Quotes About Solitude

Under the ruthless cold of the gathering stars, Cyrion walked away.

The hubbub she left behind had disconcerted her and for a while her mind was preoccupied with thoughts and questions. Then abruptly, the air was thin and fragrant around her; she looked back and saw the valley growing small, and it grew small in her mind as well.

The desert is often the locus of prophecies because it naturally offers to the human gaze the horizons of the infinite.

And when the sea swallowed up the shore and the waves heaved under the ship and the blue horizon encircled us, I immediately felt an overwhelming intimacy with the sea. I knew this green, infinite giant, as though it were roving back and forth within my ribs. The whole of the journey I savored that feeling of being nowhere, alone, before and behind me either eternity or nothingness.

a person who finds silence and solitude boring is a person who is himself boring, empty of anything worth consideration.

Heme aquí divagando otra vez mientras estalla el mundo a mi alrededor.

There was no life above the surface anyway.

She lives in a world of her own – a world of – little glass ornaments…

We are all sentenced to solitary confinement inside our own skins, for life.

If I could just give myself to the steady peace of the rain. That lovely steady peace.

If one didn't have love, was it better, then, to be alone?

No one knows how dark the night is until you can't speak into it.

the natures of solitary people are apt to have more unmapped country in them than worldly folk imagine. They see and think and do things peculiar to themselves, and one may turn up buried treasure in them at any moment. ("Absolute Evil")

But there it is: Everyone is alone, for life, and maybe that's not such a bad thing.

separated from you. I

Writing is a solitary occupation, and we like it that way.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

No one else knows I'm alive, which means they won't notice when I'm gone.

I won't be alive so I won't care who finds me.

If I was alone I'd find something to do. Read or work on homework or doodle, fake it, so if I was alone it'd look like I wanted to be alone.

I don't do friends.

the hill. "Gosh," she murmured,

This time she knew what it was like to hold someone for years in your memory instead of in your arms. She knew how features blurred, voices faded, touches dissolved. So she looked at Robbie and tried to imprint him on her memory, to be able to take him out when she was alone and felt strong enough. When she was safe, and able to think about this moment when she had been perfectly loved and perfectly alone.

Oh the seduction of far horizons and empty landscapes. For all the comfort and necessity of busy, ordered lives, the spirit remains a nomad.