Quotes About Solitude

there were times when you are very alone in the world and your own thoughts flay your skin an inch at a time.

I'm looking out at the desert and thinking of you. I don't know why.

Chief Joseph already said it. "The place where I go is the place where I will be.

Here's the strange thing about death. At a certain age it's always with you, lurking in the shade, pulling at your ankles, whispering in your ear when you pass a crypt. But it doesn't get your real attention until you find yourself alone at home and the wind swells inside the rooms and stresses the joists and lets you know what silence and solitude are all about.

He was riding back through a doorway in time to a place that had nothing to do with the airplanes, and motorized vehicle and telephones wires, and radios that surrounded him now....... The woods in late autumn had become his private sun dappled cathedral, one that contained presences antithetical to the conventional notion of a church.

The mystics may have found solace in the meditative life, but I think there are days when memory and solitude are not one's friend.

Solitude and peace with oneself are probably the only preparation one has for death.

this area, most

We're wayfaring strangers. We're born alone, we die alone.

spent the rest of the afternoon in my room. A faucet was ticking in the bathroom as loudly as a mechanical clock, with the same sense of urgency and waste. I tried to tighten the

Instead, he lived inside his loneliness

She was one of those women who seemed to choose solitude and plainness over beauty, and anger over happiness.

I didn't mind being alone. Solitude and peace with oneself are probably the only preparation one has for death.

on a plane I like to be left to myself, as the clouds and the sky and drone of the motor all make me feel dreamy, and dreams are a solo enterprise.

a solitary middle-aged man in the August of life looking for a few more Aprils, an

The Old Man's prayers was more sight than sound, really, more sense than sensibility. You had to be there: the aroma of burnt pheasant rolling through the air, the wide, Kansas prairie about, the smell of buffalo dung, the mosquitoes and wind eating at you one way, and him chawing at the wind the other. He was a plain terror in the praying department

What unsolved mysteries, what unwritten tragedies, what romance, what treasure of gold that vast North must hold! For a thousand, perhaps a million centuries, it had lain thus undisturbed in the embrace of nature; few white men had broken its solitudes, and the wild things still lived there as they had lived in the winters of ages and ages ago.

Tears were dripping onto my dress, but I wasn't making any sound. There was no sound to express thid kind of pain. I didn't want to move, didn't want to do anything. Fang was not waiting for me out in the living room. Tomorrow morning, when I woke up, Fang would still be gone.

Do you want to know the closest thing to feeling the most powerful you can feel ? Flying alone at night.Risky.Nothing but you and the wind soaring way above everything , Slicing through the air like a Sword. Up and up until you feel like you can grab a star and hold it to your chest like a burning, Spiky thing

Memory is all I have now

I always had this little terror, this feeling that the whole world was asleep, that around this whole, huge planet, I was the only ne left awake in the world.

Thomas Merton stayed at the abbey for twenty-seven years. His autobiography

I sat on the kitchen stool long enough

This is what freedom feels like, he thinks. This is what I missed the most. He