Madonna Ciccone Quotes

Go and lie down in the dark... for hours... and don't move. I'm locking the door now

One of the unique things is that whether we were out at sea or in the middle of the water tank, a lot of times you just couldn't leave. Especially when we were out at sea.

I hate being immobile.

I don't do much else but stay in my hotel room.

Not a living thing was to be seen and the cottages that sat huddled close to the ground remained fast shut; the smoke from the chimneys alone still gave a sign of life.

There is nothing like the bootless solitude of those who are caged together.

Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows.

Pressed against her I can hear eternity -- hollow, lonely spaces and currents that churn ceaselessly, and the fallen snow welcomes the falling snow with a whispered "Hush".

It's the silence I imagine in the rest of the world, the silence of an endless ocean and uninhabitable island, a silence that can be seen from space.

Solitude may rust your words.

There is something about silence and being in the middle of nowhere that is really very attractive.

Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, “I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there’s something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it’s not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It’s not like I sit here philosophizing, because I’ve no talent for that. It’s just this thing about silence that’s so wonderful.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

I think there is no way to write about being alone. To write is to tell something to somebody to communicate to others. . . . Solitude is noncommunication, the absence of others, the presence of a self sufficient to itself.

Solitude is not measured by the miles of space that intervene between a man and his fellows. The really diligent student in one of the crowded hives of Cambridge college is as solitary as a dervis in the desert.

He liked the loneliness of inner space, the sense of being forgotten by the world.

The eagle has no liberty; he only has loneliness.

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

The moon is a friend for the lonesome to talk to.

I need, absolutely, to be alone.

Even Echo speaks not on these radiant moors.

Silence and solitude are more distracting to me than chatter and commotion.

Living in a tower, however secure it may feel, is hardly a social attribute.

I don't really see many people... don't really go anywhere either.

The end comes when we no longer talk with ourselves. It is the end of genuine thinking and the beginning of the final loneliness.