Quotes About Solitude

Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence.

Loneliness is a kind of prison. [Vincent Van Gogh]

Zo zijn we Chlebnikov kwijtgeraakt. (...) Hij was de enige in het eskadron met een samowar. Op stille dagen dronken we samen hete thee. We werden door eendere hartstochten gedreven. We keken allebei naar de wereld als naar een weiland in mei, een weiland waarover vrouwen lopen, en paarden.

An innocent bachelor, he lived like a bird on a branch

Hon såg att hon var ensam i världen och omgiven av kraftfulla fjärran krafter som bara var bundna av det att leva."

It is not a bad idea to get in the habit of writing down one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them

It is not a bad idea to get into the habbit of writing one's thoughts. It saves one having to bother anyone else with them.

For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving is the bravest and most beautiful of all.

O ato de partir é o mais corajoso e o mais belo. Estar só, ser livre de necessidades, ser ignorada, estrangeira e nativa em todos os lugares e caminhar, solitária e grande, à conquista do mundo.

O ato de partir é o mais corajoso e o mais belo. Estar só, ser livre de necessidades, ser ignorado, estrangeiro e nativo em todos os lugares e caminhar, solitário e grande, à conquista do mundo.

shut the door behind u...........

Here I'm here- the snow falling.

One reads alone, even in another's presence.

How well I would write if I were not here!

La lettura è solitudine. Si legge da soli anche quando si è in due.

Reading is solitude.

Reading is solitude. One reads alone, even in another's presence.

Of course, the ideal position for reading is something you can never find.

the cemetery is the home of those who are not here, come in.

??c là ni?m cô ??n.

Escape, is one of those words I cannot hear without abandoning myself to endless ruminations

Cosimo sat in the ash tree every day, gazing at the meadow as if he could read in it something that had long been consuming him inside: the very idea of distance, of the gap that can't be bridged, of the wait that can last longer than life.

El único camino para estar con los otros de verdad era estar separado de los otros, imponer tercamente a sí y a los otros esa incómoda singularidad y soledad en todas las horas y en todos los momentos de su vida, como es la vocación del poeta, del explorador, del revolucionario.

Yolcu sahip oldu?u tenhay? tan?r, sahip olmad??? ve olamayaca?? kalabal??? ke?federek.