Quotes About Solitude

sometimes you have to be alone to think and sometimes the best place for thinking is'int home.

Escape...had seemed the only way to ease the pain.

I wasn't sure I wanted to spend forever with anyone, least of all myself.

The future turned out to be just as incredible as I imagined it would be when I was little. But these days, I just want to slow down. I want to pull the shutters closed and block out the world. I want to spend hours gluing things together. I want to fill my house with tiny bits of collected junk. The more I have, the more I realize that all that matters is

My heart was beating so hard that for a second I thought I might pass out. It was like revisiting the hole where you'd once been held in solitary confinement: a force field of muscle-memory-stored pain and toxic energy so palpable I was afraid that if I stayed any longer it might suck me back in.

Only a man of genius can bare a solitary life.

The woman in red was surrounded by the crowd and she was alone. It was utterly public but intensely private.

They must visit Walden Pond," says Mrs. Chadwick, whipping out a clipboard from who knows where and making a note. Becca's mother is addicted to clipboards.

I hope your rambles have been sweet, and your reveries spacious. —Emily Dickinson

Dinner alone is one of life's pleasures. Certainly cooking for oneself reveals man at his weirdest.

One is the loneliest number

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

Sometimes, leaving the road, I would walk into the sea and pull it voluptuously over my head and stand momentarily drowned in the cool blind silence, in a salt-stung neutral nowhere.

Windsurfing, the sound of the word contains all the mystery of a solitary buoy in the fog, echoing across the water at the end of the day.

Hadn't one of my all-time favorite reveries been to become a cranky hermit, live unperturbed in my house, and have things brought to me like a monarch or tribal lord?

I crawled into my books and pulled the pages up over my head. (A Monstrous Regiment of Women)

I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head...

It was hypnotic, and then it was unsettling, and finally I became aware of another entity in my universe, sitting on the shore two hundred yards away, smoking a pipe...

I personally love to run outdoor fitness trails. I love the meditative value I get when out alone, challenging myself to run faster and higher.

A great passion has no partner.

Because when we lose someone we've allowed to be our whole life, we find that we have very little left to sustain us. Not only have we distanced ourselves from God, but we've lost something of ourselves in the process.

As a friend of mine, herself a writer, says, "People who spend the most meaningful hours of their lives in the exclusive company of imaginary people are apt to be a little strange.

Writing is a solitary occupation. Family, friends, and society are natural enemies of the writer. He must be alone, uninterrupted and slightly savage if he is to sustain and complete an undertaking.

Music was invented to confirm human loneliness.