Quotes About Solitude

When people are lonely they stoop to any companionship.

I have a real problem with stillness. With just stopping and being quiet.

I like being able to go to the grocery store and know that nobody knows what I do or who I am.

I will say that my days are spent solitary and somewhat lost in thought, and every single time I inadvertently wear my shirt inside out in public, I bump into my sister-in-law at the grocery store.

I have days where the only words I say are to the person making my sandwich at the grocery store.

The story of 'Mr. Robot' is really about this guy who's lonely - who's alone and feels so disconnected from the world.

If you look at a map, you see that Hawaii is in the middle of nowhere. It's 17 hours of straight flying from London. It's very far away, and sometimes you feel as if you're on another planet. But I like that. Also, that's ideal for writing.

I have the strange ability to shut things out.

Dad's funeral was standing room only; most in attendance were strangers to me. At the back, a lone Marine stood silently, then left. People told me he'd saved their life or helped them in their darkest hour.

To an outsider, Abilene was like a small landfall in the Sargasso Sea - remote, laconic, and forever closed to strangers.

Relying on oneself is too much of an alien concept for so many. That is why millions have died.

I'm actually not an exhibitionist at all. When you get onstage and you get under the lights playing music, I feel more hidden and more alone than anywhere else. You hide behind your music and let your emotions come out through the music.

But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.

There are people who want to be on their own, to mark out their own territory and be quiet there, and there are people who are eager to invade that territory, to sit close to someone else.

She felt either apathy or hostility toward almost everyone, and she was happy that way.

I used to make a nest in the closet of my bedroom with pillows and blankets and a flashlight and a book. My own tiny world, sacred and inviolate, where I could reign entirely at my own whim and discretion.

I loved this place. You could prop up the bar and watch the world go by; no one made you talk or expected anything of you

It was as if I was in a picture, a flat canvas, and everything around me was flat, me painted on like everything else: no colour, nothing in front and nothing behind me, not even earlier today or tomorrow, nothing to look back or forward to, just this moment.

Cleaners have a dark side, and a zone you can't enter. They get what they want, but they pay for it in solitude. Excellence is lonely. They never stop working, physically or mentally, because it gives them too much time to think about what they've had to endure and sacrifice to get to the top.

The silence is screaming out for noise.

No sé por qué debería explicar lo que hago. ¿Por qué no puedo hacer exactamente lo que estoy haciendo? Es magnífico estar afuera en la madrugada, antes de que salga el sol. Te da la sensación de estar súper vivo. Eres cómplice de un secreto que toda esa gente aburrida y dormida no conoce. A diferencia de ellos, tú estás alerta y consciente de existir justo aquí, en este preciso momento entre lo que sucedió y lo que sucederá.

Night. Wind. Stars. Sea. Stones.

It's how I fill the time when nothing's happening. Thinking too much, flirting with melancholy.

I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.