Quotes About Solitude

Did I read because I was lonely, or was I lonely because I started to read?

O isolamento em companhia de uma pessoa era mais opressivo que a solidão completa.

Era disparate desejar permanecer nela, mas assaltava-me uma grande covardia, o receio de voltar a assumir responsabilidades, a certeza de que o meu trabalho de indivíduo solitário, na ditadura mal disfarçada por um congresso de sabujos, seria pouco mais ou menos inútil. Preferível o cativeiro manifesto ao outro, simulado, que nos ofereciam lá fora. A

I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available, but not to live with.

I always say I'd rather be miserable by myself than unhappy in a relationship.

If you can't stand your own company alone in a room for long hours, or, when it gets tough, the feeling of being in a locked cell, or, when it gets tougher still, the vague feeling of being buried alive--then don't be a writer.

Talking to oneself, I have often thought, is the best way to be sure of intelligent and witty conversation.

E pareva giocasse nella notte morente, la luna, libera e sola nel deserto del cielo crepuscolare, sopra la terra ancora addormentata; e si nascondeva, e riappariva tra le fronde, e si specchiava nell'acqua destandovi mille sorrisi, compiacendosi a vedersi nuda, libera e sola.

A citizen who spiralled down into insanity could spend teratau in a state of confusion and pain, with a mind too damaged to authorise help, or even to choose extinction. That was the price of autonomy: an inalienable right to madness and suffering, inseparable from the right to solitude and peace.

I have an idea," Cazio said after a moment. "What a lonely creature it must be.

So when she wasn't sleeping or just sitting and listening to the storm or tinkering at her workbench, she flew.

For those he has ignored, he allows them this. He allows them God, their only ally. Places to worship, but no one to teach.

You can't be perfect unless you're alone, and then guess what? You're alone. So you're still not perfect.

as long as he could remember, loneliness had been his companion.

Standing on a street corner waiting for no one is power.

The road makes a noise all its own. It's a single note that stretches in all directions, low and nearly inaudible, only I could hear it loud and persistent...

I entered the empty room. I sat on the floor and drew pictures all day. One day I held a picture against the bare wall: it was a window. Climbing through, I stood in a sloping field at dusk. As I began walking, night settled. Far ahead in the valley, I saw the lights of the village, and always at my back, I felt the white room swallowing what was passed. from "The Room," Selected and New Poems. (Wesleyan University Press, 1988)

I never said, 'I want to be alone.' I only said 'I want to be let alone!' There is all the difference.

I want to be alone.

Night has become painful for me. It brings to light the regrets of the day.

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In verità io sono uno studente invecchiato che ambisce alla conoscenza e alla solitudine, e conduco vita esemplare e sedentaria in un'atmosfera libresca e claustrale

1 Ensayo sobre las ventajas de dormir solo* * Nota del Editor: El autor decidió dejar en blanco este capítulo.