Clarissa Pinkola Estes Quotes

Each life needs its own quiet place.

I just want silence... Jesus, it doesn't mean I don't like you. It just means right now, I like silence more.

One's need for loneliness is not satisfied if one sits at a table alone. There must be empty chairs as well.

It is important from time to time to slow down, to go away by yourself, and simply be.

I was never less alone than when by myself.

I love being by myself.

I've found throughout the years that I needed a place where I can go with no TV, no computer, no phone and just have no distractions and just be able to sit and think and just not be disturbed.

I enjoy my own thoughts sometimes.

I have always practiced by myself. It's just because that is when I can do the most work, the most efficient work, is when I am by myself, and I think I just find a little bit of peace when it comes to being able to be out here on the golf course, and you are just you and yourself and your thoughts.

I love to sit on my own and think, not to be photographed all the time.

Extraordinary things happen in solitude.

I spend most of my time alone, because I so value and thrive in the quiet. Heaven.

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

Your solitude will expand and become a place where you can live in the twilight, where the noise of other people passes, far in the distance.

In solitude, where we are least alone.

I feel that I need to return to the pure stillness periodically. And then, when the teaching happens, just allow it to arise out of the stillness. So the teaching and stillness are very closely connected. The teaching arises out of the stillness. But when I'm alone, there's only the stillness, and that is my favorite place.

For now she need not think of anybody. She could be herself, by herself. And that was what now she often felt the need of - to think; well not even to think. To be silent; to be alone.

I must stay alone and know that I am alone to contemplate and feel nature in full.

Woe unto him that is never alone, and cannot bear to be alone.

Sometimes, waking early before the others, wandering the rooms wrapped in a blanket or drinking my tea in the empty kitchen, I had that most rare of feelings, the sense that the world, so consistently overwhelming and incomprehensible, in fact has an order, oblique as it may seem, and I a place within it.

How dear to the mind of the sage are the thoughts that are bred in loneliness; for there is as it were music at his heart, and he talketh within him as with friends.

My library is my kingdom, and here I try to make my rule absolute-shutting off this single nook from wife, daughter and society. Elsewhere I have only a verbal authority, and vague. Unhappy is the man, in my opinion, who has no spot at home where he can be at home to himself-to court himself and hide away.

Being alone has a power over me that never fails. My interior dissolves (for the time being only superficially) and is ready to release what lies deeper. When I am willfully alone, a slight ordering of my interior begins to take place and I need nothing more.

The heart beats louder and the soul hears quicker in silence and solitude.

Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.