Quotes About Solitude

Grief loves the hollow; all it wants is to hear its own echo.

The world had to be sliced into hours to fill; otherwise you could go mad with loneliness.

The silence of the room was shattered with a wail of pain coming from deep within me.

I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic.

Am fost întotdeauna un singuratic. Mi-am purtat singur?tatea prin mul?imea de oameni, a?a cum î?i poart? melcul casa în spinare. La unii, singur?tatea nu e o stare în care au ajuns printr-o întâmplare a vie?ii, ci o tr?s?tur? fundamental?.

My loneliness I have borne about with me through the crowd as a snail his house. For some individuals solitude isn't a circumstance they've tumbled into by chance, but a trait, of character.

Jag tror icke att en tänkare behöver söka ensamheten. Den ensamhet, han behöver, för han med sig, som snigeln sitt hus. Mitt i människovimlet följer den honom, ty den är ingen yttre omständighet, men en egenskap.

I've always been somewhat isolated. I've borne my isolation with me through the crowd as the snail bears its house. For some people isolation isn't a circumstance in which they find themselves, it's an innate characteristic. And through this act my isolation is likely to increase; no matter how it ends, whether badly or well, for me the "punishment" will be solitary confinement for life.

A large, still book is a piece of quietness, succulent and nourishing in a noisy world, which I approach and imbibe with "a sort of greedy enjoyment," as Marcel Proust said of those rooms of his old home whose air was "saturated with the bouquet of silence."

He's quiet then. We lie next to each other, twin corpses waiting for burial.

Since no one loves me, I'll go.

Everybody dies alone, Jameson said, and kept going. "Not everybody wakes up right after.

At least no one is privy to my thoughts. Stupid as they are, they remain my own.

loss sings to loss

He smiled, a real smile, the kind real boys gave real girls. "It's been a very long time since anyone worried for me.

I am a solitary creature, fated to be one and better as one. Forgetting that is what got me into trouble.

I wonder what it would be like, to never have to be alone.

It would be better to disconnect from everything, to float free from my body, to be nothing in an endless night of nothing.

as though she was the only real thing in a land of ghosts.

It was warm there, and he could pretend he was hiding, could pretend that someone was looking for him.

I crouch in the hollow beneath the tree, looking up at the spangled sky and the bright scythe of a moon.

I climb into a cradle of branches and wait, petals falling around me with the sway of tree limbs. I lean my cheek against the rough bark, listening to the susurration of leaves.

It will not be easy to live on an island if I am tormented by the waves.

For me, who has been so much alone, it feels like drowning in a deluge of sights and sounds and smells.