Quotes About Solitude

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white walls

This isolation, this deep pit in the bottom of my stomach, didn't have to hurt so much." - Aquamarine Rosabelle bonus included in Dreams, Smiles, and Bloody Tears

One death apiece is plenty.

However much one lacks piety, the atmosphere in a graveyard encourages quiet reflection.

No one gets up after death-there is no applause-there is only silence and some second-hand clothes, and that's death.

Teddy wondered, and not for the first time, not by a long shot, if this was the day that missing her would finally be too much for him.

The cold is lonely person's way of feeling alone and death

But now the other half of "us" was gone and, lying there in my shadowy room, I'd be struck with this realization that I had no clue how to be just me again.

Stay inside your head long enough and you may get trapped there.

Death and birth are solitary experiences. We are born alone and we die alone. When we are expelled from the maternal womb, we begin the painful struggle that finally ends in death.

How would you know if you were the last man on Earth? He said.I don't guess you would know it. You'd just be it.

Death takes in many people, but still lives alone.

We knit alone our life, before seeing by it our shroud. (Nous tricotons notre vie seule, Avant d'y voir notre linceul)

Only the survivors of a death are truly left alone.

All of them with their own lives, untouched by mine. Or each other's.

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

There are things in this life that you must face alone. Birth is one of them-death is another.

From beginning to end, we are all alone.

My designs and labors and aspirations are my only friends.

I write pretty much every day, but I don't have any desire to publish anything.

The Lord filled me with desire, and made me feel that I must be as much with Him alone as with souls in public.

She was not often invited to join in the conversation of the others, nor did she desire it. Her own thoughts and reflections were habitually her best companions.

My hatred of crowds, the obviousness of crowds, of anything en masse. Is this why I like little-known books? A general desire to escape the main world.

For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.