Quotes About Solitude

And most of the time, I like being by myself. But when I look into my future, I see no family, no husband, no children. No warmth. I just see myself getting older and more scarred.

Three years ago, on a night like this I would have been driving my old car home alone, praying it didn't die a noble death in some snow drift. When I rolled up to the house, it would be dark. My heat would be off to save money, my bed would be cold, and if I wanted to tell someone about my day, I'd have to talk to my sword and pretend it listened. Slayer was an excellent weapon, but it never laughed at my jokes.

For a time you can be alone and doing fine and never give a thought to living any other way and then you meet someone and suddenly you become lonely.

When I come crawling home, bleeding and filthy and exhausted, the house is dark and empty.

People can share in the joke. Nobody can share in your anguish.

Tonight it was just me and him, and nothing else mattered.

Even a cry in the wilderness must be acknowledged, because someone might have heard it.

Thinking is conversation with oneself.

En el fondo, seguía siendo, y siempre sería, una niña tímida que sólo se sentía a gusto en una soledad montaraz.

La sua vita trascorreva in una continua alternanza tra il desiderio di solitudine e quello di compagnia. «Nessuno come me avrà sprecato tante energie nella conversazione più futile, e nessuno avrà tanto detestato la gente»

Non ho paura della vita pensò. Sono stati solo anni di apprendistato. Terribilmente duri, è vero, ma mi hanno temprata, hanno rafforzato il mio coraggio e il mio orgoglio. E questo mi appartiene, è la mia ricchezza inalienabile. Sono sola, ma la mia solitudine è aspra e inebriante.

As she'd hoped, the two of them were the sole occupants of this stretch of windswept beach. Sipping the steaming liquid, she let the familiar peace seep into her soul. The cerulean water sparkled in the morning sun, as if sprinkled with diamonds, and she drew in a cleansing breath of the tangy salt air. She watched a sandpiper play tag with the surf. Listed to the caw of a gull high overhead and the muted thunder of the breaking waves. Felt the breeze caress her cheek.

I've felt as if I didn't exist, as if I were invisible, miles away from the world, miles away. You can't imagine how much alone I've been all my life.

How huge it is, how empty, this great space for which I have been longing all my life. Still no letters.

One might have all sorts of reasons for avoiding people. It's none of our business.

An experience is richest not talked of.

I have no close friends, that is, no friends.

All chances of happiness are gone from me. Just being with myself is hell all the time anyway.

I could not see other human beings at present.

The whole extraordinary business was over. And I was back where I belonged, where my childhood had condemned me to be, alone, out in the cold without a coat.

But I can't do anything for him and he can't do anything for me. We must wail in our own corners.

The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction.

I hate solitude, but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction.

As for me — there is another partner waiting for me, a teacher whom I knew long ago — his name is solitude. I am glad to be back here among my English friends . . . But I shall come back here to an empty flat and close the door, and I shall lean back against the door, as I recall I used to when I was young, and breathe deeply and feel the deep relief and liberation of coming home to solitude, coming home to myself .