Quotes About Solitude

When you've got the road to yourself, it's the most amazing feeling.

I mostly write on my own, walking, outside.

Mostly, I just want to be in my house reading and writing.

I had a couple of friends, but I was mostly the kid with his nose in a book.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.

The great shapes of the hills, embrowned and glowing with the molten hues of autumn, are all about him: the towering summits, wild and lonely, full of joy and strangeness and their haunting premonitions of oncoming winter soar above him, the gulches, gorges, gaps, and wild ravines, fall sheer and suddenly away with a dizzy terrifying steepness, and all the time the great train toils slowly down from the mountain summits with the sinuous turnings of an enormous snake.

He had come down to the empty house exultantly, tasting its delicious silence, the cool mustiness of indoors, and a solitary afternoon with great calf volumes.

I have a room all to myself; it is nature.

There's a big difference between being alone and being lonely. And I'm guessing that once you've discovered this distinction you can't go back to solitary confinement without serious emotional repercussions.

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.

Sometimes the bravest thing in the world was to sit through the night and feel the cold in your bones.

He wanted to know her. Intimate secrets: Why poetry? Why so sad? Why that grayness in her eyes? Why so alone? Not lonely, just alone—riding her bike across campus or sitting off by herself in the cafeteria—even dancing, she danced alone—and it was the aloneness that filled him with love

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, except there's still this sound you can't hear.

I drank some chocolate milk and then lay down on the sofa in my "living" room, not really sad, just floating; trying to imagine what it was to be dead. Nothing much came to me. I remember closing my eyes and whispering her name, trying to make her come back. As we stared at each other, neither of us moving, I felt some...thing go shut in my heart while something else swung open

Not a minister, he said, but I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, except there's still this sound you can't hear.

Sometimes the bravest thing on Earth was to sit through the night and feel the cold in your bones.

I live in my head all day long and the world is a little dreamy.

If inner peace is the true objective, would I win it in exile?

There's a sad feeling in a place people have just walked out of and left behind.

It's how I fill the time when nothing's happening, thinking too much, flirting with melancholy

Few landscapes have been so deeply known. And fewer still have been so lightly inhabited.

Then I am alone, he told himself. I am the last of the Jedi.

Which meant he was alone here. Even more alone than he'd realized. He took a deep breath. He wasn't alone. The Force was with him.

i am a trickster who doesn't know solitude