Quotes About Solitude

I left and went to the roof, where it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

How many hours can one person spend locked in a bathroom, looking at skin, hair, eyes. Feeling fingers, toes. And the absurdity of a belly button?

Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

And all I want is to hold her and make the rest of the world go away.

My face is full, but also slight, I pale in the bright of light, I whisper sweet to the forest owl, I kiss the air with Wolf's sad howl, Eyes follow me from sea to sea, Yet alone in this world... I will ever be.

The world was so much safer when you only had yourself to lose.

As he sat in the deep embrasure of a mullioned window, talking to my lady, his mind wandered away to shady Figtree Court, and he thought of poor George Talboys smoking his solitary cigar in the room with the birds and canaries.

I love to fly. It's just you're alone, there's peace and quiet, nothing around you but clear blue sky. No one to hassle you. No one to tell you where to go or what to do. The only bad part about flying is having to come back down to the fuckin' world.

Oh, there are times, Miss Norah, when I talk to myself--which is bad--or yarn to old Turpentine, my snake, just to hear the sound of words again.

Suddenly he saw himself as others in the crowd must surely see him; a silent, solitary figure, standing apart from the rest. He looked out at the hoardes of singing, laughing people and felt more alone than he'd ever felt in his life. Was this how it was going to be then? Was this who he was? A man apart from his fellows, making the journey through life alone?

They all lived in their own little clouds.

I was born to be alone, and I always shall be but now I want to be.

One of the big features of living alone was that you could talk to yourself all you wanted and address imaginary audiences, running the gamut of emotion.

Mind you, after a time freedom can be a lonesome thing

I very much wished not to be noticed, and to be left alone, and I sort of succeeded.

Often I wished for someone to share my mind with; but their hearts were in little things, they would have thought me a dreamer, and I had to plan alone.

It had come to him that no one would ever look from these eyes but he: that among all the lives, numerous beyond imagination, in which he might have lived, he was this one, pinned to this single point of infinity; the rest always to be alien, he to be I.

If only the clouds would lift, and she could sit down and read, she knew that she would feel better at once.

Sharing a room with a cadaver is only mildly different from being in a room alone. They are the same sort of company as people across from you on subways or in airport lounges, there but not there. Your eyes keep going back to them, for lack of anything more interesting to look at, and then you feel bad for staring.

For years the tears fell without touching the ground. On this night they hit the floor.

My dreams were all my own; I accounted them to nobody; They were my refuge when annoyed - my dearest pleasure when free.

Satan has his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and detested.

Children ask me sometimes what book I'd take to a desert island, but I think I couldn't go to a desert island unless it had a library.