Quotes About Solitude

Sou sociável ao excesso. Por isso me parece razoável subtrair da vista das pessoas a minha importunidade para incubá-la sozinho, e encolher-me e recolher-me em minha carapaça, como as tartarugas. Aprendo a ver os homens sem a eles me agarrar: isso seria um ultraje quando o passo é tão cambaleante.

ÇizilmiÅŸ bir yolda yürümek ve yaln?z kendi hayat?ndan sorumlu olmak ruh için büyük bir rahatl?kt?r.

This is a street where the weaker souls crawl into bed as soon as the sun sets and lie awake listening to the rats.

Isserley walked along the path the generations of sheep-flocks had made, up the tiers of the hill. In her mind, she was already

You're not losing me. I'm just going away for a while. I'll be Ã¢â'¬Â¦

It should be possible to discuss what I have put forward. Sometimes, when it has not been a good lecture, it would need very little, just one question, to put everything straight. However, this question never comes. The group effect in France makes any genuine discussion impossible. And as there is no feedback, the course is theatricalized. My relationship with the people there is like that of an actor or an acrobat. And when I have finished speaking, a sensation of total solitude ...

When I'm stymied, troubled, or sad, I go to that sun-warmed stone bench where my soul—subdued by deadlines, to-do lists, by my incessant inner chatter—unfurls and stretches like a cat. Should I never enter the sanctuary again, I'd always find succor in our leaf-littered paths and courtyards. The old deodars and oaks are like calm, noble parents. I always leave feeling new. Just driving by the property, my soul stirs.

Hay una vieja expresión que dice: «A la miseria le gusta estar acompañada», y la gente que sufre en el infierno no quiere estar sola.

Dead, blank, empty air surrounded me, like the moment after the fridge stops humming and you think the silence is a new sound.

Pedro had two private places he liked best, places where he was completely happy to be alone with a basketball, places where he did his

For an addict there is one pleasure of which no one can deprive him—his ability to spend his time in absolute solitude. And solitude means deep, significant thought; it means, calm, contemplation—and wisdom.

A morphine addict has one piece of good fortune, which nobody can take away from him—the capacity to spend his life in total solitude. And solitude means important, significant ideas, it means contemplation, tranquillity, wisdom...

People walked past Margarita Nokilaevna. Some man gave the well-dressed woman a sidelong glace, attracted by her beauty and her solitude. He coughed and sat down at the end of the same bench that Margarita Nikolaevana was sitting on. Plucking up his courage, he began: 'Definitely nice weather today. . .' But Margarita gave him such a dark look that he got up and left.

For an addict there is one pleasure of which no one can deprive him—his ability to spend his time in absolute solitude. And solitude means deep, significant thought; it means, calm, contemplation—and wisdom. The night flows on, black and silent. Somewhere out there is the bare leafless forest, beyond it the river, the chill air of autumn. Far away lies the strife-torn, restless city of Moscow. Nothing concerns me, I need nothing and there is nowhere for me to go.

A quarter of an hour later, Ruikhin sat in complete solitude, hunched over his bream, drinking glass after glass, understanding and recognizing that it was no longer possible to set anything right in his life, that it was only possible to forget.

During abstinence, I'm frightened of rustling noises, people are hateful to me. I'm afraid of them. During the euphoria I love them all, but I prefer solitude.

The right place to live is behind cream-coloured blinds.

On a Bare Hill's Top... On a bare hill's top, in the North, wild and cold, A lone pine-tree somewhere stands; She dozes, swaying, all covered by snow With a mantel from feet to a head. She sees in her dreams: in a faraway desert, In lands where the sun enters skies, Alone and sad, on a rock's sunburnt lather, A beautiful palm-tree abides.

Yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close your eyes!

Solitude: a sweet absence of looks.

Laughter, on the other hand, Petrarch went on, is an explosion that tears us away from the world and throws us back into our own cold solitude. Joking is a barrier between man and the world. Joking is the enemy of love and poetry. That's why I tell you yet again, and you want to keep in mind: Boccaccio doesn't understand love. Love can never be laughable. Love has nothing in common with laughter.

When his wife was at his side, she was also in front of him, marking out the horizon of his life. Now the horizon is empty: the view has changed.

It's not your enemies who condemn you to solitude, it's your friends

Of course, these were only dreams. How could a sensible woman leave a happy marriage? All the same, a seductive voice from afar kept breaking into her conjugal peace: it was the voice of solitude.