Quotes About Solitude

At the day's end, a writer lives alone with her story, wrestling with characters and settings, and the way light filters into and out of a scene. The deeper messages often escape her.Sometimes I take for granted the journey through the telling. At other times I curse the muse's power. But through it all, I live each day in deep gratitude.

When the trumpeter picked up a solo and the music lifted past where the voices had just been, I felt like my ribs were shattering. There was so much in all of it. Just. So. Much. I wanted to say to Iris, It all feels like it's trying to drift out into somebody's eternity.

After a certain span of years, a man who has no family of his own becomes if not dangerous, then impervious.

Le cirque est reparti, laissant un rond dans l'herbe Et puis moi je suis seule et je tourne dedans Je tourne comme un vieux cheval. Adieu, superbe, adieu vorace instant quand nous marchions ardents.

We are given over to absolute solitude. No one can speak with us and no one can speak for us; we must take it upon ourselves, each of us must take it upon himself.

Quand on le laisse seul Le monde mental Ment Monumentalement

Mon livre de chevet, c'est un revolver. Mi libro de cabecera es un revólver.

Drumurile în?elepciunii sunt marcate de curajul de a fi ?i for?a de a se putea confrunta cu am?r?ciunile neîn?elegerii ?i uneori ale solitudinii. Cel care le întâlne?te, care accept? s? le str?bat?, care se aventureaz? spre necunoscut, spre ira?ional, nu ?tie niciodat? ce va descoperi la cap?t, astfel încât va trebui s? accepte s? se iubeasc? pentru a putea fi un bun tovar?? pentru el însu?i.

Music is a medicine for many... Silence is a poison for some...

Estar solo da sed de soledad

Me he tomado también tu taza de café. Ya casi no tengo azúcar pero me acordé que a ti te gusta amargo. Sabe muy feo, cómo ésta soledad. Cómo éste estar deseándote a todas horas.

the disquieting hour before dawn when it feels as if no one else is alive.

Isn't it the most blissful thing in the world to be away from everything you have ever known--to be so far away that you don't even know yourself anymore and you're not sure you ever want to come back to all of the things you're a part of?

I like to be in my pajamas all day. Sometimes I don't wash for days because I like to read and sit around. I like to eat in bed. I like melancholy. I like to pretend that I'm alone in the world and I'm just sort of abandoned. I'm not fun to be with.

It has occurred to me that the thing you have, that all men have enough of, is perhaps the thing that you care for the best, and that is your leisure - the leisure you have to think; the leisure you have to be let alone; the leisure you have to throw the plummet into your mind, and sound the depth and dive for things below.

What a heavenly night, Jay," she said in the voice which was dearest to him. "I almost wish I could come with you"-she remembered more clearly "—in whatever happens." "I wish you could, dear," he said, though his mind had not been on such a possibility; frankly, he had suddenly looked forward to the solitary drive. But now the peculiar quality of her voice reached him and he said, with love, "I wish you could.

She'd feel better later on if she'd kept a few of these things to herself, Joel thought. Or would she. I would. But I'm not Poll.

We enter the world alone, we leave the world alone.

True solitude does not come from being physically alone but from the discovery that a fundamental problem of ours cannot find its solution in us or in others.

the greatest danger which today's humanity need fear is not a catastrophe which comes from out there somewhere, a stellar catastrophe, neither is it famine, nor even disease; rather it is spiritual malady, which is the most terrible malady because the most directly human among the scourges is to remain "without the taste for life."5 In such a situation, the individual finds himself ever more vulnerable within the social fabric. This is the most dangerous outcome of solitude.

Quando sei malinconica, quando sei arrabbiata, quando sei contro, quando sei piena di «forse», di «se», di «ma» e di «però», a che cosa aderisci? A niente, tendenzialmente a niente, e dunque sbagli: ti depauperi, ti svuoti. E, infatti, ciò che si incrementa è la solitudine.

And no one realizes we should all, always, look like that, each with his eyes full of horror at his own, inescapable solitude.

The world of reason must be a lonely place," she said.

Art is made by the alone for the alone.