Quotes About Solitude

The reveries of two solitary souls prepare the sweetness of loving.

I am alone so I dream of the being who has cured my solitude, who would be cured by solitudes. With its life, it brought me the idealizations of life, all the idealizations which give life a double, which lead life toward it summits, which make the dreamer too live by splitting...

If I were asked to name the chief benefit of the house, I should say: the house shelters day-dreaming, the house protects the dreamer, the house allows one to dream in peace.

je traverse des jours de miettes de pain la nuit couleur de vin dans les caves je traverse le cercle de l'ennui perroquet dans la ville il fait les yeux des chiens malades

It's not so much about killing an animal, it's being at peace and you don't have to worry about all the other things that go on. That's a couple of hours a week that you get to escape but it's nice to do that.

For a long time she flew, only when she thought no one else was watching.

Quiet Spaces We had gone far enough together to listen easily in the quiet spaces.

I've always liked the time before dawn because there's no one around to remind me who I'm supposed to be so it's easier to remember who I am.

There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by my self.

Noah had complained for so long about wanting to be left alone. Now he had his wish—to the utmost. He was finally, totally and utterly, alone. And he realized what a complete selfish fool he had been.

It was a magnificent setting in a remote part of the world. My kind of place.

Fame always brings loneliness. Success is as ice cold and lonely as the North Pole.

And the bell jangled, the driver started. The bus whirled off, to the last stop, the lonely room, the lonely night.

Sleep now, Alone in the sleeves of grief, Listening to clothes falling And your flesh touching God;

Hugo headed off toward the door to leave, but the bookstore was warm and quiet, and the teetering piles of books fascinated him.

When he woke, she was gone. He lay for a long while looking up at the tent roof, wondering how much he cared. He needed company, although he was never wholly comfortable with it; he needed a woman, although he was never wholly happy with one. He wanted to talk, although he knew most talk was an admission of non-communication.

He began talking to an imagined woman, achieving an eloquence that was never his when he was face to face with anyone else.

It's empty where kings live.

Each wave was the only wave.

An overcrowded world is the ideal place in which to be lonely.

It's a funny thing in my job: you remain perpetually lonely in a world where loneliness is the rarest commodity.

Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can't Stop Talking.

Introverts shun social situations because, Greta Garbo—style,

they simply want to be alone.