Quotes About Solitude

We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea. Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circle of black boulders. No one saw we were there and everyone who had ever been there stood silently in air. Where else do we ever have to go, and why?

I wondered stony afternoons owning all their vastness.

No one lives in these regions of rock and sun. It is a lucky part of the world; to grow old without buildings and roadways, to dissolve quietly without feeling stunned.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story and the delicious ache of the last page.

TO do much clear thinking a man must arrange for regular periods of solitude when he can concentrate and indulge his imagination without distraction. -Thomas A. Edison.

There are men and women so lonely they believe God, too, is lonely.

One of the greatest necessities in America is to discover creative solitude.

There are some people so lonely, they think God is lonely too-

Apuré el último sorbo de café y ña contemplé en silencio unos instante. Pensé en lo mucho que deseaba refugiarme en aquella mirada huidiza que se temía transparente, vacía. Pensé en la soledad que iba a asaltarme aquella noche cuando me despidiece de ella, sin más trucos ni historias con que engañar su compañía. Pensé en lo poco que tenía que ofrecerle y en lo mucho que quería recibir de ella.

Com o tempo, a solidão mete-se dentro de nós e não sai mais.

I decided that my existence would be one of books and silence.

He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people... I got the feeling that Julián was living in the past, locked in his memories. Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them - a comfortable prison of his own design. You say this as if you envied him. There are worse prisons than words.

I wondered what on earth she saw in me that could make her want to befriend me, other than a pale reflection of herself, an echo of solitude and loss. In my ..reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and second hand dreams

Someone who lives alone, I thought. You end up becoming what you see in the eyes of those you love.

I've learnt that solitude is sometimes a path that leads to peace

I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.

Me abrumó la soledad que desprendía su persona y, a un tiempo, creí ver en su interior un abismo infinito al que no podía evitar asomarme.

I carried the trace of her lips, of her breath on my skin through streets full of faceless people escaping from offices and shops.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if I didn't stop, if I kept on walking, I wouldn't notice that the world I thought I knew was no longer there.

Le hablé de cómo hasta aquel momento no había comprendido que aquélla era una historia de gente sola, de ausencias y de pérdida, y que por esa razón me había refugiado en ella hasta confundirla con mi propia vida, como quien escapa a través de las páginas de una novela porque aquellos a quien necesita amar son sólo sombras que viven en el alma de un extraño.

Even then my only friends were made of paper and ink.

The most sincere pain is experienced alone.

I wandered off, walking through streets that seemed emptier than ever, thinking that if i didn't stop, if I kept on walking, i wouldn't notice that the world I knew was no longer there.

My only company was the incessant clacking of the typewriter echoing in the darkened hall and the large clock on the wall exhausting the minutes left until dawn.