Quotes About Solitude

The world is too quiet without you nearby.

You ask why I love you. For this: You are a minute of quiet in a loud shouting world.

I die a little, In the echo of your silence.

...some of the best love poems have been written by monks and nuns...

Just when you may think the world has given up on you, take a look at your self, and remember the 1 person you can always turn to.

Amo la sombra y la oscuridad, y prefiero, cuando puedo, estar a solas con mis pensamientos.

a sort of journal which I can write in whenever I feel inclined. I do not suppose there will be much interest to other people; but it is not intended for them.

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight. --10 August

Despair has its own calms

I am no longer young, and my heart, through weary years of mourning over the dead, is not attuned to mirth. Moreover, the walls of my castle are broken. The shadows are many, and the wind breathes cold through the broken battlements and casements. I love the shade and the shadow, and I would be alone with my thoughts when I may

It is whispered that death has his kingdom in the solitudes beyond the marshes, and lives in a castle so awful to look at that no one has ever seen it. Also it is told that all the evil things that live in the marshes are the disobedient children of death who have left their home and cannot find their way back again

É estranho como uma coisa que fui ensinado a considerar com desagrado e como idolatria seja, em um momento de solidão e dificuldade, uma fonte de ajuda. Será que há algo na essência da coisa em si, ou será ela um meio, uma ajuda tangível, na transmissão de lembranças de simpatia e acolhimento?

No debe estar solo; porque estar solo es estar lleno de miedos y temores.

The clock was striking one as I was in the Crescent, and there was not a soul in sight.

Hello, cell. How are you? Still dank and dirty? Me? I've taken up a new habit: talking to my cell. It's like talking to myself but slightly more pathetic.

And sometimes I sit there late at night or early in the morning, and I think about the vastness of the ocean, of the sky, of the spaces between us and the nearest stars, about the incredible, unfathomable bigness of it all.

The fact is, there's a difference between being alone and being lonely; I may not of been completely alone in life, but I was definitely lonely.

I kept staring into the blackness of the woods, drawn into the darkness as I always had been. I suddenly realized how alone I was. (But this is how you travel, the wind whispered back, this is how you've always lived.)

if you're alone nothing bad can happen to you.

estaba tan por encima de la ciudad que tenías la impresión de contemplar un mundo enorme y abandonado que se extendía en cuadrículas anónimas, una vista que confirmaba que estabas mucho más solo de lo que creías.

While taking a piss in the men's room, I stare into a thin, web-like crack above the urinal's handle and think to myself that if I were to disappear into that crack, say somehow miniaturize and slip into it, the odds are good that no one would notice I was gone. No … one … would … care.

Have you ever wished that you could disappear from all this?

It's hard being quiet when one's imagination is so loud

will eventually find myself an isolated misanthrope