Quotes About Solitude

Books are my friends, where it's okay to be silent, where you're not a freak if you don't want to get drunk, peel out in the parking lot, tip cows.

You come into this world alone and die alone, but there's a really long stretch in the middle that can be extraordinarily meaningful and even fun with the right people. And when it's not fun, they'll be with you, too.

Not much else to do in there. There's no TV.

A book acts as the getaway car when you need to escape. Even when you're the one writing it.

The presence of a single bird can change everything for one who appreciates them.

Solitude encourages reflection and productivity, if you're prepared for it.

De nouveau il entendit la porte s'ouvrir, et, calme, du fond de la chambre, il vit venir à lui sa dernière heure.

Solitude and boredom. It's what happens to something that's felt itself gathered together too long, too...exclusively. The vacuum that occurs at its frontiers--a kind of numbness which is generated on its torpid surface as if it had lost the sense of touch--lost contact.

This stretch through the fogbound forest gradually lulled Grange into his favorite daydream; in it he saw an image of his life: all that he had he carried with him; twenty feet away, the world grew dark, perspectives blurred, and there was nothing near him but this close halo of warm consciousness, this nest perched high above the vague earth.

He heard the dog bay two or three times, then the cry of the screech owl at the nearby edge of the forest, then nothing more: the earth around him was as dead as a plain of snow. Life fell back to this sweetish silence, the peace of a field of asphodels, only the faint rustle of blood within the ear, like the sound of the unattainable sea in a shell.

I am probably exaggerating a little, but I owe my equilibrium to ink and paper.

I kind of imagine myself at eighty, a cat lady.

It's impossible to want what I want and in the shape I want it, and share life with others besides. I had to know how to be alone and how to let so much wanting do its work, save me or destroy me…

Estoy tan solo como este gato, y mucho más solo porque lo sé y él no.

Mi único diálogo verdadero es con este jarrito verde." Estudiaba el comportamiento extraordinario del mate, la respiración de la yerba fragantemente levantada por el agua y que con la succión baja hasta posarse sobre sí misma, perdido todo brillo y todo perfume a menos que un chorrito de agua la estimule de nuevo, pulmón argentino de repuesto para solitarios y tristes.

During his reading hours, which were between one and five o'clock in the morning, but not every morning, he had come to the disconcerting conclusion that whistling was not an important theme in literature.

Que la música salve por lo menos el resto de la noche, y cumpla a fondo una de sus peores misiones, la de ponernos un buen biombo delante del espejo, borrarnos del mapa durante un par de horas''.

Para llorar, dirija la imaginación hacia usted mismo, y si esto le resulta imposible por haber contraído el hábito de creer en el mundo exterior, piense en un pato cubierto de hormigas o en esos golfos del estrecho de Magallanes en los que no entra nadie, nunca.

I could sit right here and think a thousand miles away, Since I had the blues this bad, I can't remember the day...

La técnica consistía en citarse vagamente en un barrio a cierta hora. Les gustaba desafiar el peligro de no encontrarse, de pasar el día solos, enfurruñados en un café o en un banco de plaza, leyendo-un-libro-más.

Nunca pude resistir al deseo de llamarla a mi lado, sentirla caer poco a poco sobre mí, desdoblarse otra vez después de haber estado por un momento tan sola y tan enamorada frente a la eternidad de su cuerpo.

Chuva, chuva. Continuaria Berthe Trépat tocando piano?

I'm as alone as that cat, much more alone because I know it and he doesn't.

Sie rollte] sich am Ende auf einem Sessel zusammen wie eine Katze, der Ungewissheit müde, und sah zu, wie es über den Schieferdächern Tag wurde, durch all den Rauch hindurch, der Platz hatte, zwischen einem Augenpaar und einem geschlossenen Fenster und einer inbrünstig nutzlosen Nacht.