Quotes About Solitude

A prelungi desp?rÈ›irea de cei dragi este otrav? curat?; mai bine s? o tai dintr-o lovitur? de cuÈ›it È™i s? r?mâi iar??i singur de tot, în starea fireasc? a omului, singur?tatea.

ÇocukluÄŸumda büyük at?l?mlar?m, insanüstü heyecanlar?m olmuÅŸtu; yaln?z ba??ma oturup içimi çekerdim, çünkü dünyaya s??m?yordum.

I'm alone and am suffocating because I'm unable to give voice to my emotions.

To prolong one's parting from a beloved friend is poison. To leave with a knife stroke is better, for it allows one to return to humanity's natural climate: solitude.

I am always disgusted by the world. The more that time passes the more I become increasingly broody and tight-lipped. I have so many things in mind and so much that I plan to do that an entire human lifetime is barely enough for me to finish everything I'm thinking, and to set it down in writing. That's why I have an absolute need for countryside, quiet, solitude.

I have one and only one wish: to withdraw from the world, to live far away in the countryside in a beautiful house, and to study and work there, all alone. I hope to realize that dream next yeat, when I will be thirty years old and will say goodbye to the world forever.

Reading is a solitary pursuit, even a lone passage to a separate world. Yet to read in public, amid strangers, gives it another dimension. Sometimes the city speaks to the page, or the page seems to open up to people passing by. An outdoor reader shares the pulse of a timeless urban conversation between the world and the written word.

Having as little to do with human beings as possible - in some weird way, I'm at peace.

It was like an invisible fire that we could feel, that had been trying to pierce through our mutual darkness. It struck me that each of us is a darkness for the other. Three days or three years don't make a difference unless we can catch hold of a burning moment in the darkness, knowing full well that it won't last and after it is extinguished we will slide back into our own chilling solitude.

drays. Never did he see one but that he thought of his

Con una claridad que lo entumeció más que el vino, supo que era todos los hombres y que todos los hombres eran él y que cada vez que combatía al maldito Caballero Negro estaba combatiendo por su propia supervivencia, sencillamente. Solo y borracho, se percató de ello por primera vez.

I must try this again, I thought; I must try again someday to sit still and not say a word. Maybe when I'm dead.

Eventually, I'll have to start breathing the air in today's New York again, but on the other hand, perhaps I won't have to. I'll find another book I love and disappear into it. Wish me luck.

Otra cosa buena del divorcio es que saca a la luz algo que con el matrimonio permanece oculto, y es que estás sola. No hay una lucha de poder para ver quién de los dos se levanta a medianoche; te levantas tú.

Getting a room's not always enough. Sometimes you gotta close the door.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

Even a good place gets to be a rut, especially if you're standing in it alone... Alone and lonely have the same root.

the rain was a fine thing. She often preferred it to the warm slant of sun and the clear brilliance of cloudless blue skies. The rain was a soft gray curtain, tucking her away from the world.

Bring her back,hell,Grant thought, dragging a hand through his hair. He'd beg,plead,grovel, whatever it took to make her give him another chance. It was her fault, he decided with a quick switch back to fury. Her fault, that he was acting like a maniac. He hadn't had a decent night's sleep in over two weeks.And the solitude he'd always prized was threatening to smother him.If he didn't find her soon, he'd lose what was left of his mind.

She kept to herself because solitude soothed her.

Oh, it was just me—that's why

You almost forget there's any place else in the world.

If you walked through the woods alone, in the dark, and didn't have some sense of wonder, it was hardly worth the trip.

Um homem nunca está mais sozinho do que quando está rodeado pelo passado.