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Quotes About Solitude

I am alone, said Orlando, aloud since there was no one to hear.
~ Virginia Woolf
To love makes one solitary, she thought.
~ Virginia Woolf
The land was so distant that no shining roof or glittering window could be any longer seen. The tremendous weight of the shadowed earth had engulfed such frail fetters, such snail-shell encumbrances. Now there was only the liquid shadow of the cloud, the buffeting of the rain, a single darting spear of sunshine, or the sudden bruise of the rainstorm. Solitary trees marked distant hills like obelisks.
~ Virginia Woolf
Mrs. Dalloway raised her hand to her eyes, and, as the maid shut the door to, and she heard the swish of Lucy's skirts, she felt like a nun who has left the world and feels fold round her the familiar veils and the response to old devotions.
~ Virginia Woolf
I shall be a clinger to the outsides of worlds all my life.
~ Virginia Woolf
To be silent; to be alone. All the being and the doing, expansive, glittering, vocal, evaporated; and one shrunk, with a sense of solemnity, to being oneself, a wedge-shaped core of darkness, something invisible to others.
~ Virginia Woolf
To love makes one solitary, she thought. She
~ Virginia Woolf
and it was a relief when they went to bed. For now she need not think about anybody.
~ Virginia Woolf
Now that he was quite alone, condemned, deserted, as those who are about to die are alone, there was a luxury in it, an isolation full of sublimity; a freedom which the attached can never know.
~ Virginia Woolf
That dream, of sharing, completing, of finding in solitude on the beach an answer, was then but a reflection in a mirror, and the mirror itself was but the surface glassiness which forms in quiescence when the nobler powers sleep beneath? Impatient, despairing yet loth to go (for beauty offers her lures, has her consolations), to pace the beach was impossible; contemplation was unendurable; the mirror was broken.
~ Virginia Woolf
To some few friends, and to thy sorrows sing, For groves of laurel thou wert nevermeant; Be dark enough thy shades, and be thou there content.
~ Virginia Woolf
We ain't popular--we sit in corners and look like mutes who are longing for a funeral.
~ Virginia Woolf
One ought to sink to the bottom of the sea, probably, and live alone with ones words
~ Virginia Woolf
There is perhaps a kinship among qualities; one draws another along with it; and the biographer should here call attention to the fact that this clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude. Having stumbled over a chest, Orlando naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel himself for ever and ever and ever alone.
~ Virginia Woolf
Tinha a esquisita sensação de estar invisível; despercebida; desconhecida; de não ser mais casada, não ter mais filhos agora, apenas aquela espantosa e um tanto solene marcha com os demais, por Bond Street, ser esta Sra. Dalloway; nem mais Clarissa: Sra. Dalloway somente.
~ Virginia Woolf
Always, Mrs Ramsay felt, one helped oneself out of solitude reluctantly by laying hold of some little odd or end, some sound, some sight.
~ Virginia Woolf
Ahora estoy suspendida en el vacío, sin vínculos. Estamos en la nada.
~ Virginia Woolf
It is so vast an alleviation to be able to point for another to look at. And then not to talk. To follow the dark paths of the mind and enter the past, to visit books, to brush aside their branches and break off some fruit.
~ Virginia Woolf
to catch those unrecorded gestures, those unsaid or half-said words, which form themselves, no more palpably than the shows of moths on the ceiling, when women are alone, unlit by the capricious and coloured light of the other sex.
~ Virginia Woolf
A wet day. And I am glad of the rain, because I have talked too much.
~ Virginia Woolf
Me produce un gran placer estar sola […] elimino el dolor que me produce la gente. Quizás sea el placer más fuerte que conozco.
~ Virginia Woolf
And there is a dignity in people; a solitude; even between husband and wife a gulf; and that one must respect, thought Clarissa, watching him open the door; for one would not part with it oneself, or take it, against his will, from one's husband, without losing one's independence, one's self-respect—something, after all, priceless.
~ Virginia Woolf
Comprobó con asombro que era un enorme alivio estar sola.
~ Virginia Woolf
The house was left; the house was deserted. It was left like a shell on a sandhill to fill with dry salt grains now that life had left it.
~ Virginia Woolf