Campbell Scott Quotes

Desert, in generally, is a very good place to find yourself. Or lose yourself.

A desert is a place without expectation.

Siberia is a state of mind.

I'm from a very, very rural place. There's really nobody out there, just roads and farms.

The desert is an ocean in which no oar is dipped.

I have always loved the desert. One sits down on a desert sand dune, sees nothing, hears nothing. Yet through the silence something throbs, and gleams.

The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.

Where are the people?” resumed the little prince at last. “It’s a little lonely in the desert…” “It is lonely when you’re among people, too,” said the snake.

The Great Arizona Desert is full of the bleaching bones of people who waited for me to start something.

Only the desert has a fascination--to ride alone--in the sun in the forever unpossessed country--away from man. That is a great temptation.

In that Macondo forgotten even by the birds, where the dust and the heat had become so strong that it was difficult to breathe, secluded by solitude and love and by the solitude of love in a house where it was almost impossible to sleep because of the noise of the red ants, Aureliano, and Amaranta Úrsula were the only happy beings, and the most happy on the face of the earth.

The desert takes our dreams away from us, and they don't always return.

Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind. The pines taught me to talk to myself. In that garden I learnedto send myself off. Later there were no gardens.

A lot of people are lonely. A lot of people are lonely even when they're surrounded by other people.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

Loneliness Got a mind of its own The more people around The more you feel alone

First, the desert is the country of madness. Second, it is the refuge of the devil, thrown out into the "wilderness of upper Egypt" to "wander in dry places." Thirst drives man mad, and the devil himself is mad with a kind of thirst for his own lost excellence--lost because he has immured himself in it and closed out everything else. So the man who wanders into the desert to be himself must take care that he does not go mad and become the servant of the one who dwells there in a sterile paradise of emptiness and rage.

... we are all terribly alone no matter what people say.

There were people everywhere but no one was mine, and I was no one's.

Oh that the desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair spirit for my minister

There were people everywhere on the city street, but the stranger could not have been more alone if it were empty.

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.

No woman has ever stepped on Little America - and we have found it to be the most silent and peaceful place in the world.

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

The one thing I’d learned was that having someone with you all the time did not take away the loneliness. You could be surrounded by people and be lonely. Something was missing. I could almost pinpoint it, but right when it was within my grasp I forgot; it just slipped away.