Julia Quinn Quotes

He who does not fill his world with phantoms remains alone.

We seem so frightened today of being alone that we never let it happen. Even if family, friends, and movies should fail, there is still the radio or televsion to fill up the void... We can do our housework with soap-opera heroes at our side... Now instead of planting our solitude with our own dream blossoms, we choke the space with continuous music, chatter, and companionship to which we do not even listen. It is simply there to fill the vacuum. When the noise stops there is no inner music to take its place. We must re-learn to be alone.

I find it wholesome to be alone the greater part of the time. To be in company, even with the best, is soon wearisome and dissipating. I love to be alone. I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude.

I simply adore being alone - I find it a consuming thirst - and when that thirst is slaked, then I am happy.

There's a difference between solitude and loneliness. I can understand the concept of being a monk for a while.

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.

You've built your homeyou've fledged your birdsyou've beaten the windwith your bonesyou've finished alonewhat no one began

Nothing impresses the mind with a deeper feeling of loneliness than to tread the silent and deserted scene of former throng and pageant.

I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.

In general, I think, human beings are happiest at table when they are very young, very much in love or very alone.

There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone.

A person who finds silence and solitude boring is a person who is himself boring, empty of anything worth consideration.

Their leaving made me melancholy, though I also felt something like relief when they disappeared into the dark trees. I hadn't needed to get anything from my pack; I'd only wanted to be alone. Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.

The thing that I love, especially after sound check, is when I'm in that stadium alone. It's complete silence. I love that.

I am entirely alone. I and my shadow fill the universe.

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

When you are out in the land, OK, you have the land but you are alone with it. And sometimes it is too much.

Isn't it fascinating how long a few minutes seem when you are completely alone with not a familiar face in sight?

What remains is solitude.

Better, Cilla thought, to be alone on a quiet night than to be alone in a crowd. Much better.

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

The place that I love most is the stillness. It's not that the stillness is lost when I talk or when I teach because the words arise out of the stillness. But when people leave me, there is only the stillness left. And I love that so much.

As I became a creature of the empty tunnels, survival became easier and more difficult all at once. I gained in the physical skills and experience necessary to live on. I could defeat almost anything that wandered into my chosen domain. It did not take me long, however, to discover one nemesis that I could neither defeat nor flee. It followed me wherever I went - indeed, the farther I ran, the more it closed in around me. My enemy was solitude, the interminable, incessant silence of hushed corridors.

Solitude is different from loneliness, and it doesn't have to be a lonely kind of thing.

I got up and walked back to my roominghouse. The moonlight was bright. My footsteps echoed in the empty street and it sounded as if somebody was following me, I looked around. I was mistaken. I was quite alone.