Quotes About Solitude

It's better to look at the sky than live there. Such an empty place; so vague. Just a country where the thunder goes and things disappear.

The good thing about masturbation is that you don't have to get dressed up for it.

I can hear others, but no one else can hear me. Makes for a lot of very boring, one-sided conversations. She

No way," Glory said. "A tree in the forest?

Starflight had to sit down and fold his wings over his head for a minute.

he should leave us alone," Zoe said, "and then we won't really need nose plugs." "Famous last words," Logan said.

felt like heading off the edge of the world. For most of the trip, we couldn't see any land in any direction — maybe an island in the distance,

Winter — I want to go home.

But he found himself picturing Qibli standing here, under this tree with Moon, and it made him feel hollowed out, like an ice cave.

How has it come to this? Where once my life was populated with the living, now I seem to keep company only with ghosts and ghouls and the like.

And think of our poor doctor, all alone among them damned trees – why, there might be owls.

nunc et in hora mortis nostrae,' he repeated yet again, and felt the lap of water on his foot. He looked up. The people had gone; the pyre was no more than a dark patch with the sea hissing in its embers; and he was alone. The tide was rising fast.

Surely man in general is born to be oppressed or solitary, if he is to be fully human;

She would have liked to sit upon a rock and listen to words, not of any man, but detached, mysterious, poetic words that she alone would interpret through some sense inherited from sleep.

That was what he wanted, to be baked dry and hard, to feel the vaporous worries evaporating one by one, to know finally that all the damp little doubts and hesitations that covered the floor of his being were curling up and expiring in the great furnace-blast of the sun.

The idea that at each successive moment he was deeper into the Sahara than he had been the moment before, that he was leaving behind all familiar things, this constant consideration kept him in a state of pleasurable agitation.

It was such places as this, such moments that he loved above all else in life; she knew that, and she also knew that he loved them more if she could be there to experience them with him. And although he was aware that the very silences and emptinesses that touched his soul terrified her, he could not bear to be reminded of that. It was as if always he held the fresh hope that she, too, would be touched in the same way as he by solitude and the proximity to infinite things.

These empty days. How do you spend them?

Only then did he understand that he really wanted to know nothing about El Ga'a beyond the fact that it was isolated and unfrequented, that it was precisely those things he had been trying to ascertain about it.

you're rowing by wordlight

I believe in training alone—it develops better focus, reduces distraction and is good for the soul.

The sidewalk was completely empty. It was Sunday, early April. An icy wind teetered trash cans and turned my cheeks to marble. In Vietnam we had no weather like that. Here in Cleveland people call it spring.

If you would experience a landscape, you must go alone into it and sit down somewhere quietly and wait for it to come in its own good time to you.

A mountaintop is not simply an elevation, but an island, a world within a world, a place out of place.