Quotes About Seclusion

Two tiny corpses, one male and the other female, rattle around that enormous closet in my bedroom. Though deceased, still they are quick enough to hide themselves whenever I need to enter the closet to retrieve something.

For much of that day I had been secluded in my room, intently pursuing a typical activity of my early life and in the process badly ravaging what previously had been a well-made bed.

It would have been the middle of nowhere if it had been closer to other places.

I also have no problem if you want to find a cave and have someone roll a boulder in front of it.

I do like my own space. I like to just block the noise out after a while.

I really do miss being able to go through life a little less noticed.

We are extremely private, and we really got sort of ambushed by the notoriety.

We have nothing to do but listen,' said Harriet, and she suddenly realized how happy she was here with Guy, come out of his seclusion to be a companion of this freedom that, having neither past nor future, was a lacuna in time; a gift of leisure that need only be accepted and enjoyed.

I'd always had the idea that I didnt want to be found. That if you died and nobody knew about it that would be as close as you could get to never having been here in the first place.

Your only real safety would be in disappearing.

Today I live on an island, in a house that is sad, hard, severe, that I built for myself, solitary on a sheer rock over the sea: a house that is the spectre, the secret image of prison. The image of my nostalgia. Maybe I never desired, not even then, to escape from jail. Man is not meant to live freely in freedom, but to be free inside a prison.

He went down again into the darkness and seclusion of the wood. But he knew that the seclusion of the wood was illusory. The industrial noises broke the solitude, the sharp lights, though unseen, mocked it. A man could no longer be private and withdrawn. The world allows no hermits.

In the swamp, in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary, the thrush, The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song.

Novelty is a new kind of loneliness.

You can just sit in here, impervious and invisible. So invisible you might even forget yourself.

We move to Camp David and we hide. They can't get in there.

now at the end of a long avenue, but when he turned to, look for his followers not one was to be seen; the woods had closed instantly upon him as he had passed through. He was entirely alone, and utter

There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

sequestered

I am not fond of the idea of my shrubberies being always approachable.

she was now in great danger of suffering from intellectual solitude.

That was another way in which Monterey was agreeable—no one pried, no one asked unpleasant questions. Perhaps the reason for that was that there were few churches, and most of those Catholic.

I try to go unnoticed. I don't watch the news or read what they say. I try to stay on the sidelines.

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