Quotes About Solitude

nothing like a hot bath in a cold world.

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness

I felt better being alone.

Dentro y solo de nuevo, y la locura de la noche la locura del día.

there are some people who must always go somewhere. 'let's go to a movie!' 'let's go boating!' 'let's get laid!' 'screw all that stuff,' I always say, 'just let me sit here.

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 that ever. There is a place in the heart that will never be filled and we will wait and wait in that place.

I don't like people

Él era un hombre muy feo, su rostro cubierto de cicatrices. Pero si lo veías por un largo rato podías descubrir su belleza. La belleza la tenía en sus ojos, en su estilo y en su rabiosa soledad.

ama genellikle, o en yoÄŸun ve tutkulu anlarda, bir kez daha sinema salonunda etraf?ndaki çiftler kumrular gibi f?s?lda??rken elindeki patlam?? m?s?r torbas?yla bir ba??na oturan yaln?z adam olmay? arzulard?m.

It was best to stay away from other writers and just do your work…

Attenti a quelli che cercano continuamente la folla, da soli non sono nessuno.

Cuidado com os que sempre procuram multidões; eles não são nada sozinhos

I feel for the lonely, I sense their need, but I also feel that the lonely are for one another and that they should find each other and leave me alone.

under bridges is only air.

My ideal life is a quiet one. I like to read, to sit still in the same chair, with the lampshade at a certain angle, alone, or with Meagan nearby, and now and then, if I'm lucky, I'll come across a lovely phrase or fine sentiment, look up from my book, and feel the harmony of some notion, the justice of it, and know that everything is there. That's life to me, those privately discovered moments.

Among the scenes which are deeply impressed on my mind, none exceed in sublimity the primeval forests undefaced by the hand of man; whether those of Brazil, where the powers of Life are predominant, or those of Tierra del Fuego, where Death and decay prevail. Both are temples filled with the varied productions of the God of Nature: -- no one can stand in these solitudes unmoved, and not feel that there is more in man than the mere breath of his body.

I am dying by inches, from not having any body to talk to about insects...

to express the feelings of a naturalist who, for the first time, has wandered by himself in a Brazilian forest.

My idea of happiness is a rainy evening with a comfortable book to read.

Do I like being alone so much? Yes—sometimes! Nonsense! I like it very well. So delightful to shut one's eyes and recite aloud without fear of being overheard, or dream golden dreams without the dread of being disturbed; or better still, write page after page with none to cry "Put down that pen before you kill yourself" or read some favorite author as long as one chooses, without having the extinguisher placed over the candle as a night cap.

the you you are with others is not you. To be lonesome is to be who you most fully are.

Still, Luce held firm to the belief that quiet and solitude were good for you, offering peace, or at least hope for peace.

By now he had stared at the window through a late summer so hot and wet that the air both day and night felt like breathing through a dishrag, so damp it caused fresh sheets to sour under him and tiny black mushrooms to grow overnight from the limp pages of the book on his bedside table. Inman suspected that after such long examination, the grey window had finally said all it had to say.

When Ada disappeared into the trees, it was like a part of the richness of the world had gone with her. He had been alone in the world and empty for so long. But she filled him full, and so he believed everything that had been taken out of him might have been for a purpose. To clear space for something better.