Quotes About Solitude

You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.

the world is better without them. only the plants and the animals are true comrades. I drink to them and with them.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

there was something about that city, though it didn't let me feel guilty that I had no feeling for the things so many others needed. it let me alone. sitting up in my bed the lights out, hearing the outside sounds, lifting my cheap bottle of wine, letting the warmth of the grape enter me as I heard the rats moving about the room, I preferred them to humans. being lost, being crazy maybe is not so bad if you can be that way undisturbed. New Orleans gave me that. nobody ever called my name.

there is a place in the heart that will never be filled a space and even during the best moments and the greatest times we will know it we will know it more than ever there is a place that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that space.

my hands dead my heart dead silence adagio of rocks the world ablaze that's the best for me.

There would never be a way for me to live comfortably with people. Maybe I'd become a monk. I'd pretend to believe in God and live in a cubicle, play an organ and stay drunk on wine. Nobody would fuck with me. I could go into a cell for months of meditation where I wouldn't have to look at anybody and they could just send in the wine.

I was alone with myself. And disgusting as I was it was better than being with somebody else, anybody else, all of them out there doing their pitiful little tricks and handsprings.

Hay cosas peores que estar solo pero a menudo toma décadas darse cuenta de ello y más a menudo cuando esto ocurre es demasiado tarde y no hay nada peor que un demasiado tarde.

sometimes all we need to be able to continue alone are the dead rattling the walls that close us in.

I know that some night in some bedroom soon my fingers will rift through soft clean hair songs such as no radio plays all sadness, grinning into flow.

I didn't like anything. Maybe I was afraid. That was it - I was afraid. I wanted to sit alone in a room with the shades down. I feasted upon that. I was a crank. I was a lunatic.

beware of those that seek constant crowds. they are nothing alone.

There is only one place to write and that is alone at a typewriter. A writer who has to go into the streets is a writer who does not know the streets.

warm light alone tonight in this house, alone with 6 cats who tell me without effort all that there is to know.

I still believe in more privacy and less talk.

Hey, Hank, I notice all the women around your place lately ... good looking stuff; you're doing all right. Sam, I say, that's not true; I am one of God's most lonely men.

being alone you decided, was a magnificent miracle. nothing else made any sense at all. —escape

The writer has no responsibility other than to jack off in bed alone and write a good page.

Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in…rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark. The less I needed the better I felt.

A i urreni njerëzit? Unë nuk i urrej ata ... Unë vetëm ndjehen mirë kur ata nuk janë përreth.

alone tonight in this house, alone with 6 cats who tell me without effort all that there is to know.

I walk out of the dark and into the dark and sit down and wait.

gratuitous masturbation of the psyche.