Disha Patani Quotes

I'm not fond of crowds. I'm no jittery neurotic, but I don't really want to be surrounded by a lot of people if I have a choice.

I can't have a lot of people around me all the time. It really bugs me out that I have that many people. I need to be by myself.

I think I'm a very solitary person. To actually not be anonymous is a bit claustrophobic for me.

I am not a people person. It's not that I am shy, but I am more comfortable in an atmosphere of one-on-one. I hate crowds and parties.

I really need to be alone. I can't deal with someone sleeping next to me.

As evidenced during my failed audition, I'm a thorough introvert who would completely hate living in a 'Real World' house. I would have taken my Ikea comforter to the confessional room and never come out.

I don't like to go out to parties or clubbing, and I kind of like my anonymity.

I've always felt happy in my own company. It's only when I get around other people that things get sticky.

I don't really feel comfortable anywhere except when I'm working alone at home. It's exhausting to be out around people.

I feel alone and safe in public.

I was naturally a loner, content just to live with a woman, eat with her, sleep with her, walk down the street with her. I didn't want conversation, or to go anywhere except the racetrack or the boxing matches. I didn't understand t.v. I felt foolish paying money to go into a movie theatre and sit with other people to share their emotions. Parties sickened me. I hated the game-playing, the dirty play, the flirting, the amateur drunks, the bores.

I hate solitude but I am afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself and to turn it into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls.

If she were a writer she would collect her pencils and notebooks and favourite cat and write in bed. Strangers and lovers would never get past the locked door.

I am no longer alone with myself, and I can only artificially recall the scary and beautiful feeling of solitude. This is the shadow side of the fortune of love.

As a recluse I couldn't bear traffic. It had nothing to do with jealousy, I simply disliked people, crowds, anywhere, except at my readings. People diminished me, they sucked me dry.

I wish we were alone,” he says. “I almost always wish that,” I say.

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.

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

Remember, you are all alone in the kitchen and no one can see you.

Solitude desolates me; company oppresses me.

. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.

There are places in my heart...where no living soul...has...or can ever...trespass.

I loved being in my own head so much, it was getting harder and harder being with other people.

Every corner in a house, every angle in a room, every inch of secluded space in which we like to hide, or withdraw into ourselves, is a symbol of solitude for the imagination; that is to say, it is the germ of a room, or of a house.

Sometimes you just need your privacy.