Quotes about Solitude
You will believe me when I say the life we lead grows less and less distinct from the life we led of Cruso's island. Sometimes I wake up not knowing where I am. The world is full of islands, said Cruso once. His words ring truer every day.
— JM Coetzee
As far as I'm concerned the only thing to do is sit in a room and get drunk
— Jack Kerouac
The silence was an intense roar.
— Jack Kerouac
I came to a point where I needed solitude and just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living', I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds.
— Jack Kerouac
I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all
— Jack Kerouac
After all this kind of fanfare, and even more, I came to a point where I needed solitude and to just stop the machine of 'thinking' and 'enjoying' what they call 'living,' I just wanted to lie in the grass and look at the clouds...
— Jack Kerouac
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running -- that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach....
— Jack Kerouac
No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he's hungry and sleep when he's sleepy.
— Jack Kerouac
And suddenly, not a soul's at the store as for other & similar & just as blank reasons, they've gone to the silence, the suppers of their own mystery.
— Jack Kerouac
I'd rather die than be famous, I want to go live in the desert With long wild hair, eating At my campfire, full of sand
— Jack Kerouac
Sunday morning,I empty of my little tricks to make life livable.
— Jack Kerouac
When it is recognized that there is nothing beyond what is seen of the mind itself, the discrimination of being and non-being ceases and, as there is thus no external world as the object of perception, nothing remains but the solitude of Reality.
— Jack Kerouac