Quotes About Solitude

Todos los días eran iguales para ellos, porque estaban tan solos que nada les estorbaba

el corazón es un cazador solitario con un solo deseo! Para encontrar un consuelo duradero en los brazos del fuego de otro ... impulsado por un hambre desesperada a los brazos de una luz de neón, el corazón es un cazador solitario cuando hay señales de amor a la vista.

There is something about a dark cold night that makes you feel close to someone you're sleeping with. When you talk together it is like you are the only people awake in the town.

I know how loud the seconds can sound as you stand by a window and peer out into the night.

Only Gracie knew what it was like to wake up at night and feel how cold sheets can get on the empty side of a bed.

It was one way she had found to fill her solitary childhood, but it was more than that; the act of creation gave substance and shape to her life. It made order out of the chaos.

So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.

Close your eyes and stare into the dark.

Holly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way again.

There are certain kinds of silence that make you walk on air.

The cold, like the darkness, can become a deceptive comfort you never want to leave.

It was comforting to know she wasn't alone in feeling alone.

I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic.

i keep myself busy with things to do, but everytime i pause i still think of you..

she'd learned that the more people there were, the lonelier she felt.

She's had no one to share these thoughts with, no one but herself, and she's driving herself crazy.

She understood how it felt being surrounded by crowds of people every day, never physically being alone but all the time feeling it.

I could float and drift and not have to speak to anybody, explain anything, just swim beneath the surface. It was always my escape. It still is now. Family, life, love, search, Cecelia Ahern, The Marble Collector

If we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

The whole problem of life is this: how to break out of one's own solitude, how to communicate with others.

You can listen to silence, Reuven. I've begun to realize that you can listen to silence and learn from it. It has a quality and a dimension all its own. It talks to me sometimes. I feel myself alive in it. It talks. And I can hear it.

Weeks of longing and solitude: twin muses of creation.

Because if you imagine yourself truly alone, islanded off from everybody else, you end up facing, whether you want to or not, a lot of gnarly, unsettling questions.