Quotes About Solitude

I can hear beer cans softly pattering down on the pavement, then nothing.

You could travel mile after empty mile seeing nobody, nothing—just the rugged Meseta—and then happen upon an ancient village of a hundred homes, all conjoined and crowded together, enjambed and encircling a church, a castle, each village with its Franco-era frontón, linked, for better or worse, in prayer, in drink, in song. I

Only occasionally can you glimpse through the embrasures of an otherwise perfectly polite person to see the cannons aimed out, only in a certain glint of light do the eyeteeth become fangs. We are driven by desire and fear. Only in our solitary hungers do we find ourselves capable of the most magnificently unexpected sins.

I feel most at home in the water. I disappear. That's where I belong.

Somewhere a cicada conversed irritably with the night, then fell silent.

He stood there on the high rampart for a long time that night, listening to the Missouri and staring at the stars. He wondered at the source of the waters, of the mighty Big Horns whose tops he had seen but never touched. He wondered at the stars and the heavens, comforted by their vastness against his own small place in the world. Finally he climbed down from the ramparts and went inside, quickly finding the sleep that had eluded him before.

but I have grown accustomed to living alone, having one-sides conversations and arguments with myself that I still manage to lose.

Some people will find their own grave too crowded.

the library all alone, reading

Distance makes everything beautiful.

All those who do great things for God will ultimately stand alone.

Afterward I just lay there watching everyone kiss while I died, thinking how cool it was to be on my bedroom floor bleeding while everyone in America celebrated the end of my life

To think is to confine yourself to a single thought that one day stands still like a star in the world's sky.

Well," said the president, "you won't like the answer, but the answer is me. Me. I talk to myself.

what you wanted more than anything right then, was simply to sleep in your own bed, eat in your own kitchen, sit on your own toilet. You wanted to stop seeing the world. You wanted to see your world. So we would drive.

smiling. Alone, Mateo turned

We must reserve a back shop all our own, entirely free, in which to establish our real liberty and our principal retreat and solitude.

When I dance, I dance; when I sleep, I sleep. Nay, and when I walk alone in a beautiful Orchard, if my Thoughts are some part of the Time taken up with strange Occurrences, I some part of the Time call them back again to my Walk, or to the Orchard, to the Sweetness of the Solitude, and to my self.

Living together alone is hell between consenting adults.

While I was waiting to die, I still had the Journal of Nineteenth-Century Studies.

In the end, my cock was all I had.

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In this apartment, as in his whole life now, he knew he would always feel as though he were staying in a hotel.

Un tableau, ... dit pensivement Houellebecq. En tout cas, j'ai des murs pour l'accrocher. C'est la seule chose que j'aie vraiment, dans ma vie : des murs." (p. 146)