Quotes About Solitude

Some days I wonder how I'll get through a whole lifetime of thinking. A life that's just words, Words, words, shuffling around in my head.

T]ime is more purely hers if she squanders it and keeps it empty, holds it, feels it pass by, and resists filling it with anything that might put some too-useful dent in its open, airy emptiness.

The woman senses that time is more purely hers if she squanders it and keeps it empty, holds it, feels it pass by, and resists filling it with anything that might put some too-useful dent in its open, airy emptiness.

He could not talk himself out of pain any longer. He had no one to be strong for. So finally, he cried. He cried with deep sobs, head bent to the ground, palms pressed to his eyes. He cried so hard that sorrow rushed out of his face. He cried until he felt like the sea.

I was lonely. I felt it deeply and permanently, that this state of being on my own might never disappear. But I welcomed the lonliness, which had everything to do with being anonymous. It's never lonliness that nibbles away at a person's insides, but not having room inside themselves to be comfortably alone.

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.

I have no lover, not even my love. I have no other, not even I.

Today could be described as a retired man humming tunelessly to himself.

She was in the middle of nowhere, and it was a delicious feeling to know that no one knew where she was.

Quiero quedar a solas con la ausente.

What will it be like to be one instead of half of two?

Love your solitude and bear with sweet-sounding lamentation the suffering it causes you.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

And even if you were in some prison, the walls of which let none of the sounds of the world come to your senses — would you not then still have your childhood, that precious, kingly possession, that treasure-house of memories?

I am alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make every hour holy...

At the bottom no one in life can help anyone else in life; this one experiences over and over in every conflict and every perplexity: that one is alone. That isn't as bad as it may first appear; and again it is the best thing in life that each should have everything in himself; his fate, his future, his whole expanse and world.

I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.

Love consists of this: two solitudes that meet, protect and greet each other.

I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other.

Make your ego porous. Will is of little importance, complaining is nothing, fame is nothing. Openness, patience, receptivity, solitude is everything.

Only one is a wanderer. And when she was sad, she'd go into the streets to be with people.

Apart from that the only solitude prescribed for you is that of the mind and spirit. You enjoy this solitude if you refuse to share in the common gossip, if you shun involvement in the problems of the hour and set no store by the fancies that attract the masses; if you reject what everybody covets, avoid disputes make light of losses, and pay no heed to injuries (2 Sam. 19:19).

It is easy in the world to live after the worlds opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.

Go cherish your soul; express companions; set your habits to a life of solitude; then will the faculties rise fair and full within.