Quotes About Solitude

I reveled in solitude. If Lily wanted to believe there was a somebody out there just for her, I wanted to believe that I could be somebody in here just for me.

More than half the candle remained. She could read an hour before it guttered, longer if she took another candle from the drawer. How many had she burned already this month? Her hours of night reading seemed to grow ever more necessary, for each day's study compelled her to explore these volumes further, and with a fierce attention impossible when others were about.

no classes or exams, just acres of time in which to research and write—had swiftly revealed itself to be a glorified form of orphanhood.

She said to him then, crisply, "Never underestimate the passion of a lonely mind.

What sort of life is possible—with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

For is not life solitary, and every thinker lonely?

Yet to die alone would be honest. For is not life solitary, and every thinker lonely?

Niet kunnen lezen of schrijven. Nooit kunnen ontsnappen naar een andere wereld, noch een schuilplaats hebben voor de eindeloze stroom dagen.

Friendship is a physick all its own, and most especially to those such as we, who through the peculiar paths of our thinking must ever be lonely men.

What sort of life is possible--with no ground beneath one's feet except the logic of one's own mind?

If there be any further freedom than the one granted by excommunication, perhaps it is the freedom not to exist.

There remained the sea, which is free to all, and particularly alluring to those who feel themselves at war with humanity.

Only he who is without anything is without enemies.

Each man or woman was a mansion in a condition between grandness and disrepair, and even in a grand palace, sometimes a room existed in which no one but the resident would ever be welcome.

Some people like to hear themselves talk, but I like to hear myself silent.

I am not only in a cold dark place; I AM a cold dark place.

Hope wasn't a cottage industry; it was neither a product that she could manufacture like needlepoint samplers nor a substance she could secrete, in her cautious solitude, like a maple tree producing the essence of syrup. Hope was to be found in other people, by reaching out, by taking risks, by opening her fortress heart.

Sometimes there is no darker place than our own thoughts: the moonless midnight of the mind.

Winny didn't know what he would do without his books, except probably go berserk and start killing people and making ashtrays out of their skulls even though he didn't smoke and never would.

After six years of solitude, sharing a meal and conversation with someone was a pleasure. More than a pleasure, her hospitality and companionship were also affecting to a surprising extent, so that at times I was overcome by emotion so intense, I couldn't have spoken without revealing how profoundly I was moved.

I need useful work to keep my mind occupied, but I'd like to find work where it's...quieter.

We are alone, absolutely alone on this chance planet; and amid all the forms of life that surround us, not one, excepting the dog, has made an alliance with us. —Maurice Maeterlinck

It looks awful lonely here. Most of the world is lonely corners. I'm not sure it's safe. Nowhere is safe unless you want it to be.

I would die of lonely.