Quotes About Solitude

The happy pleasure of the person alone, yes..?

The far north of Manitoba. Forbidding wastelands. The center of nothing.

Hal says, 'In a nutshell, what we're talking about here is loneliness.

Supongo que ser tímido significa básicamente estar absorbido por uno mismo hasta el punto de que se hace difícil estar rodeado de otras personas

He never leaves home, which home is one room, the converted Children's Reading Room of what used to be the Waltham Public Library, which is the whole third floor.

Verstiegenheit: Low-Bavarian for something like 'wandering alone in blasted disorienting territory beyond all charted limits and orienting markers,' supposedly.

Manhãs de escala são um momento especial para o semiagorafóbico, porque quase todo mundo deixa o navio e vai para a terra firme participar de Passeios Organizados ou fazer turismo peripatético espontâneo e os conveses superiores da e.m. Nadir assumem a mesma qualidade fantasmagórica e misteriosa da sua casa quando você é criança, adoece e fica em casa quando todo mundo saiu para o trabalho ou a escola etc.

and sipping hazelnut espresso and watching, on the cartridge-viewing system that occupied half the

What Mark Nechtr fears most: solipsistic solipsism: silence.

Loneliness came over him, like an avalanche of snow. He was alone. Where he had always wanted to be. You can only trust yourself. There's a rat buried deep in everybody and they'll rat on you if they get pushed far enough.

How lonely we are in the world; how selfish and secret, everybody!

The rest, is silence.

And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Banish'd from [those we love] Is self from self: a deadly banishment!

Get thee to a nunnery.

It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me?

What, all so soon asleep! I wish mine eyes Would, with themselves, shut up my thoughts...

Now I see the mystery of your loneliness .

O shut the door! and when thou hast done so, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help!

Good Lord, for alliance! Thus goes every one to the world but I, and I am sunburnt; I may sit in a corner and cry heigh-ho for a husband!

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come (Phebe)

Tell me, sweet lord, what is 't that takes from thee Thy stomach, pleasure, and thy golden sleep? Why dost thou bend thine eyes upon the earth And start so often when thou sit'st alone? Why hast thou lost the fresh blood in thy cheeks And given my treasures and my rights of thee To thick-eyed musing and curst melancholy?

We rest your hermits.

Le han visto allí muchas mañanas, aumentando con su llanto el rocío de la mañana, añadiendo a las nubes sus nubes de suspiros. Mas, en cuanto el sol, que todo alegra, comienza a descorrer por el remoto oriente las oscuras cortinas del lecho de Aurora, mi melancólico hijo huye de la luz y se encierra solitario en su aposento, cerrando las ventanas, expulsando toda luz y creándose una noche artificial