Quotes About Solitude

My room for books and study or for sitting and thinking about nothing in particular to see what would happen was at the end of a hall.

If you study my paintings, there are no signs of human life.

I began by working in a study in an attic, but for many years, I've used a small room in a library. What matters to me isn't decor or comfort but only quiet. I need to hear the rhythms of phrases, the music of sentences. Any place that allows me to do that is good enough.

My dream, I remember, when I went to boarding school, was to have a study all my own, a little nook someplace where nobody could get at me - nobody, like the football coach.

I love people, and I love to be with people and to make music with people, but my natural state is to revert back to being by myself in my house, which is cool because that's where I practice and write and listen and study.

I've always enjoyed people studying themselves in the mirror, and I also enjoy those 'walk and feel bad' shots. I like anything that isolates people and focuses them on themselves, or makes us focus on their faces as they're going through something.

Sometimes you gotta get stupid with yourself, and you gotta enjoy your own company some time.

Forget sex or politics or religion, loneliness is the subject that clears out a room.

A journal of the 'subjective' kind I have always thought foolish, as nurturing a morbid self -consciousness in the writer; and yet, alone so much as I am, it is well to have some sort of a ventilator from the interior.

There is something sublime about its aloofness from and its indifference to its external environment.

I'll read pretty much anywhere and anytime, but for a while now, I've really enjoyed reading on flights, especially the longer hauls, when I'm unplugged from everything and can completely immerse myself in the world of a book and submit happily to its rhythms, perspectives, ideas.

I come from what they call the land of nowhere. I'm from the suburb. It's extremely atomizing.

I grew up in this little city called Brampton. It's pretty suburban - there's not a lot going on. In my neighbourhood, specifically, there weren't a lot of other kids so I would just spend a lot of time inside.

I grew up in the suburbs of Connecticut - during the school time of year - but I preferred it in New Hampshire. I preferred the culture, the landscape, the relative solitude. I've always loved it.

He was thinking alone, and seriously racking his brain to find a direction for this single force four times multiplied, with which he did not doubt, as with the lever for which Archimedes sought, they should succeed in moving the world, when some one tapped gently at his door.

For quiet times disappear listen to the ocean

The realest people don't have a lot of friends.

ciúnas gan uaigneas" := quietness without lonliness.

Being alone doesn't necessarily mean that you're lonely.

Grief often feels lonely. Part of the work of grieving has to be done by oneself. Nobody can be of any help with the innermost sorrow. One must bear it on one's own.

Sometimes when you're really lonely, you really feel alive and you feel like you know who you are.

Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows.

A private life is a happy life.

And sometimes it is better to solemnly retreat into solitude, than to be gravely misunderstood. Author: S.A. Quinox