Quotes about Solitude

There were no traces of human existence around them. Old ruts, overgrown with grass, made human presence seem more distant, adding the distance of years to the distance of miles. A haze of twilight remained over the ground, but in the breaks between the tree trunks there were leaves that hung in patches of shining green and seemed to light the forest. The leaves hung still. They walked, alone to move through a motionless world. She noticed suddenly that they had not said a word for a long time.

It was a small, dim room and the air in it seemed heavy, as if it had not been disturbed for years.

Mr. Roark, we're alone here. Why don't you tell me what you think of me? In any words you wish. No one will hear us." "But I don't think of you." Toohey

I should like to write my books only for the dear person who lies awake reading in bed until page last, then lets the open book fall gently on her face, to touch her smile or drink her tears.

Solitude is a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot, a tug of impalpable thread on the web pulling mate to mate and predator to prey, a beginning or an end.

Always we walk each other home. And always we walk some of it alone.

It is in his absence I prosper.

Solitude is only a human presumption. Every quiet step is thunder to beetle life underfoot; every choice is a world made new for the chosen.

It is in deep solitude and silence that I find the gentleness with which I can truly love my brother and sister.

I love to live alone in my own little cottage, where I can spend much time in prayer, etc.

Over, over, there is a soft place in my heart for all that is over, no, for the being over, words have been my only loves, not many.

Your sacred space is where you can find yourself over and over again.