Quotes About Solitude

I feel strangely free at such times. To behave properly is to be always courteous, always clever, and subtle and elegant. But now, when I am so alone, I do not have to be any of these things. For this moment, I am wholly myself, unshaped by the needs of others, by their dreams or expectations or sensibilities. But I am also lonely. With no one to shape me, who stands here, watching the moon, or the stars, or the clouds?

I'm alone all day. In the afternoon, thunder... the sky stitches together the loose scraps of dark.

The shack, the long hours of darkness illuminated by nothing but candles and moonlight, even the spider—he missed it all. He missed that boy he once was and could never be again. That time when the only life that mattered was his own.

Away from the bright motion of the party, she carried her sadness like a dark stone clenched in her palm.

When I loved myself enough, I would sometimes wake in the night to music playing within me.

He left the room, and closeted himself in the dark, buzzing space where he raised his wasps and plotted the courses of heavenly bodies.

We all have secret lives. The life of excretion; the world of inappropriate sexual fantasies; our real hopes, our terror of death; our experience of shame; the world of pain; and our dreams. No one else knows these lives. Consciousness is solitary. Each person lives in that bubble universe that rests under the skull, alone.

Being alone had one advantage: undisturbed time. She used it to read her Bible and study and pray. And think. In some ways, asking Jesus into her heart had been the easy part. Now she wanted to discern how His presence should affect her daily life.

From now on, the sound of my nights will be the sound of her abscence.

They see her lips moving when she is all alone and they may think that she is muttering crazy, witchy thoughtd, but I know that she is singing.

Why couldn't they leave him alone? Why couldn't every single one of them without exception whatsoever just go right away from where he was and leave him alone?

Trust me, Stryder, there is no greater pain than to let the one you love leave your side. Knowing they are out there, alone, and always wondering if they are healthy and happy. (Zenobia)

I want to be alone. (Sin) Well, how fine is that? Here it is our wedding day and you wish to spend it alone. Fine, then, call me shoe leather and have done with it. (Callie) I beg your pardon? Call you what? (Sin) Shoe leather. You know, the inconsequential matter that you treat upon without thought. (Callie)

The solitude became a habit, the habit became the man, and it crushed him into a shadow.

He seemed unaware of what was going on, stared out without hope or ambition, without worry, developing a quality devoid of qualities to get him through this life.

We share in grief and ritualize letting go and moving on, but at heart, all true grief is private. There

I kept my life in a small room with pale blue walls and brought it back little presents from the world This is for you I would say This is for you

Kiss me again. Let me imagine for a moment that you belong to me. The memory will keep me company in my solitude.

I kept my arms around Joi and my face buried deep in her hair while I waited for Peter Pan to slip through the window. I thought I needed him to tell me what I should do. But he never showed up. He left me alone with a girl who smelled of jasmine and cocoa butter. And before I fell asleep, I finally realized that was more than enough.

No one would ever find her here. Even from the high saddle there was no sign of the way she'd come, no path, no road, only the bent backs of the hills repeating themselves, over and over, on one side of the road all the way to the western mountains, on the other to the sea.

You are welcome to your intellectual pastimes and books and art and newspapers welcome, too, to your bars and your whisky that only makes me ill. Here am I in the forest, quite content.

There is nothing like being left alone again, to walk peacefully with oneself in the woods. To boil one's coffee and fill one's pipe, and to think idly and slowly as one does it.

I have gone to the forest

You are right; I am not good at moving in society. Be merciful. You do not understand me; I live in the woods by choice--that is my happiness. Here, where I am all alone, it can hurt no one that I am as I am; but when I go among others, I have to use all my will power to be as I should.