Quotes About Solitude

If this is a lonely life, it is also colorful.

You can have privacy and tranquility up there, too, but also a sort of neighborhood.

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

The island, purchased as the artist's retreat, in time became his sanctuary from ridicule and humiliation.

one of his slippers was found on his dock.

She wondered if she might be alone in this disquiet or whether these days other people experienced it as well, and she suspected that all of them knew the feeling whether they would admit it or not.

Sure, I can turn on the TV or music, but even then I can't turn off the quiet, the emptiness.

For the first time since I arrived, it struck me how truly alone I was.

And the dusk, the gritty Southern grayness of it, its harsh gathering, stopped Joe Howard from seeing out beyond the solitude of his own reflection, a soldier's reflection: dark hair, a trimmed mustache, eyes he didn't bother looking into, and farther down from them, the ghostly shadow of a khaki uniform, of lieutenant's bars and a medal. There was no brain, no blood, no bone, no friend called L. C. Hoover sprayed all over this Joe Howard Wilson—at least not anymore.

He rose and walked to the windows. The moon reflected the pristine whiteness blowing into shadowy silvery mounds beneath the stars. It spread out before him, all pure and flowing and sterling. There'd always been a gentle peace and welcome solitude on a wintry night in this house. A place of memories and innocent times; a place for new plans.

The silence in the apartment is loud.

no courage in the world can hold out in the face of neglect, solitude and persecution.

He got right down in the dark between heartbeats, and rested there. And then he saw that another one wasn't going to come. That's it. That's the last. He looked at the dark. I would like to take this opportunity, he said, to pray for another human being.

I stayed in the library, crushed breathless by the smoldering power of all those words – many of them unfathomable – until Happy Hour. And then I left.

while the jukebox sang softly to itself.

In those days he'd known how to sit still. He'd learned to live a good part of each day in the silence under the world. Now the world lived in his mind, it colonized his solitude like a virus, thoughts crawled, shot, rained through his meditation, and every one pierced him.

It was a long straight road through dry fields as far as a person could see. You'd think the sky didn't have any air in it, and the earth was made of paper. Rather than moving, we were just getting smaller and smaller.

I loved getting up before everyone else, when the house was still and I could read or listen to a podcast alone in a frozen world. I knew where everyone was. I knew they were safe. I could relax.

You don't have a partner, Marshal, You came here alone.

We all die alone...... I could have helped her with the dying.

all he wanted was to not be alone, but he knew there was no getting rescued from that

Being alone, you see, is the worst of hell's punishments.

There are a few people who tell me that they are so used to a solitary life that they will die alone, but even here I advise them that if they are thinking of self-deliverance the chances of the action not being botched are much better if a friend is present.

Human beings have a tremendous need to have quiet time alone, to reflect upon life and reconnect with the soul.