Quotes About Seclusion

Getting a room's not always enough. Sometimes you gotta close the door.

She could slip into the storeroom from there for the belated alone.

The toughest detail to deal with was the loneliness.

It would seem, from this, that the people of Omanorion had mastered the ultra-civilized art of minding their own business.

Orlando was unaccountably disappointed. She had thought of literature all these years (her seclusion, her rank, her sex must be her excuse) as something wild as the wind, hot as fire, swift as lightning; something errant, incalculable, abrupt, and behold, literature was an elderly gentleman in a grey suit talking about duchesses.

People should not leave looking-glasses hanging in their rooms any more then they should leave open cheque books or letters confessing some hideous crime.

Mrs. Dalloway raised her hand to her eyes, and, as the maid shut the door to, and she heard the swish of Lucy's skirts, she felt like a nun who has left the world and feels fold round her the familiar veils and the response to old devotions.

There is nothing in the world that I loathe more than group activity, that communal bath where the hairy and slippery mix in a multiplication of mediocrity.

I was always lonely and I am lonely still.

some individuals choose to move to remote and exotic locations

They set up her nursery in the bedroom in the attic, where things that were not wanted were kept

Nasib adalah kesunyian masing-masing

Vigny, more secretAs if in his tower of ivory, retired before noon.N.B. Vigny refers to Comte de Vigny, who locked himself in an ivory tower to work without the influences of man and desire.

in seclusion, she had secluded herself from a thousand natural and healing influences; that, her mind, brooding solitary, had grown diseased, as all minds do and must and will that reverse the appointed order of their Maker . . .

Cramped in all kinds of dim cupboards and hutches at Tellson's, the oldest of men carried on the business gravely. When they took a young man into Tellson's London house, they hid him somewhere till he was old. They kept him in a dark place, like a cheese, until he had the full Tellson flavour and blue-mould upon him. Then only was he permitted to be seen, spectacularly poring over large books, and casting his breeches and gaiters into the general weight of the establishment.

So Edith's mother lies unmentioned of her dear friends, who are deaf to the waves that are hoarse with repetition of their mystery, and blind to the dust that is piled upon the shore, and to the white arms that are beckoning, in the moonlight, to the invisible country far away. But all goes on, as it was wont, upon the margin of the unknown sea; and Edith standing there alone, and listening to its waves, has dank weed cast up at her feet, to strew her path in life withal.

To avoid the paparazzi

For me, the real earth is that chosen part of the universe, still almost universally dispersed and in course of gradual segregation, but which is little by little taking on body and form in Christ.

That's the time that I enjoy: away from the cameras, away from the audience, the scenery of going out to eat and everybody's staring at me.

I don't do much else but stay in my hotel room.

My private life stays private.

Nobody knows me, and I hope that it stays like this.

In seeking comfort, we generally find a quiet corner in life where there is a minimum of conflict, and then we are afraid to step out of that seclusion.

Forsake the world and cling to the shadows.