Quotes About Solitude

...some nights I'd sneak out and listen to the radio in my Dad's old Chevy - children need solitude - they don't teach that in school...

When we cannot bear to be alone, it means we do not properly value the only companion we will have from birth to death-ourselves.

Silence, the great Empire of Silence: higher than all stars; deeper than the Kingdom of Death! It alone is great; all else is small.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

Death is appalling to those of the most iron nerves, when it comes quietly and in the stillness and solitude of night.

I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.

Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything, without anguish, death, winter waiting along it with their eyes open through the dew.

The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Water's death with was Augustus Waters.

It is when we are faced with death that we turn most bookish.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.

Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.

Spare me the whispering, crowded room, the friends who come and gape and go, the ceremonious air of gloom - all, which makes death a hideous show.

I have been alone since my husband died. I stay in my home. I don't date. It's hard to date when you're at home. Nobody knows you.

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

I was thinking about dying the other day the death thought came while I was sitting on the toilet peeing - that's where I have my most contemplative thoughts.

You know what's at the heart of the misery of a breakdown? Me-itis. Microcosmosis. Drowning in the tiny tub of yourself

Around three A.M., I left my bed and went to my desk, my head vibrant with the static of unelaborated thought.

Only rarely, at the end of our century, does life offer up a vision as pure and peaceful as this one: a solitary man on a bucket, fishing through eighteen inches of ice in a lake that's constantly turning over its water atop an arcadian mountain in America.

The worst of being unbearably alone was that you had to bear it—either that or you were sunk.

Tivesse ele mantido um diário de dor, o único registro teria sido uma palavra: eu.

Never gave anybody any trouble. A bit of a loner, but always with a kind word for everyone.

The immensity of your isolation is horrifying

Everybody masturbates in libraries. That's what they're for.

I don't think you ever gave isolation a real shot. It's the best preparation I know of for death.