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Quotes about Solitude

Being the smartest person in the room I think can be very lonely.
— Lindsey Morgan
A home filled with nothing but yourself. It's heavy, that lightness. It's crushing, that emptiness.
— Margaret Atwood
Life is hard, we say. An oyster's life is worse. She lives motionless, soundless, her own cold ugly shape her only dissipation.
— MFK Fisher
I have no sounds that could serve to soothe me, no violoncello like him, no lament that anyone would recognize as a lament because it sounds subdued, in an inexpressibly tender language. I have only these lines on the yellowish paper and words that are never new, for they keep saying the same thing through an entire life.
— Elias Canetti
In Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Dumbledore asks Snape not to wake Harry: "Let him sleep. For in dreams, we enter a world that is entirely our own. Let him swim in the deepest ocean or glide over the highest cloud.
— Arianna Huffington
Like dropping through a hole in everything that the world said was important….Like discovering that nothing else mattered and all I needed was now….Temporarily removed from the game….Like floating weightless on the Dead Sea and looking up at an empty sky.
— Arianna Huffington
It's a good feeling to not tell people what's going on.
— Ezra Furman
In winter when the snow and ice were fierce, we shook beneath our different roofs alone, and that's what Hell is like, I think. It's cold and shame and shaking. And worst of all, it's loneliness.
— Frederick Buechner
Solitude can be very rewarding and full of blessing because in the silence of the inner being, one finds God.
— Bishop Fulton J. Sheen
Nowhere can man find a quieter or more untroubled retreat than in his own soul
— Marcus Aurelius
Come away with me, he said, we will live on a desert island. I said, I am a desert island. It was not what he had in mind.
— Margaret Atwood
I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up outside the window, blowing in as dust across the floor.
— Margaret Atwood