Quotes About Solitude

It's harder than I imagined, to be alone.

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

Sometimes the house is so quiet I feel like the only noise that fills my mind is what I've created myself. Remembered conversations come back to me as if my friends and family were right here in the room.

Why do I go outside at one a.m. and search the stars as though I'd numbered them?

It was more or less late afternoon and I came over a hilltop and smack in front of me was the sunset.

Soul Mountain, the story of one man's quest for inner peace and freedom.

Tú sabes que no hago nada más que hablarme a mí mismo para distraer mi soledad. Sabes que mi soledad es irremediable, nadie puede consolarme, no puedo recurrir a otro que a mí como interlocutor de mis discusiones. En este largo monólogo, <> es el objeto de mi relato, en realidad es un yo que me escucha atentamente, <> no es más que me propia sombra.

In common with other bookish types, I have always existed partly in the shadows. Skulked around the edges of things. Chosen quiet times and deserted places. Enjoyed the gloomy nooks and crannies of life. Maybe assumed that this was true for everyone and learned to have just enough of a daytime public face to pass, while I retreated into my own elsewhere. And this was something I always enjoyed: the ability to maintain a secret elsewhere life.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state… something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?

La soledad es algo que sólo existe en la mente, no fuera de ella, y, que, como un virus, es incapaz de sobrevivir sin un anfitrión que lo acoja.

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is neutral state; [...]. Is it possible? That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me. Is it true? Could Denny have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which is something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?

Did he understand, as those interminable minutes ticked by, that being alone is not the same as being lonely? That being alone is a neutral state; [...]. Is it possible? That which is around me does not affect my mood; my mood affects that which is around me. Is it true? Could Denny have possibly appreciated the subjective nature of loneliness, which is something that exists only in the mind, not in the world, and, like a virus, is unable to survive without a willing host?

being alone is not the same as being lonely?

Biti sam je nevtralno stanje - slepa riba na dnu oceana: brez o?i in brez mnjenja. Je možno? Kar me obdaja, ne vpliva na moje razpoloženje, marve? moje razpoloženje vpliva na tisto, kar me obdaja.

You love them all the more for their concern, but wish they'd get it through their heads that there are some people who don't need the constant companionship of other human beings in order to feel that their life has meaning." From "...He Didn't Even Leave a Note...

A life lived in loneliness is no life at all." -"Mail-Order Annie

Although one's friends and family will gather for support in the event of a human death, those who grieve for a pet will most likely go home at night to a house that feels empty and abandoned.

In dark hours," the poet W. H. Auden wrote of his dog Rolfi, "your silence may be of more help than many two-legged comforters.

My drafting table, where I drew The Far Side for most of my career, faced a window that overlooked a beautiful garden; beyond the garden was a lake, and beyond the lake Mount Rainier rose majestically into the Washington sky. I worked at night.

It's funny: I'm a lifelong musician, but because I principally play the piano it's been a solitary thing.

Maybe this is who I really am. Not a loner, exactly. But someone who can be alone.

As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth . . . the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth, the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. I try to hold both history and the wilderness in mind, that my poems may approach the true measure of things and stand against the unbalance and ignorance of our times.

I'll be the invisible girl, Everyone passing through me, No one touching.

Here is Menard's own intimate forest: 'Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade...I live in great density...Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage...In the forest, I am my entire self. Everything is possible in my heart just as it is in the hiding places in ravines. Thickly wooded distance separates me from moral codes and cities.