Quotes About Solitude

But the doctors were hardly wiser then than they are now, and after prescribing rest and exercise, starvation and nourishment, society and solitude, that he should lie in bed all day and ride forty miles between lunch and dinner, together with the usual sedatives and irritants, diversified, as the fancy took them, with possets of newt's slobber on rising, and draughts of peacock's gall on going to bed, they left him to himself, and gave it as their opinion that he had been asleep for a week.

Era solo da sempre.

Death was defiance. Death was an attempt to communicate; people feeling the impossiblity of reaching the centre which, mystically, evaded them; closeness drew apart; rapture faded; one was alone. There was an embrace in death.

The solitary traveller, haunter of lanes, disturber of ferns, and devastator of great hemlock plants, looking up, suddenly sees the giant figure at the end of the ride.

Entonces se produjo el momento más exquisito de su vida, al pasar junto a una hornacina de piedra con flores. Sally se detuvo; cogió una flor; la besó en los labios. ¡Fue como si el mundo entero se hubiese puesto boca abajo! Los demás desaparecieron; ahí estaba ella a solas con Sally.

A solidão faz homens de talento ou idiotas. [...] A solidão domina os ânimos simplices, complica-os, enche-os de horror sagrado.

You know, what's so dreadful about dying is that you are completely on your own.

She was like Marat only with nobody to kill her.

Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan.

There is only one real number: one. And love, apparently, is the best exponent of this singularity.

Solitude was corrupting me. I needed company and care.

Solitude was corrupting me.

The only real number is one, the rest are mere repetition

There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.

I was always lonely and I am lonely still.

It is a singular reaction, this sitting still and writing, writing, writing, or ruminating at length, which is much the same, really.

a halál nem több, csak a magány végtelen töredékeinek teljesebb kollekciója.

As she began losing track of herself, she though it proper to inform a series of receding Lucettes - telling them to pass it on and on in a trick-crystal regression - that what death amounted to was only a more complete assortment of the infinite fractions of solitude.

As she began losing track of herself, she thought it proper to inform... them... that what death amounted to was only a more complete assortment of the infinite fractions of solitude.

Solitude is the playfield of Satan. I

Leave your incidental Dick.

Tudod, a halálban az a legrettenetesebb, hogy az ember olyan tökéletesen magára marad.

The Goldsworth castle became particularly solitary after that turning point at dusk which resembles so much the nightfall of the mind. Stealthy