Quotes About Solitude

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge, Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back, My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer's unreturning track.

All others are outside myself; I lock my door and bar them out The turmoil, tedium, gad-about. I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all? If I could once lay down myself, And start self-purged upon the race That all must run ! Death runs apace.

I do not consider my deeds or my knowledge to be a great thing. The only fact is — and I can say this honestly — that I love learning and a solitary life.

Alone am I, and alone I wish to be; Alone my sweet love has left me. Alone am I, without friend or mate, Alone am I, mournful and angry.

The trouble is not really in being alone, it's being lonely. One can be lonely in the midst of a crowd, don't you think?

silence across the field. When they reached the edge of the forest, Claire's anxiety faded. It really would be easier

There may be cures to loneliness but marriage is not one of them

Norma Wallace stood on a bed of pine needles deep in the Mississippi woods

Sometimes you've got to be able to listen to yourself and be okay with no one else understanding.

That's what love hotels are for." "I know," says Ai, "but this man comes alone. He says he comes to this room and thinks about the lovers who have been here before him, imagines himself as one of them, imagines himself having someone to hold. He tells whoever is reading this that he's grateful for the love we share without knowing.

Good prose is solitary work.

Second hand bookshops are best visited alone and in the rain.

Man seeks oblivion .

I went into the kitchen, took the cognac out of the icebox and had a long drink from it. It didn't help. I had another, that didn't help either.

A pine tree standeth lonely In the North on an upland bare; It standeth whitely shrouded With snow, and sleepeth there. It dreameth of a Palm tree Which far in the East alone, In the mournful silence standeth On its ridge of burning stone.

Ieder mens is uiteindelijk altijd alleen, je bent eenzaam als je degene met wie je alleen bent, geen prettig gezelschap vindt

I live inside my head," he told himself. "So does everyone in a way. So what goes on in there, must count. It must count a lot. I shall always live in my head, wherever I go or whatever I do for the whole of my life. So why shouldn't I be at home in there?

I looked at this polite little sentence & sat crying on the bed —

Well, I don't see any other ones around...

Ten times a day it stopped me like a bolt into my chest: that she was no longer here. That she would never be here. That I might walk and walk and yet I would never again come home to her.

The snow turned purple, a deep, dark contemplative color.

We live in a very tense society. We are pulled apart... and we all need to learn how to pull ourselves together.... I think that at least part of the answer lies in solitude.

I would rather walk with a friend in the dark, than alone in the light.

Here's a word. Bereavement. Or, Bereaved. Bereft. It's from the Old English bereafian, meaning 'to deprive of, take away, seize, rob'. Robbed. Seized. It happens to everyone. But you feel it alone. Shocking loss isn't to be shared, no matter how hard you try.