely, of being solitary yet sufficient.

The solitary mind probes at an ugly thought as a wound, constantly seeing if the pain is less, and in doing so keeps it alive beyond is time.

Contemplation is a luxury, requiring time and alternatives.

I can't believe there's a prison anywhere out here,' Blaine said, turning the engine off. 'It's the middle of nowhere.

I have always had that skill of being able to escape my immediate surroundings by diving into a book;

Just like that. It's time I started paying attention, before I end up like Stan Dempsey, living alone with an arsenal and one lawn chair in the backyard.

All she had was herself. It would have to do.

Then he was gone, and all the colors and the light of the day crumbled and went out.

No man to lord, no child to hold.

I wished I could leave me alone too.

This was where his happiness lay, to sit in the great library and to read all things.

She talks to demons. Yes, to one: herself.

I have come back into the desert in sore need of the disciplines I once learned here, things which fail me from lack of practice.