Quotes About Solitude

C'mon. Just a plate of food, and I promise, you don't have to talk to anyone. You can just perch yourself in the corner, eat a plate of ribs, and glower." She winked. "You know, be your usual self.

What happens in Montana stays in Montana, Glo.

floating away from me like a cloud on the wind.

I would argue that it might be easier to endure loneliness than to endure the idea that you might disappear.

There is nothing more melancholy than empty festive places.

The library is an easy place to be when you have no place you need to go and a desire to be invisible.

a brutal sense of loneliness, eased only by a place like the library, where lonely people can feel slightly less lonely together.

A library is a good place to soften solitude; a place where you feel part of a conversation that has gone on for hundreds and hundreds of years even when you're all alone.

No matter how much help you ask for, cultivating these spiritual qualities is something you have to do within yourself, and it requires solitude. So if you feel like locking your door, closing the blinds, and retreating from the world, this is probably a good idea. Sit with the darkness. Allow it to teach you. This is a very brave thing to do.

Very few people are original. There's very little original anything out there. Because to be original means you have to stand alone.

No sleeping in the places of death.

We need quiet time to examine our lives openly and honestly. . . spending quiet time alone gives your mind an opportunity to renew itself and create order.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.

Volume depends precisely on the writer's having been able to sit in a room every day, year after year, alone.

I want to be able to be alone, to find it nourishing - not just a waiting.

You're never alone when you're reading a book.

In my mind are all the tides, their seasons, their ebbs and their flows. In my mind are all the halls, the endless procession of them, the intricate pathways. When this world becomes too much for me, when I grow tired of the noise and the dirt and the people, I close my eyes and I name a particular vestibule to myself; then I name a hall.

I have a scholar's love of silence and solitude. To sit and pass hour after hour in idle chatter with a roomful of strangers is to me the worst sort of torment.

I'll be here," I said. I shuddered, perhaps from a draft. "I know," he said. And he left.

It upsets her that I do not have a boyfriend. She claims to understand why she does not have one, but she thinks it is preposterous that I don't. Both my clothes and my solitary life being instances of my unwillingness to seek romance.

sentimentality being an emotion that for me usually attends later in the night.

Give me my Scallop shell of quiet.

The egg was too spinsterly-looking a snack, too lonely-seeming, and I did not want to be lectured about my diet. Or my loneliness.

Nowhere could I find peace.