Quotes About Solitude

lonely and isolated people who feel their solitude more intensely within the busy life of the streets. They are what George Gissing called the anchorites of daily life, who return unhappy to their solitary rooms.

He felt at peace only in the hour before dawn, when the darkness seemed to give way slowly to a mist, and it was at this hour that he would wake and sit by his window.

He had created a desert, and called it peace.

Writing is sweat and drudgery most of the time. And you have to love it in order to endure the solitude and the discipline.

Some time later, I sat in the wine cellar, staring at the walls while cradling a wineskin in my lap like a child, murmuring over and over as if lulling the child to sleep, 'I am shat upon. I am shat upon'.

Spellman often said that during his waking hours he was alone only twice each day, for 25 minutes each time:

The sea looks the same after the boats are gone.

Vivo de aquello que los otros no saben de mí

La agradable sensación de no tener que hablar, de dejar que pase el silencio general, mirando el mar u otra cosa, o incluso nada.

Sólo descansar, cerrar los ojos y no escuchar; no hacer otra cosa que respirar. Deseaba que hubiera llegado ya la hora de dormir y no seguir fuera donde había luz sino estar a oscuras, en casa, en su cuarto. Pero le sobraba soledad; y con el tiempo creía haber experimentado todas las artes posibles de la locura hasta sentir que le estallaba la cabeza.

Ein Schriftsteller oder überhaupt jemand, der mit dem Alleinsein fertig geworden wäre, würde mich nicht mehr interessieren

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appetite for loneliness impressed me, and there was something about this solitude that freed conversation.

Maybe it's a kind of freedom too. To stay home.

No more distractions. The elation of finally being alone was total. We walked straight west. I had everything I needed in the world resting comfortably on my shoulders, and the entire country waiting to be discovered.

The island took the Lighthouse.

I was overtaken by a dread of utter solitude in the great turning world.

Butter tea and wind pictures, the Crystal Mountain, and blue sheep dancing on the snow - it's quite enough! Have you seen the snow leopard? No! Isn't that wonderful?" ? Peter Matthiessen, The Snow Leopard

Separated from the herd, it gains identity.

Yeah, I want to retreat from the world and ponder in solitude. At the same time I wouldn't mind at least a couple of people pondering my whereabouts.

Robert Louis Stevenson, sung by Bryn Terfel: Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland, Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold. Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed, The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.

I think writers have to able to enjoy solitude rather than just endure it. I've always enjoyed being left alone with my imagination, ever since I was a kid

The need to turn off like this for a while was vital, but so was the ability to snap back into action quickly. Fortunately, his mobile didn't ring, and he was able to finish listening to Romance oubliée and lose himself in sun-dappled memories of Emily Hargreaves and the golden days of his lost youth.

Every writer must acknowledge and be able to handle the unalterable fact that he has, in effect, given himself a life sentence in solitary confinement.