Quotes About Solitude

Just remember, we're all in this alone.

We're all in this together alone.

If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live

I've read that the dying often wait to be by themselves. They need the freedom to go, with nobody holding them back.

We sat in his library. amidst his beloved books, whose company I knew he would rather seek than that of most of his acquaintances, did they but know it.

No One Needs You That Much

Je ramène les pans de mon manteau. Je m'allonge dans la neige. J'écoute siffler le vent. Je regarde le ciel bas. Une profonde paix descend en moi.

Je me crois un écrivain dans sa tour d'ivoire, je ne suis qu'un minus habens perché sur son nuage.

But once you accept the fact that you have always been alone, and will always be, then your perspective can begin to change. You can become aware of the small kindnesses, the little comforts. Be grateful for them.

My aloneness had never bothered me; I hadn't even been aware of it. But now it overwhelmed me. The awareness washed over me with painful sharpness and deep grief. Now that I had company.

When the sun dipped behind the wall of trees, we lay down and the white night swallowed us. It has been night ever since.

I'm only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I'll be gone forever—- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I'd need for an eternity of traveling light. I've left my hotel number on your desk, instructions about the dog and heating dinner. But like the weather front they warn is on its way with its switchblades of wind and ice, our lives have minds of their own.

Corporate prayer transformed Karla's small, cold isolation cell into a holy room where God's child enjoyed solitude with her Creator.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.

Nobody follows me where I go, Over the mountains or valleys below; Nobody sees where the wild winds blow, Only the Father in Heaven can know.

When I work alone, it can be like dabbling with a canvas. Maybe you paint over bits, and it starts to form its own life and lead you off in a direction. It becomes an intuitive, subconscious process.

Good mathematics is a soliloquy, communicated.

And when you're feeling empty, keep me memory, and leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest

Me paso el día sin hacer nada. Sería un consuelo para mí estar con alguien que tampoco hiciera nada.

Every man whose business it is to think knows that he must for part of the day create about himself a pool of silence.

To keep a faith pure, man had better retire to a monastery.

When I reach the end of one row, I continue straight on away from the barn and the farm and the road. I walk until I come to a pile of hay bales and plop myself down. The sun is bright and the air is sharp. In the distance I hear the lowing of cows. It's so peaceful here. "Merry Christmas, " I whisper to myself. "Merry Christmas, Nate.

No! It can't be!" She screamed, "Raphael! I need you! Raphael … !" But there was no one to answer, and there never would be. She would haunt these halls forever, seeking him. For she was the Woman in Black.

Her feet tingled. One whole hour to forget about the leaky kitchen sink, her father's retirement party, and her mother's relentless questions about it. She closed her eyes. One whole hour to completely unwind and indulge her thoughts in something beside caterers, plumbers, and homicide cases.