Quotes About Solitude

I spend most nights at home falling in love with the idea of you.

Anyone who feels to much or radiates extremity gets very lonely.

People will come in your life and bring instant joy like a rainbow or wreak havoc like a hurricane. And once their duty is done the presence will away leaving you to live alone.

Your heartbeat is a lullaby that puts my loneliness to sleep.

Una geiko de categoría es maestra en el arte de crear un ambiente de distensión y esparcimiento, sin embargo, yo no disfruto en particular con la compañía de otros. Una geiko de renombre nunca está sola, pero yo siempre he amado la soledad. ¿No es extraño? Parece que hubiese escogido de forma deliberada el camino que entrañaba para mí mayores dificultades, una senda que me obligase a afrontar y superar mis limitaciones personales.

As soon as I walked through the door I went straight into the closet. I rocked myself and chanted, "I'm sorry. Forgive me. I'll never do it again," over and over again in my head, like a mantra.

Some people are uncomfortable with silences. Not me. I've never cared much for call and response. Sometimes I will think of something to say and then I ask myself: is it worth it? And it just isn't.

This person realizes that staying home means blowing off everyone this person has ever known. But the desire to stay in is very strong. This person wants to run a bath and then read in bed.

Chiar cel mai bun prieten e un duÈ™man în ceasurile grele. Atunci trebuie s? r?mâi singur. Trebuie s? izbândeÈ™ti sau s? fii înfrânt, singur.

Un gând izvorât ÅŸi organizat în singur?tate e întodeauna un gând neterminat.Nu pentru c? cel care îl gândeÅŸte nu are curajul sau puterea s?-l duc? mai departe.Ci pur ÅŸi simplul pentru c?,dup? o anumit? margine,nu-l mai interseaz?.

There are no windows within the dark house of depression through which to see others, only mirrors.

Later that evening I lay down in Min's empty bed upstairs and pulled her white sheet up over my head. I felt for my kneecaps and hip bones. I lay perfectly still, arms down, palms up. I closed my eyes and pretended I was floating in space, then at sea, then not floating at all.I hummed an old Beach Boys tune. In my room... Min had taught me how to play it on her guitar when we were kids.

She lived in her head and that's why it glowed.

I feel safe in the car, alone and protected. I can see people milling about in the parking lot but they can't see me. Well, they can but they think I'm insane so they look away which is the same as being invisible.

When I was living alone in Montreal, heartbroken over a lost love, she sent me a quote from Paul Valéry. One word per letter, thought, so it took me months to figure out. Breath, dreams, silence, invincible calm... you will triumph.

Treba ostati logi?an, jer bilo kako bilo, logika nikada nije nepouzdan vodi?. Istina je: bio sam prili?no sam, ali osamljenost još uvijek nije dokaz da ?ovjek nema pravo.

S ljudima zajedno smrdi, ali je toplo. U samo?ama – prazno.

Istina je: bio sam prili?no sam ali osamljenost još uvijek nije dokaz da ?ovjek nema pravo

But she wasn't around, and that's the thing when your parents die, you feel like instead of going in to every fight with backup, you are going into every fight alone.

When we are most alone is when we embrace another's loneliness.

Why are we embarrassed by silence? What comfort do we find in all the noise?

Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge.

At that moment i felt lonelier than i'd ever felt before, and that loneliness seemed to squat in my lungs and crush all but my most minimal breathing. There was nothing left to say. Not about this. Not about anything.

I believe he died this way on purpose. I believe he wanted no chilling moments, no one to witness his last breath and be haunted by it, the way he had been haunted by his mother's death-notice telegram or by his father's corpse in the city morgue.