Quotes About Solitude

Even in my most secluded moments, I was never truly alone.

Fey little maid. So lonely, and yet not.

We need the slower and more lasting stimulus of solitary reading as a relief from the pressure on eye, ear and nerves of the torrent of information and entertainment pouring from ever-open electronic jaws. It could end by stupefying us.

Getting through the nights is the toughest part. Being alone. Not having her there to talk to.

Someone stood on the portico leaning on a shovel.

Sometimes we want to get away from the busy and hectic city life to find solace in the raging waves of the ocean pounding on the rocks or the turbulent splashing of a bubbling waterfall. At other times we are amazed by the immovable silence of a mountain or the gentle caress of a river overjoyed tat its union with the sea. The topography of a region speaks to each one of us--a secret language that people from all facets of life understand and relate to.

Personally, I'd rather grow old alone than in the company of anyone I've met so far. I don't experience myself as lonely, incomplete, or unfulfilled, but I don't talk about that much. It seems to piss people off--especially men. (Kinsey Millhone)

You try to keep life simple but it never works, and in the end all you have left is yourself.

She had carved out this space for herself, carved it, it sometimes felt, with her bare hands. She had made it small and unaccommodating by design. No one else fit. No room.

This is how it happens," he said again, quietly and near tears. "They go, one by one, and before you know it, the room is empty.

Place is of consequence only to the extent that it encourages or demands the confrontation of the self by the self, which is solitude's true vocation.

She liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.

I couldn't think of anything to say so I kept quiet. I still can't think of anything to say so I am going to sleep.

She was alone. She missed him immediately.

For in this country, which of all civilizations has been devoted to the most exquisite consideration of the interior life—of the form, structure, and purpose of the self—we are individually multiple, severally alone.

Solitude matters, and for some people it is the air that they breathe.

Why is solitude so fucking hard to achieve?

I'm not a people person. I'm not sociable. I have been and I can be, but not as a general rule.

The older I get, the more of a recluse I turn into. I love the social aspect of my work. It's like a commune and gets very intense and very sociable. Then when I am not working, I shut myself away, so I can see myself living up a mountain.

I'm the least sociable person ever.

I wouldn't say I'm that social... I'm either sailing my boat by myself or living in some small place.

As an introverted kid who lived in the middle of nowhere, my stories made up the whole of my social life. That meant that while other kids cultivated hobbies like skateboarding or playing the piano, I sat at home scribbling in notebooks.

I don't party or drink or have a social life.

I don't do much on social media. I don't really want people knowing about my life.