Quotes About Solitude

To talk in public, to think in solitude, to read and to hear, to inquire and answer inquiries, is the business of the scholar

I liked books - the respite and privacy of them - books about plants and the formation of ice and the business of world wars. Whenever I sank into them I felt free.

That business does not prosper which you transact with the eyes of others.

I never had tons of friends on tour. I was quiet and went about my business.

Turn your car into a monastery.

Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all the doors.

There's nothing worth photographing more than 100 yards from the car

Mass transportation is doomed to failure in North America because a person's car is the only place where he can be alone and think.

My window fogs and this makes me feel like there is no world outside of the car.

Our motor car is our supreme form of privacy when we are away from home.

I'm only lonely when I'm driving in my car. I'm only lonely after dark. I'm only lonely when I watch my TV. I'm only lonely occasionally.

We all know about the car breaking down on a deserted road scenario. That's cliché. I'm thinking more of Cider with Rosie, as in, the dark side.

There is nothing more alone than being in a car at night in the rain.

For lonely people, rain is a chance to be touched.

The third kind of loneliness is avoiding unnecesssary activities. When we're lonely in a "hot" way, we look for something to save us; we look for a way out. We get this queasy feeling that we call loneliness, and our minds just go wild trying to come up with companions to save us from despair. That's called unnecessary activity. It's a way of keeping ourselves busy so we don't have to feel any pain.

Loneliness is not a problem. Loneliness is nothing to be solved. The same is true for any other experience we might have.

When I look at those years I look at them alone. What happened there happens now only inside my head - no one else sees the same landscape, hears the same sounds, knows the sequence of events. There is another voice, but it is one that only I hear. Mine - ours - is the only evidence.

Charlotte misses her books. Her familiar walls, lined with language.

There are some supremely agreeable moments in life that are best savoured alone -- the first barefoot step into a cold sea, the reading of certain books, the revelation that it has snowed in the night, waking up on one's birthday... And others the full wonder of which can only be achieved if someone else is there to observe.

When we are married - and we will be married, I know we will, I see the long years of our marriage ahead like a great spacious welcoming firelit room - when we are married we shall have a house in London because I want to show you off. I want to wave you around in pride. We'll have that - but we'll also have Porlock, or somewhere like Porlock because we're going to want to be alone, and work, and shut the door on people...

Não há amor resistente à solidão.

A cup of coffee, a cigarette, the penetrating aroma of its smoke, myself sitting in a shadowy room with eyes half-closed...I want no more from life than my dreams and this...It doesn't seem much? I don't know. What do I know about what is little and what is a lot?

What have we done?' he asked, but there was no one to answer him.

So we may use our books to form a barricade against the world, interweaving their words with our own to ward off the heat of the day.