Quotes About Solitude

But the truth was when it came to grief, each person was an island, alone. She'd learned that the hard way. She

woods in the predawn darkness, the silence only broken by the sloshing of his flask.

It had been a long time since she had allowed a man to put his arms around her, to let herself relax into the warmth of his presence.

Il viaggio immobile è il più difficile di tutti, perché non hai scampo, sei solo con te stesso, in preda alle visioni, e lasciarsi andare è facile, quasi naturale.

However, anyone to whom this happens should not leave his room upon awakening, should speak to no-one, but remain alone and sober until everything comes back to him, and he recalls the dream.

Ter calma e uma alma forte, limpa e sincera, assim tudo sairá bem. Não sentir-se só nem débil, porque detrás de cada pessoa há exércitos poderosos que não podemos conceber nem sequer sonhar. Quando se eleva o pensamento, não há mal que possa alcançar. O único inimigo que se deve temer é a nós mesmos.

We must come together in ways that respect the solitude of the soul that avoid the unconscious violence we do when we try to save each other that evoke our capacity to hold another life without dishonoring its mystery never trying to coerce the other into meeting our own needs.

Os homens desesperados vivem em cantos. Todos os homens que amam vivem em cantos. Todos os leitores de livros vivem em cantos.

Por vezes é suficiente a bruma ou a montanha. Por vezes uma árvore que se inclina sob as rajadas do vento é suficiente. Por vezes a noite é suficiente, e não o sonho que torna presente à alma aquilo que lhe falta ou que perdeu.

Ele tinha a impressão de ser um pedaço de gelo que as correntes levavam para onde queriam. Mantinha a cabeça virada para a margem. Olhava a charneca na aurora onde começava a nascer e a errar a bruma. Respirava com dificuldade.

Por lo menos no supe encontrar otra cosa que me consolase tanto del pequeño exceso de soledad que se había refugiado en mí.

J'aime la lecture car c'est la seule conversation à laquelle on peut couper court à tout instant, et dans l'instant.

Without music, life is a journey through a desert.

There is nothing in the world as enticing as a wood of any kind, because of its mysteries.

You mustn't take any notice of what I'm saying when I'm talking to myself. It's only a bad habit we fall into when we're solitary and we always say the worst to ourselves.

The loneliness of writing drives me nuts sometimes. Notice when it's going bad, it's loneliness and when it's going good it's solitude.

Jesus said, "But when you pray, go into your room and shut the door and pray to your Father who is in secret.

I did not want to think about people. I wanted the trees, the scents and colors, the shifting shadows of the wood, which spoke a language I understood. I wished I could simply disappear in it, live like a bird or a fox through the winter, and leave the things I had glimpsed to resolve themselves without me.

It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.

Asil left Bran alone with his thoughts then, because if he stayed, Bran would argue with him. This way, Bran would have no one to argue with but himself. And Asil had always credited Bran with the ability to be persuasive.

Charles was most comfortable by himself or, if that wasn't possible, with his pack in the wild. Talking for hours in a crowded auditorium was not on any list of things he enjoyed—or things he was good at. At least no one had died. Yet.

I thought it would be quieter here." [Anna] hadn't meant to say anything, but the noise startled her. "The wind in the trees," Bran said. "And there are some birds that stay year-round. Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.

Can you hear the silence? It's the good kind of silence, not the silence that listens back.

Sometimes when the wind is still and the cold is upon us, the quiet is so deep you can feel it in your bones.