Quotes About Solitude

Skaitome tam, kad nesijaustume vieniši. Skaitome d?l to, kad esame vieniši. Skaitome ir nesijau?iame vieniši. Mes nesame vieniši.

The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself.

Leemos para saber que no estamos solos. Leemos porque estamos solos. Leemos y no estamos solos. No estamos solos.

The trick could sometimes be her phone, her (and everyone else's) fortress of solitude, and a practiced absorption in it.

Skaitome tam, kad nesijaustume vieniši. Skaitome d?l to, kad esame vieniši. Skaitome ir nesijau?iame vieniši.

She savored the quiet time alone at the podium. Alone, but with people. She looked into the audience, a sea of soft, shapeless neutrals, and she wondered how many of those women loved their husbands as much as she loved Aaron.

Prendi in prestito le parole che non riesci a trovare. Leggiamo per sapere che non siamo soli. Leggiamo perché siamo soli. Leggiamo e non ci sentiamo soli. Non ci sentiamo soli.

We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart.

We read to know we're not alone. We read because we are alone. We read and we are not alone. We are not alone. My life is in these books, he wants to tell her. Read these and know my heart. We are not quite novels. The analogy he is looking for is almost there. We are not quite short stories. At this point, his life is seeming closest to that. In the end, we are collected works.

Ta ??c sách ?? bi?t mình không cô Ä'Æ¡n. Ta ??c vì cô Ä'Æ¡n. Ta ??c và không còn cô Ä'Æ¡n. Ta không cô Ä'Æ¡n n?a.

The difficulty of living alone is that any mess he makes he is forced to clean up himself. No

?ám cÆ°á»›i ?y mà, luôn khi?n ng??i ta cô Ä'Æ¡n kh?ng khi?p.

Grief is what tells you who you are alone.

gregarious hermit. I wanted the warmth of spontaneous connection and the freedom to be left alone.

On my better days, I could feel free and tough and proud of myself; on the bad ones, I was alone as hell.

I think solitude chose me.

Caroline and I had reached out to each other from similar shelters of quiet and solitude.

But as much as I complained about my solitude, I also required it. I put a high price on my freedom from obligation, of having to report to no one.

Long before I'd read a word of Virginia Woolf, I knew that, for me, a room of one's own was the ultimate prize. That a lock on the door was the power to think for oneself.

I liked my zone small, and I didn't want visitors.

The walk north was exactly the right distance to make me walk out of myself....If you walked out of yourself going north, what did you do on the return walk? Enjoyed my emptiness. Or sometimes just congratulated myself for escaping.

Nonie often remarked that every one of us needed to get away from other people and replenish our personal reserves.

day, she went directly to her chaise longue and left it only

It's harder than I imagined, to be alone. I suppose I might get used to it, like an empty canvas you slowly begin to fill.