Quotes About Solitude

I think art must be the place where you are protected from the logic of the outside world.

I'm always hiding the books in my closet, and my art's always turned upside down in my drawer.

We take our last look at the killing noise.

The dreariest spot in all the land to Death they set apart; with scanty grace from Nature's hand, and none from that of Art.

Writing is the most solitary of arts.

All I really need is my bed and my art around me.

What art offers is space – a certain breathing room for the spirit.

I adore art... when I am alone with my notes, my heart pounds and the tears stream from my eyes, and my emotion and my joys are too much to bear.

Receive a guest with the same attitude you have when alone. When alone, maintain the same attitude you have in receiving guests.

I have an attitude now that is immovable. I shall remain outside of the world, beyond the temporal, beyond all the organizations of the world. I only believe in poetry.

I don't want to make a mistake and marry the wrong woman. I'd rather be alone.

Estar en paz y llevar una vida tranquila en solitario. Si decido entregar nuevamente mi corazón, sólo se lo daré al hombre adecuado.

quietly. She didn't like being reminded

just want to be alone to watch the

The muffling blanket would fall over my thoughts.

The dead are the best listeners in the world. The corpse takes it all in, never interrupts, doesn't criticize me, lets me waffle on for as long as I like.

nobody in the entire world will ever say anything to me again.

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.

Laugh and the world laughs with you (unless you're at a funeral), cry and you cry alone.

I was feeling everything too much. Everything pulled at my eyes. I spent hours floating in pools.

Suffering is only suffering if it's done in silence, in solitude. Pain experienced in public, in view of loving millions, was no longer pain. It was communion.

She felt some measure of relief knowing that in the very least, on the open road she would have some time to think.

I prefer the dark part of the night, after midnight and before four-thirty, when it's more bare, more hollow. Then I can breathe, and can think while others are sleeping, in a way can stop time, can have it so—this has always been my dream—so that while everyone else is frozen, I can work busily about them, doing whatever it is that needs to be done, like the elves who make the shoes while the children sleep.

How is freedom exercised?" ... "Willfully, Irregularly. Through refutation of the custom. The breaking of patterns. Being unseen. Solitude. Social indifference. Fighting ill-wrought power. Irreverence for authority. Moving without limit or schedule through the day and the world. Choosing when to participate and when to withdraw.