Quotes About Solitude

I need my outdoors, my comfort.

Inner space is so much more interesting, because outer space is so empty.

Gee, its lonesome in the outfield. It's hard to keep awake with nothing to do.

I'm really outgoing, but there's times I want to be by myself.

I was a very quiet kid who didn't feel normal being outgoing and running around, so all the beauty that was in my life, I found in books. Books that made me think and transported me into a different world.

All my friends, they're all gone. I've outlived them all.

Being cut off from the outside world is scary.

When I'm writing, I'm in an isolation chamber. I'm not one to think about that outside world stuff when I'm writing.

I've always been an outsider to some extent.

I guess I've always been something of an outsider.

I've always been an outsider.

At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man.

I can't write unless I'm overlooking water.

I was a guy who loved to be on my own at times and to travel and some of the most comfortable times were in the middle of my career flying overseas, where you have to turn your phone off and no one can get to you for 10 hours. It was just a really comfortable place for me.

never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it.

The visit hadn't lasted much longer, and Wallace never said what he'd done, but after Larry watched him go, he'd spent the rest of the night on his porch as daylight crept through the trees like am army of crafty boys.

On the other end of the porch the swing creaked pleasantly on its chains. This was the time of home-night he enjoyed, when his wife was inside asleep and he, at last, was alone. Time of year he enjoyed, too, the kind of peaceable weather you needed sleeves for but not a coat, chill in the air to make your scalp tingle but not set you to shivering.

After work the following Monday Larry sat on his porch not reading but waiting in his usual company of bats and birds and insects, the tinkling of his mother's chime each time the earth breathed its wind. He was disappointed but not surprised when the night stole the far trees and the fence across the road and then the road itself and finally the sky, Larry's truck gone too in the dark and stars beginning to wink in the sky like nail holes in the roof of a barn.

I'd never thought much about the moon before I got this job. But I love it here. I can spend hours just looking out at the stars and the rocks. It makes me feel very peaceful.

Some people don't understand that sitting in your house alone in peace, eating snacks and minding your business is fucking priceless.

You know, I think anybody who has a dream to do something, that dream will keep you warm in the coldest of nights. You know what I mean? When you're like most lonely... that dream needs to be nurtured and cultivated so, even if you never speak to another person again in your life, that thing, that dream has to keep you company. So I would pour everything into that dream.

If you are going to have healthy relationships, you'll need to spend time alone with God. Paradoxically, those who have the healthiest relationships often are the most comfortable in being alone with God.

I'm on my own again. I feel totally exhausted. I

Excuse me if I have/some place in my mind/where I go time to time.