Quotes About Solitude

If you are looking for infinite, just close your eyes.

Estaba completamente encerrada en sí misma y en su sufrimiento. ¿Podía sacarla de su cerrazón al menos la visión del sufrimiento de otors? No. Porque el sufrimiento de los otros ocurría en un mundo que se le había ido de las manos, que ya no era suyo.

Quien busque infinito, que cierre los ojos.

Duygulardan uzak cinsellik,insan?n kederden öldüÄŸü bir çöl gibi uzar.

El gozo que le inunda requiere oscuridad. Esa oscuridad es pura, limpia, sin imágenes ni visiones, esa oscuridad no tiene final, no tiene fronteras, esa oscuridad es el infinito que cada uno de nosotros lleva dentro de sí. (¡En efecto, quien busque el infinito, que cierre los ojos!)

And he thinks he understands why she never showed him the letters: she wanted to hear the murmur of the tree by herself, without him, because he, Jean-Marc, represented the abolition of all possibilities, he was the reduction (even though it was a happy reduction) of her life to one single possibility.

Åžair kendisini kuÅŸatan kederden söz ediyor;bu kederi kald?r?p uzaklara ta??mak,kederle ev kurmak istiyor,üç yüz y?ll???na oraya kapanmak ve üç yüz y?l boyunca kap?y? açmamak,kap?y? kimselere açmamak istiyor!

they could walk along in silence without hearing their silence.

I walk alone, assaulted it seems, by tears from heaven.

Without solitude, Love will not stay long by your side.

I love tranquil solitude, And such society As is quiet, wise, and good; Between thee and me What difference? but thou dost possess The things I seek, not love them less.

I love all waste and solitary places.

Let others, worn with living / And living's aftermath, / Take Sleep to heal the heart's distress, / Take Love to be their comfortress, / Take Song or Food or Fancy Dress, / But I shall take a Bath.

I love to shut out the world sometimes and hibernate.

Immersing oneself in the problems of a book is a good way to keep from thinking of love.

I'm a very interior person. I love silence. I revel in it. I'm happy that way.

No one complains of being a prisoner of love who has ever been a prisoner of loneliness.

When you look back... on your love affairs... what you really find out is that the only person you really go to bed with is yourself.

It's been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.

I love traveling. I love just going about on my own, feeling I have no roots.

I don't know what will happen to me without you. Only you. Only you love me. Out of everyone in the world.

To the lover the loved one always appears as solitary.

Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world; doth live his own; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal love.

Forget Jack, I'm in love with the cold, dirt floor.