Quotes About Seclusion

The thing is, I really can't relate to anyone my own age. Not in a superior way - an inferior way, if anything. Socially, I have no idea what my friends are talking about. I don't listen to any new music. I feel very secluded.

Now that I am alone, I don't have to hide it; I don't have to hide anything any longer. I can let my face go because no one can see me; because there's twenty-one thousand feet between me and them... No, I don't have to press my teeth together or tighten the muscles of my jaw...

Forgive me. I am shy by nature:--& by position & experience, . . . by having had my nerves shaken to excess, & by leading a life of such seclusion, . . . by these things together & by others besides, I have appeared shy & ungrateful to you. Only not mistrustful. You could not mean to judge me so. Mistrustful people do not write as I write, . . . surely!

I'm so secluded. Very alone.

I am a night creature, and I write from midnight till dawn, secluded in my office and surrounded by my collection of dragons (I have 400 of them). I only use Macintosh computers, which I name in dynastic order. Right now I'm using MacDragon 5. Only the devil is able to decipher my handwriting.

To forget the whole world is easy; to make the whole world forget you is hard.

He smiled, a lazy curve of full lips that reminded her keenly of how those sensual lips had felt moving against hers. He leaned toward her, his voice meant for her ears alone. "Because your family and guests would be quite distressed to discover you had deceived them into believing you were married.

A few terminally ill persons I have known have quietly ascended their favorite mountain late in the day and made sure that they were above the freezing line for that particular time of the year. They used public transport to get there so that a parked car would not be spotted. Then, wearing light clothing, they sat down in a secluded spot to await the end.

isolation without end was a dangerous thing.

My dear Miss Parker, aside from the old priest, and now you, no one has lived in that building for three years!

Life in the silent, secluded little mansion in Passy was as smooth and regular as the gentle ticking of its antiquated clocks. (89)

The young household lived liked birds in a warm, secluded nest of moss.

Convent - a place of retirement for women who wish for leisure to meditate upon the sin of idleness.

This is what's beautiful about staying in a club or hotel: you're invisible, as is your neighbour.

All alone in an empty room.

An idyllic period of my existence was when I had a den attached to my home... a writing den, and no one had access to that unless they had their own special visa, applied for weeks in advance.

Let me be unambiguous. I prefer not to be photographed.

I almost died, secretly, behind closed doors.

Some unsuspected isle in the far seas, Some unsuspected isle in far-off seas.

He looked like a lodger who always kept himself to himself, or a nightwatchman who disappeared in the morning as soon as the day shift arrived.

It was something he had always done - moved apart, so he could be alone and think things or a little.

It gets creepy in the Hamptons after Labor Day. Like, I'm talking The Shining creepy.

Ancient lands, in all their prehistoric intactness: lake-solitudes hardly brushed by the hurrying feet of the centuries where the uninterrupted pedigrees of pelican and ibis and heron evolve their slow destinies in complete seclusion.

So I'm alone. I have no one. Is that what you're telling me?" - Junco, Range (to be published April 2013)