Quotes About Solitude

ma Pin non ha voglia di giocare e continua a camminare a perdifiato, con una tristezza che gli annuvola la gola.

Meanwhile, what do you do? How do you occupy this absence of yourself from the world and of the world from you? You read; you do not raise your eyes from the book between one airport and the other, because beyond the page there is the void, the anonymity of stopovers, of the metallic uterus that contains you and nourishes you, of the passing crowd always different and always the same.

Cosimo si gettò nel folto: avrebbe voluto che fosse mille volte più folto, una valanga di foglie e rami e spini e caprifogli e capelveneri da affondarci e sprofondarci e solo dopo essercisi del tutto sommerso cominciare a capire se era felice o folle di paura.

Ba?ka yer, negatif bir aynad?r. Yolcu sahip oldu?u tenhay? tan?r, sahip olmad??? ve olmayaca?? kalabal??? ke?federek.

Vuoto separazione e attesa, questo siamo.

No, Ludmilla has always looked for places where she could hide." "Who from?" "Oh, from everybody.

La forza dell'eremita si misura non tanto da quanto lontano è andato a stare, ma dalla poca distanza che gli basta per staccarsi dalla città, senza mai perderla di vista

I became something I had no name for in solitude and only later discovered the word for what I was and realized there were others like me.

my eye lest I be invaded by

I have laid aside business, and gone a-fishing.

Watching the moon at dawn, solitary, mid-sky, I knew myself completely, no part left out.

Although the wind blows terribly here, the moonlight also leaks between the roof planks of this ruined house.

Oi elämäni, toivoton sammumaton. Miten kadehdin tuulen tuivertamia soihtuja yössä.

If the one I waited for came now, what should I do? This morning's garden filled with snow is far too lovely for footsteps to mar.

First sign of madness, talking to your own head.

Heaven for climate, Hell for company.

Ho! Ho! Ho! To the bottle I go To heal my heart and drown my woe Rain may fall, and wind may blow And many miles be still to go But under a tall tree will I lie And let the clouds go sailing by

It is a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.

It is a joy to be hidden, but a disaster not to be found

Summer was his foe with all its heat, noise, plump water, and bladed grasses belonging to the flowers, mosquitos, frogs, and twittering cicadas—little lives and little bugs. All he deserved was the silence of a chilling night, the detachment of cold winter. He saw himself as a dwindling man of winter.

So far as I could tell, I was alone here, at least in this section. I wasn't happy about the way the corridor went up a little ways and disappeared around a bend. I decided then and there if I ever try to be an architect, all my buildings would borrow from my old high school gymnasium—a big, empty space where you can't possible hide anything. May not be much in the way of privacy, but there are advantages all right.

Friendship needs no words — it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

Every deed and every relationship is surrounded by an atmosphere of silence. Friendship needs no words -- it is solitude delivered from the anguish of loneliness.

whacking the ground, like a wife pounding her pillow, alone all night.