Quotes About Solitude

I read stuff. Books are not my only friends, but we're friendly. So there.

For a moment, he felt for his old foes, fen-bound, embarking alone.

I took up the letter. On seeing the first line I knew it directly, but could not hold back from reading the whole thing, not once but many times, for it was the only love letter I had received in my life.

There are few things so lonely as watching while others sleep;

Queda la palabra -Yo- Para esa, por triste, por su atroz soledad, decreto la peor de las penas: vivirá conmigo hasta el final.

When they're all here and they're loud and fighting, you wish for just a little bit of peace. Then they all leave at the same time, and the silence rips you apart.

In the winter, she lived like a mole, buried deep in her office, digging among maps and manuscripts.

Lou entró, molesta por perturbar aquel silencio precioso y afelpado. Puso agua a hervir, arañando nerviosamente el cazo con el cucharón. Se vistió, consciente del chasquido de sus ropas. Se calzó los zapatos y oyó el roce de los cordones al atárselos. El cuchillo de la mantequilla rascó la tostada. Removió el café con una tintineante cuchara. No todo el mundo, pensó, está hecho para convivir con el silencio

La gente se vuelve rara cuando pasa demasiado tiempo sola

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

One can acquire everything in solitude, except character.

Finding some quiet time in your life, I think, is hugely important.

There are people who cannot risk loneliness with the experience. They always have to be in a flock and have human contact.

They seemed to be quiet types, the women and men in rubber-soled shoes. Their favorite word, after literacy , was privacy --for their patrons and themselves.

Hide in the morrow. No one will look for you there.

The beach was empty and dark but she couldn't hear her fear over the call of the surf.

I felt a deep grief that crouched and stayed still as if it was afraid to move.

In solitude every fear, every longing, becomes exaggerated.

When I was alone, I lived on eggplant, the stove top cook's strongest ally.

The best fish in the world are of course those one catches oneself.

There is one thought for the field, another for the house. I would have my thoughts, like wild apples, to be food for walkers, and will not warrant them to be palatable if tasted in the house.

There was nowhere to sit except the bunk, which was covered with rotting food, and a wooden stool, upon which sat a large fur-covered lump—an old cheese, perhaps, or a dead cat.

And he who has dwelt with his heart alone, Hears all the music in friendship's tone. So better and better I comprehend How sorrow ever would be our friend.

I was born on the prairies where the wind blew free and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures.