Quotes About Solitude

Minha alma era um rio parado, nenhum vento me enluava a vela dos meus sonhos. Desde a morte de meu pai me derivo sozinho, órfão como uma onda, irmão das coisas sem nome.

Toda a vida acreditei: amor é dois se duplicarem em um. Mas hoje sinto: ser um é ainda muito. De mais. Ambiciono, sim, ser o múltiplo de nada. Ninguém no plural. Ninguéns.

Quem não tem amigo é que viaja sem bagagem.

A cinza resta, inteira, no extremo do cigarro aceso. É como se Bartolomeu Sozinho quisesse recolher, intacto, o tempo já consumido.

W]henever the masses were let into the Church, the spiritual giants, the saints, fled to the desert.

Il tenente Dumbar non era realmente inghiottito. Ma quella fu la prima parola che gli si fissò in mente. Tutto era immenso. Quel vasto cielo azzurro senza una nube. Quell'oceano d'erba che ondeggiava al vento. Null'altro, fino a dove riusciva a spingere lo sguardo. Non una pista, non una traccia di sochi lasciati da altre ruote che il carro potesse seguire. Solo lo spazio, assoluto e vuoto

We sometimes enjoy people's presence most when we register their absence.

Being very strange kept people away. And if people stayed away, you could never disappoint them.

Think of the letters which have placed you nowhere, have given you something lonely, and the restraint of all anger at loneliness.

I knew I was alone in a way that no earthling has ever been before.

The summer passed quietly. I busied myself as best I could, reading a good deal.

Solitude is the natural dwelling place of truth…It is there you will wrestle. It is there you will be tested by fire and by darkness.

switched it off. He fell asleep holding Pin's kingfisher in his hand.

Though perhaps it is a kind of faith, a return to the beginnings to see if what was lost may again be found. In solitude, in exile, we come to know what cannot otherwise be known; we remember what we saw and see it for the first time.

I don't mean to be critical, but you have been away from civilization for quite a long time. One's perspectives can narrow.

David dropped his eyes. In a low voice, he said, "One can be alone, even in a household full of people who speak incessantly.

I know I should be reassuring him that everything's all right, that he needn't worry, but I can't. Instead I'm talking to someone I don't know who isn't even there. Thank you, I'm saying. Thank you for Lucy, thank you for Claire and for Daniel, thank you for this cold and this blood and this pain. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.

It was all very well growing old disgracefully and running your umbrella along life's railings, but when you'd annoyed as many people as possible and told yourself you'd thoroughly enjoyed it, you still had to return home to a cold hearth and deal with it on your own.

Modern life seems set up so that we can avoid loneliness at all costs, but maybe it's worthwhile to face it occasionally. The further we push aloneness away, the less are we able to cope with it, and the more terrifying it gets.

That silence intimidates puzzles me. Silence is to me normal, comfortable." Later he added, "I will admit to feeling a little contempt for those who can't keep quiet.

Solitude increased my perception. But here's the tricky thing: when I applied my increased perception to myself, I lost my identity. There was no audience, no one to perform for. There was no need to define myself. I became irrelevant. (I)solation felt more like communion...To put it romantically, I was completely free.

The life inside a book always felt welcoming to Knight. It pressed no demands on him, while the world of human interactions was so complex.

Two of life's greatest pleasures, by my reckoning, are camping and reading—most gloriously, both at once.

If you like solitude, you're never alone.