Quotes About Solitude

Sometimes these cogitations still amazeThe troubled midnight and the noon's repose.

And we all go with them, into the silent funeral,Nobody's funeral, for there is no one to bury.I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon youWhich shall be the darkness of God.

What is hell? Hell is oneself. Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to escape to. One is always alone.

I built my hut in a zone of human habitation,Yet near me there sounds no noise of horse or coach. Would you know how that is possible?A heart that is distant creates a wilderness around it.

Ever been in Jail? No. But I'm often alone.

The hunter that travels out into the woods is lost to the world, yet finds himself.

Real travel is not about the highlights with which you dazzle your friends once you're home. It's about the loneliness, the solitude, the evenings spent by yourself, pining to be somewhere else. Those are the moments of true value. You feel half proud of them and half ashamed and you hold them to your heart.

There is nothing like a train journey for reflection.

During the days I felt myself slipping into a kind of madness. Solitary confinement has an astonishing effect on the mind. The trip was to stay calm and keep myself occupied. I spent hours working out how to break free. But trying to escape would have been instant suicide.

Sometimes, I just want to run away from it all - Fruits Basket

Ultimately...we're all alone in this world

I want to go to the mountains, I want to go to the sea, I want to go to a place where no one knows me, I want to be lost among the people who speak a language I don't understand at all.

The thing is, I am so lonely I can hardly breathe.

The reason for not getting married was that I just didn't have a partner to get married to. Climbing mountains was more attractive to me than marriage, or other fun things like that.

We need solitude, because when we're alone, we're free from obligations, we don't need to put on a show, and we can hear our own thoughts.

I read a lot. I always have, but in those two years I gorged myself on books with a voluptuous, almost erotic gluttony. I would go to the local library and take out as many as I could, and then lock myself in the bedsit and read solidly for a week. I went for old books, the older the better--Tolstoy, Poe, Jacobean tragedies, a dusty translation of Laclos--so that when I finally resurfaced, blinking and dazzled, it took me days to stop thinking in their cool, polished, crystalline rhythms.

If I had to get there without friends, I could do it. Had been doing it. I'd never met anyone who brought me somewhere I wanted to stay, looked at me and saw someone I wanted to be for good; anyone who was worth giving up the more I wanted down the line.

I had forgotten even how to want something slow, something soft, something with wide spaces and its own sure-footed swaying rhythms.

Few deaths can match the refined agony of being the one left behind

till one day she got in a car and she just kept driving.

The place makes it clear that whoever lives there has only themselves to please.

You asked me what I wanted. I spent a lot of time asking myself the same thing. By a year or two ago, I had come to the conclusion that I truly wanted only two things in this world: the company of my friends, and the opportunity for unfettered thought.

So you just like the country." "I do, yeah. The city wouldn't suit me. Hearing other people's noise all day and all night.

How else, except through being alone for a while, could you ever discover who you really are? But