Quotes About Solitude

The slide changed to a picture of Kattan walking down a narrow cobblestone street, head down and collar up against what appeared to be a stiff wind. "This was taken yesterday in southern Spain. Granada to be precise.

Being alone is simple. I like the freedom of knowing that I don't have anyone to rely on and no one's relying on me. There's a clarity to it that you can't get anywhere else.

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.

Strength is found not in busyness and noise but in quietness.

Struck dumb by love among the walruses And whales, the off-white polar bear with stuffing Missing, the mastodons like muddy buses, I sniff the mothproof air and lack for nothing.

We´re eternal lonely in search for shelter in the life of another, cause we know that even the death we are alone.

It's as if the world is full of honeybees and I'm the only flower" -Elena

It might be better if we didn't see each other for a while.

I like being on my own.

Why must people kneel down to pray? If I really wanted to pray I'll tell you what I'd do. I'd go out into a great big field all alone or in the deep, deep woods and I'd look up into the sky—up—up—up—into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I'd just feel a prayer.

And if you couldn't be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.

Solitude begets whimsies.

It's this way. When a fellow gets out on the creeks, he's so busy and has so much to be thinking about all the time that he doesn't have much chance to worry about women, especially with all the hard physical labor involved,' an old-timer told Marshall. 'It's only when a man's mind hasn't got anything to occupy it and his body's got nothing to get it tired that he can't get along without any women.

Then again she wept aloud,– so bitterly that the voice of her crying pierced into the marrow of the listener's bones; – and she sobbed out the words of this poem:– Hi kurureba Sasoeshi mono wo – Akanuma no Makomo no kure no Hitori-ne zo uki! ("At the coming of twilight I invited him to return with me –! Now to sleep alone in the shadow of the rushes of Akanuma – ah! what misery unspeakable!")

People who can't be alone have a problem. Loneliness is a luxury for people like me.

but pain is a private business

Better to be the cat gazing coolly down from a high wall, its expression inscrutable. The cat that shunned petting, that needed no one. Why couldn't she be that cat?

It was funny, she thought, but her smile turned wistful because she had nobody to tell.

She just kept it to herself, as she kept so many things to herself.

The scenario made her hyperaware of her powerlessness. If, some day, the door didn't open, she would be alone.

Emily Dickinson, one could be certain, didn't have silly friends. She didn't need them.

A man can never have too much Time to himself, nor too little to do. Had I a little son, I would christen him Nothing-To-Do; he should do nothing. Man, I verily believe, is out of his element as long as he is operative. I am altogether for the life contemplative.

Are there no solitudes out of the cave and the desert; or cannot the heart in the midst of crowds feel frightfully alone?