Robert Cormier Quotes

People ask me where I go to get away, and I say 'Home.'

I like, very much, nature. Since I'm always together with people, I like to retreat.

I think for me, home needs to be a sanctuary. I need to feel like I've escaped the day when I get home.

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.

I'm off to sit on a cliff.

Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife …

No matter what happens, I can go back to the mountains. I have nature and my wonderful friends and neighbors. I get so much by being there.

Oh, why can't we break away from all this, just you and I, and lodge with my fleas in the hills? I mean flee to my lodge in the hills.

I preferred to look at the sea, which said nothing and never made you feel alone.

Going to the mountains is going home.

Silence is the universal refuge, the sequel to all dull discourses and all foolish acts, a balm to our every chagrin, as welcome after satiety as after disappointment; that background which the painter may not daub, be he master or bungler, and which, however awkward a figure we may have made in the foreground, remains ever our inviolable asylum, where no indignity can assail, no personality can disturb us.

Far from the world I walk, and from all care.

Somewhere where people aren't so mad would be nice, but I don't know if there is anywhere like that.

Your home is your refuge.

When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider the orderliness of the world.

Sometimes one simply wants to disappear.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.

It always smelled like it was raining outside, even if it wasn't, and you were in the only nice, dry, cosy place in the world.

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!

I find in myself a need to get very away.

The sorrowful spirit finds relaxation in solitude. It abhors people, as a wounded deer deserts the herd and lives in a cave until it is healed or dead.

It was so much easier to be alone, if one could find just the right location.

I tend to have to just get away from it all, so it is nice when touring to be able to come home for a week or two and close the door and not really see anybody.

But also I wanted him to go away and leave me be. I was granted one weak grace. Back in the room where the green chair was still warm from his body, I blew that lonely, flickering candle out