Quotes About Solitude

I'm so lonely I don't even want to be with myself anymore.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

Silence. There are times it's the only thing I want and I wonder how I'll ever go back to the world of noise and distraction.

Let's not talk about how I am. It's a subject I know too much about to want to think about anymore.

Now we shall both be alone, and I shall have no way of making you understand.' 'I don't want to make it easier for you,' I said; 'I hope your heart may break; but I do understand.

But we may go further, and affirm most truly, that it is a mere and miserable solitude to want true friends; without which the world is but a wilderness.

Isolation hones the inner voice, the unspoken dialogue between the selves – and surely there are many selves within each of us. Some uglier than others.' There

As if true honesty belonged to solitude, since to be witnessed was to perform, and performance was inherently false since it invited expectation.

There are times, Kruppe murmurs, when celibacy born of sad deprivation becomes a boon, nay, a source of great relief.

An end to my fear of being alone. An end to a soul's solitude, when death at last arrives. There is something in that, something in there, that comforts.

There are no singular tales. A life in solitude is a life rushing to death. But a blind man will never rush; he but feels his way, as befits an uncertain world.

She held herself straight, moving slowly, making her way towards the head of the column. And of all the journeys she had undertaken, since the very beginning, this one – from the back of the column to its head – was the longest one she had ever travelled. And, as ever, she travelled it alone.

I have my throne, I have my sword, I have an empire. But I have . . . no-one.

There were many kinds of freedom, and the most precious ones were secret.

Worse, this vast sense of loss … without the ability to trust – anyone. Without that, what do I see in the life awaiting me? Naught but solitude, and thus, nothing of value.

I am not empty inside. I am not at peace.' The word seemed to startle him. 'Peace? I spoke not of peace. In absence, Korya, there is yearning.' His strange eyes focused on her. 'Do you not so yearn?

When memories have returned, Trull Sengar, solitude is an illusion, for every silence is filled by a clamorous search for meaning.

We are all lone souls. It pays to know humility, lest the delusion of control, of mastery, overwhelms. And indeed, we seem a species prone to that delusion, again and ever again . . .

Peace reigned in silence, inside and out, in isolation and exhaustion.

Isolation hones the inner voice, the unspoken dialogue between the selves

You were talking to yourself, Udinaas. You shouldn't do that.' 'That's what I keep telling myself.

They each mourn alone, even when in the same place. Grief is the most solitary of all feelings. Grief isolates, and every ritual, every gesture, every embrace, is a hopeless effort to break through that isolation. None of it works. The forms crumble and dissolve. To face death is to stand alone.

To be alone is to be ill, Warlord, not just spiritually, but physically as well.

God, my children, is the wilderness.