Quotes About Solitude

Néanmoins, dans une existence solitaire, il existe des moments rares où une autre âme plonge tout près de la vôtre, comme les étoiles qui s'approchent de la terre une fois par an. Pour moi, il avait été ce genre de constellation-là.

But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. Such

Se ausentaba a la última hora de la noche o a primera hora de la mañana, cuando todos dormían en palacio, y regresaba con las mejillas enrojecidas y oliendo a mar.

I had no right to claim him, I knew it. But in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as starts once a year brush the earth. Such a constellation was he to me

He wanted to see how moonish I was over him. But all the sop in me was gone. I did not lie dreaming of him during the days, I did not speak his name into my pillow.

A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart

Gian Gravina? 'A bore is a person who deprives you of solitude without providing you with company.' 

And to 'scape stormy days, I choose an everlasting night.

The young man walks fast by himself through the crowd that thins into the night streets;

Sometimes the idea of living as a hermit appeals to all of us. No demands, no needs, no pain, no disappointments. But that is because we have been hurt, are worn out.

Sartre felt that Hell is other people, but precisely the opposite is true. Hell is being left alone forever with no other reality than your own consciousness of yourself. It is being locked in a casket of your own internal chaos with no hope of a window, or door leading in light from outside to give you a moment's respite from yourself. Hell is the refusal of the gift of the other.

The masculine heart needs a place where nothing is prefabricated, modular, nonfat, zip lock, franchised, on-line, microwavable. Where there are no deadlines, cell phones, or committee meetings. Where there is room for the soul.

Like my evening walk.

carefree time on lonesome roads

Wolves don't hunt singly, but always in pairs. The lone wolf was a myth.

there are times when silence is a poem.

Thus it had come about that she had read far more fiction, and far more poetry, those two sanctuaries of the lonely, than most of her kind.

I knew that on that island one was driven back into the past. There was so much space, so much silence, so few meetings that one too easily saw out of the present, and then the past seemed ten times closer than it was.

But he was absolutely alone. No one ever wrote to him. Visited him. Totally alone. And I believe the happiest man I have ever met.

It was curious how quiet that last evening was; as if I had already left, and we were just two ghosts talking to each other.

Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.

It was like a journey into space. I was standing on Mars, knee-deep in thyme, under a sky that seemed never to have known dust or cloud.

Just a golden body throwing stones aimlessly into the sea.

Nadie, desde fuera de ella, puede imaginar lo que es la vida en una prisión. Uno piensa que, bueno, al menos tendrá horas para leer y pensar, y que el tiempo no pasará tan mal. Pero pasa terriblemente mal. Con una exasperante lentitud.