Quotes About Solitude

I write because I am alone and move through the world alone. No one will know what has passed through me... I write because there are stories that people have forgotten to tell, because I am a woman trying to stand up in my life... I write out of hurt and how to make hurt okay; how to make myself strong and come home, and it may be the only real home I'll ever have.

Anything we fully do is an alone journey.

Anything you do fully is an alone journey.

It's solitary drinking that makes drunkards.

The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

The situation of a man in the midst of a crowd, yet as completely in the power of another, life and all, as if they two were in the deepest solitude.

She had wandered, without rule or guidance, into a moral wilderness... Her intellect and heart had their home, as it were, in desert places, where she roamed as freely as the wild Indian in his woods... The scarlet letter was her passport into regions where other women dared not tread. Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers—stern and wild ones—and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

Saying she doesn't mind being alone...that she's alright... There isn't a person alive who'd really feel that way!

Sometimes...I just want to run away from it all

I want to live my life without troubling anyone. That's why it's best for me to keep my interactions... with others to the bare minimum...not that I've ever been the type of person to attract other people...but if I keep my distance...at least I won't bother anyone.

I wanted people to notice me...but at the same time, I wanted to be left alone.

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

When we feel so alone, we cannot presume to teach him who, at the apogee of his agony, trod "the winepress alone" anything about feeling forsaken.

Books were safer than other people anyway.

I was one those kids who had books on them. Before weddings, Bar Mitzvahs, funerals and anything else where you're actually meant to not be reading, my family would frisk me and take the book away. If they didn't find it by this point in the procedure, I would be sitting over in that corner completely unnoticed just reading my book.

Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of a job: it's always you versus a blank sheet of paper (or a blank screen) and quite often the blank piece of paper wins.

in a few moments he came into the core of himself, where he was alone, and felt strangely companioned, not by anyone or anything, but by himself. The rejected self found refuge here, not a cowed refuge, but somehow a wandering ease; as if it were indestructible, and had its own final pride, its own secret eyes.

Perils of solitude #1: People talk to you. I'd rather listen.

Few people associate words like serenity and tranquility with motorcycling, but some of us discover those mind-states by motoring along on our own two wheels, out in the weather and part of the scenery, on quiet roads of our choosing.

One of the reasons I became a writer is that, unlike starting a band, directing movies, or acting in a theatrical production, you can do it alone. Your success and failure depend entirely on yourself.

This is where he had ended up, lying on his back, trying to forget himself.

It wasn't always easy learning to be me . . . Being me, I guess, to be myself alone It was lonely, sometimes, sometimes it was blue

Someone is singing from the bed of red flowers, a lover recounting his past passion. What has happened, friends? The solitude of this house of flowers has been shattered, a broken wing is mourning its lost feathers and its flight through the universe.

The farther away you get from the literary traffic, the closer you are to sources.