Quotes About Solitude

My head was a stage wrapped in a curtain of black velvet, and on the stage stood a single actress, named Naomi.

I do not want any man to see me suffer.

but back then, in those first days, I was so alone that every day was like eating my own heart.

The best part about being alone is that you really don't have to answer to anybody. You do what you want.

Loneliness—since I was trying to escape it—was hell; and yet for the hermit who seeks it, it is apparently happiness.

Lost in the crowd, it's all right to pretend for a moment to be no one.

Perhaps the act of writing is necessary only when nothing happens.

Gândul acesta îi st?ruia într-un ungher al conÅŸtiinÅ£ei, ca o ruf? ud?, acolo unde, singur?, b?taia inimii era dureros de clar?.

Surely I have made too much of my loneliness. I thought my loneliness greater than all mankind's combined.

Loneliness - since I was trying to escape it - was hell; and yet for the hermit who seeks it, it is apprently happiness.

what cheered me most was to watch the girl quietly playing with her yoyo in the shadow of the emergency stairs, unseen by anyone but me. She was burdened with a great misfortune that she could not perceive as misfortune. She did not know how much luckier she was than the rest of mankind aware of unhappiness.

Evinden ç?kman gerekmez. Masandan kalkma ve dinle. Hatta dinleme, yaln?zca bekle. Hatta bekleme bile, tamamen sessiz ve yaln?z ol. Dünya, maskesini düÅŸüresin diye, gelip kendini sunacakt?r sana, baÅŸka türlü olamaz; kendinden geçmiÅŸ bir halde k?vranacakt?r önünde.

It is not necessary that you leave the house. Remain at your table and listen. Do not even listen, only wait. Do not even wait, be wholly still and alone. The world will present itself to you for its unmasking, it can do no other, in ecstasy it will writhe at your feet. 

Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again, coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. Then the morning comes, the wavering grey turns to gold, there is stirring within me as the sleepers awake, and he softly departs.

It was better to avoid ostentatious piety and pray in the privacy of one's cell because 'if we pray when others are present, their approbation may rob our prayer of . . . its effect'.25 There would be no sudden illumination;

I turned to the animal world from the world of men; my heart was heavy with the tragedy of the night.

Getting away, it wasn't any better. Just different. And lonely. Lonelier than the wind. Emptier than the sky. More silent than the dust, piled in drifts between me and my father.

Airports and train stations are where you get to cry

We sat around our own table, an island of sad reflection in an ocean of merry din.

So many people have the TV or radio constantly turned on for company, or spend their time reading trashy novels, aimlessly surfing the Net, and so on. Then suddenly one day you are old or sick and you realize you have done nothing with your life. All your thoughts are other people's thoughts and you have no idea who you really are or what the purpose of your life might be.

Tears had rolled down his cheeks, one long drip after another, like condensation on the side of a glass.

Why were there no cries of birds, no sounds of life, other than the incessant murmur of the brooding pines?

Thus, when the universal sun has set, does the moth seek the lamp-light of privacy.

A slug is always on its own. It is a lonely insect.