Quotes About Solitude

Straight, as if sawn down from turf to beach, the cliff shuts off the human world, for the sea knows no time and no era; you cannot tell what century it is from the face of the sea. (The Breeze on Beachy Head)

Estás intentando emborracharte? - Por supuesto que sí. Si tengo que hablar conmigo mismo, no veo qué necesidad hay de hacerlo sobrio.

I will tell you what I have learned myself. For me, a long five or six mile walk helps. And one must go alone and every day. BRENDA UELAND

Spending time in solitude with your artist child is essential to self-nurturing.

the pain that underlies all pain: the pain that we are all, as Rilke phrases it, "unutterably alone.

The reward for attention is always healing. It may begin as the healing of a particular pain—the lost lover, the sickly child, the shattered dream. But what is healed, finally, is the pain that underlies all pain: the pain that we are all, as Rilke phrases it, "unutterably alone.

You do not take anyone on this artist date but you and your inner artist, a.k.a. your creative child. That means no lovers, friends, spouses, children—no taggers-on of any stripe.

Una vez a la semana, regálate una experiencia lúdica en solitario. Haz algo que te resulte muy placentero. Opta por algo divertido, algo que estimule tu imaginación. Planifica la cita con antelación con el fin de esperarla con expectación. Permítete ser juguetón. Sé joven de espíritu.

It's odd to spend your vacation with someone else's music especially when you're alone. You're free to let loose, unobserved, but someone else has chosen the words you belt out in private, the rythms you can dance to like a fool.

the monotony of quiet creativity, imagination fueled by routine and isolation

He pictured her living alone in that tranquil house with its fine old furnishings, tending her flowers and fruit trees.

Me and my books, in the same apartment: like a gherkin in its vinegar.

Insofar as I liked doing things by myself, it was partly for the pleasure of telling her about them afterwards.

Old love is a row of beach huts in November.

You like this stuff?' she asked neutrally. 'Good to dance to,' I replied, a little defensively. 'Do you dance to it? Here? In your room? By yourself?' 'No, not really.' Though of course I did.

Viver sozinho tem momentos de auto-comiseração e paranóia.

Point One. I'm not a go-between. Whatever you say stays in thisroom and it doesn't get leaked back. Point Two. I'm not a shrink, I'm not some kind of advice centre, I don't even much like listening to other people's woes. [...] Point Three. I'm just an old soak whose life hasn't worked out and who lieves alone with her dogs. So I'm not an authority on anything.

Gustave's last years are arid and solitary. He

Está la cuestión de la soledad. Pero no es como te la imaginas (si alguna vez has intentado imaginarla). Hay dos tipos de soledad esenciales: la de quienes no han encontrado a nadie a quien amar, y la de quienes se han visto privados del ser amado. El primero es el peor. Nada es comparable a la soledad del alma en la adolescencia

I've never been afraid of the dark. I'm more afraid of the day, of people. I love the night. The solitude. Well, I don't love it. I don't feel love. I hate people, so I hope when I get there it isn't crowded. I hope the light is a momentary phenomenon and the other side is completely black. And silent.

But we never say, the pool. Because the pool is ours and ours alone. It's my own secret Valhalla.

At the end I am always alone.

There is the darkness of a moonless night out of doors, and there is the darkness of a house with its shutters closed and the lamps quenched. There is the darkness of sleep, relieved by the bright images of dreams. But no darkness is as complete, as blanketing, as terrifying as the utter darkness of underground.

My heart was full of the loneliness that follows merriment.