Quotes About Solitude

Silence is a friend who will never betray.

When everything is lonely I can be my best friend.

There are in this world human beings in solitary places who have answered the Lord's call to make of their lives a little flame, always bright, always attentive to His Presence.

I was very happy sitting alone at a dining room table, writing a script.

As far as the eye could reach, this lonely forest sea rolled on and on till its faint blue billows broke against an incredibly distant horizon.

And if you can't make your life as you'd wish it, try, at the very least, to accomplish this much: do not make it less than what it already is by mixing too excessively with the masses, by hanging around and endlessly chattering. Don't cheapen your life by parading it around, hauling it everywhere and laying it out there for the dreary humbug of familiars and fellowship, until it comes to feel like a curious dead weight.

The cold water stung Cassandra's toes. She thought about everything—a blur of images and sounds: leaving Clarion, driving to the Cape, Noah kissing her, unpacking the car into the cottage, the cello singing out to the sea—and then she sank into the moment and let herself think about nothing. It had been so long since she'd been able to think about nothing. Nothing at all.

The sea always filled her with longing, though for what she was never sure.

you can not fully read a book without being alone. But through this very solitude you become intimately involved with people whom you might never have met otherwise, either because they have been dead for centuries or because they spoke languages you cannot understand. And, nonetheless, they have become your closest friends, your wisest advisors, the wizards that hypnotize you, the lovers you have always dreamed of. -Antonio munoz molinas, "the power of the pen

Someone's elbow dug into my back, another woman's feet were two inches from my face. How was it possible, packed so close, to be so utterly and miserably alone?

I didn't have anyone, I spent a lot more time alone. I loved reading, and I know it sounds stupid, but the characters in the books I read became my best friends. The only ones who would never hurt me.

No boyfriend?" he asked. "Nope," she said. "I don't mind being alone." But the words didn't ring true. She added, quietly, "People just can't be trusted.

She wanted to quietly drift back into the shadows and live a life where nobody got hurt. Was that too much to ask?

I rise and turn back.... leaving the rest of the world to coyotes who are now running across the mountain together, howling and yipping behind me, calling for the frozen night to come.

This far north the sun was still up, although very low, riding through the mountains as if looking for something it lost on the ground.

The sound of slapping water, the deep swallows made only by large masses of liquid, was almost too much to bear. I stood at the edge of the waterpocket, where much of the desert dropped off below, showing pockets of even greater size, and lifted my arms straight into the sky. Beads came down my body. This was abundance.

I roamed alone; O, barren dreams. My echoed voice, what lonely comfort. Here is my salvation: I hear the triumph drum; the rhythm of the rising, the long-awaited sun.

I walk the sand alone, and feel it stirring as I roam, upon this breathing earth, where wave on wave begins new birth. I sense a grand facade, where colors paint the hand of God. And in remorseful pain, I dance the stones of bitter strain.

This morning I breathe iced air, and wander toward the waves. For a moment I live without care; a moment all my heart craves.

When we front a fiction, we are destined for loneliness.

The door closed, and he was gone into the twilight of early evening like an afterthought.

As she stood there, she looked to the north where there seemed to be another road, but not really a road, more like a snowplow had suddenly gone rogue and wandered off to die alone and away from the herd.

Still, there is something emboldening about being awake when the rest of the world is sleeping. Like I know something they don't.

Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.