Jessy Schram Quotes

I live an isolated life, and I rarely meet others.

The eagle has no liberty; he only has loneliness.

I am out of humanity's reach.

I endeavored to renounce society, that I might avoid temptation. But it was a poor religion; so far as it prevailed, only tended to make me gloomy, stupid, unsociable, and useless.

And then the days came when I was alone.

It is my private life which no one knows anything about, nor ever will. It needs more than half my time if it is to be a success.

'The difficulty with this conversation,' said Arthur after a sort of pondering look had crawled slowly across his face like a mountaineer negotiating a tricky outcrop, 'is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.'

The liar leads an existence of unutterable loneliness.

People say strange things, the boy thought. Sometimes it's better to be with the sheep, who don't say anything. And better still to be alone with one's books. They tell their incredible stories at the time when you want to hear them. But when you're talking to people, they say some things that are so strange that you don't know how to continue the conversation.

I live absolutely like an oyster.

The home was a closed sphere touched only at its edge by the world's evolution.

To keep a faith pure, man had better retire to a monastery.

The reason to have a home is to keep certain people in and everyone else out.

Declining from the public ways, walk in unfrequented paths.

Seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

Hide until everybody goes home. Hide until everybody forgets about you. Hide until everybody dies.

She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was in their ears; the chirp of birds; other incidents of garden life, inaudible, invisible to her in the bedroom, absorbed them. Isolated on a green island, hedged about with snowdrops, laid with a counterpane of puckered silk, the innocent island floated under her window. Only George lagged behind.

I want to be married and I want to be away from people.

I only said, 'I want to be left alone.'

We start out as little bits of disconnected dust.

To retire to the monastery, or the woods, or the sea, is to escape from the sharp suggestions that spur on ambition.

My land is bare of chattering folk; / the clouds are low along the ridges, / and sweet's the air with curly smoke / from all my burning bridges.

Most people have never known solitude.... But there are a few of the other kind who can go back to their rooms anywhere and close the door on the whole world, and feel that they need never emerge.

Isolation, you know, carries the seeds of its own destruction because as times change, other things seep in.

I quite like being removed from the industry stuff so that when we're not on tour and we're writing, we're in a small room and you can't get out physically. I like that mental checking-out aspect - I think it's quite nice.