Quotes About Seclusion

There are portions of Malibu that are very remote; it's like living in the country somewhere.

I live on the ground floor, so I have these lacy curtains during the day and then as soon as it gets dark, I'm like, 'Blackout blinds! Shutters!' I like being more private.

I internalise things. My sorrows and joys are private.

He also dropped out of the scene and is no longer to be found among other flambeurs.

It [the scarlet letter] had the effect of a spell, taking her out of the ordinary relations with humanity, and enclosing her in a sphere by herself.

They stood, as it were, in an utter solitude, which would be made none the less solitary by the densest throng of human life.

It had the effect of a spell, taking her out of the ordinary relations with humanity and enclosing her in a sphere by herself.

Mother and daughter stood together in the same circle of seclusion from human society;

They are unavoidable at this moment, standing, as you do, on the outer verge of your long seclusion, and peopling the world with ugly shapes, which you will soon find to be as unreal as the giants and ogres of a child's story-book. I find nothing so singular in life, as that everything appears to lose its substance the instant one actually grapples with it. So it will be with what you think so terrible.

I still believe in more privacy and less talk.

loneliness is something I've never been bothered with because I've always had this terrible itch for solitude.

And when nobody wakes you up in the morning, and when nobody waits for you at night, and when you can do whatever you want. What do you call it, freedom or loneliness

I don't like people

I just miss - I miss being anonymous.

It was good to be alone. Really alone, without other people around you to let you imagine that your life had mingled with theirs. But that never was true. Even together, people were as solitary as cows in a field chewing their own cud.

Privacy and loneliness were the traditional luxuries accorded to a skipper.

Pour vivre heureux, vivons cachés, says an old French dictum—to live happily, live hidden.

For you, freedom means leave me alone. For the masses, it means give me a break.

Selfishness is uncomfortable even for the selfish. Hence the rise of gated communities: the privileged don't like to be reminded of their privileges - if these carry morally dubious connotations.

No one would ever find her here. Even from the high saddle there was no sign of the way she'd come, no path, no road, only the bent backs of the hills repeating themselves, over and over, on one side of the road all the way to the western mountains, on the other to the sea.

The Lord had the wonderful advantage of being able to work alone.

from within their thicket of nowhere left to hide

Is there some particular reason that you're here?" ... "Not this again." "Not what again?" said Clary. "Every time I annoy him, he retreats into his No Mundanes Allowed tree house." Simon pointed at Jace.

Asha climbed quickly, to the fifth story and the room where her uncle read. Not that there are any rooms where he does not read. Lord Rodrik was seldom seen without a book in hand, be it in the privy, on the deck of his Sea Song, or whilst holding audience. Asha had oft seen him reading on his high seat beneath the silver scythes. He would listen to each case as it was laid before him, pronounce his judgment . . . and read a bit whilst his captain-of-guards went to bring in the next supplicant.