Quotes About Individuality

La libertad es la posibilidad de aislamiento. Eres libre si puedes alejarte de los hombre, sin que te obligue a buscarlos la necesidad de dinero, o la necesidad gregaria, o el amor, o la gloria, o la curiosidad, que no pueden encontrar alimento en el silencio y la soledad. Si te resulta imposible vivir solo, has nacido esclavo. Puedes tener toda la grandeza de espíritu, toda la grandeza del alma: eres un esclavo noble o un siervo inteligente: no eres libre.

All pleasure is a vice because seeking pleasure is what everyone does in life, and the worst vice of all is to do what everyone else does.

I never tried to be anything other than a dreamer. I never paid any attention to people who told me to go out and live. I belonged always to whatever was far from me and to whatever I could never be. Anything that was not mine, however base, always seemed to be full of poetry.

My God, My God, who am I watching? How many am I? Who is I? What is this gap between me and myself?

Não me queiram converter a convicção: sou lúcido. Já disse: sou lúcido. Nada de estéticas com coração: sou lúcido. Merda! Sou lúcido.

If you cannot live alone, then you were born a slave.

A alma humana é um manicómio de caricaturas.

Pertencer - eis a banalidade. Credo, ideal, mulher ou profissão - tudo isso é a cela e as algemas. Ser é estar livre.

Tener opiniones es estar vendido a uno mismo. No tener opiniones es existir. Tener todas las opiniones es ser poeta.

Por isso, alheio, vou lendo como páginas, meu ser

No subordinarse a nada, ni a un hombre ni a un amor ni a una idea; tener siempre la independencia distante que consiste en no creer en la verdad ni, si la hubiese, en la utilidad de conocerla, ése es el estado en el que, según me parece, deber transcurrir en sí misma, la vida intelectual de los que no viven sin pensar.

Fortunately for humanity, each man is only himself and only the genius is given the ability to be others as well.

It's the fact that in all this — sky, earth, world — there is never anything but myself!

No one loves anyone else; he loves What he finds of himself in other. Don't fret if others don't love you. They feel Who you are, and you're a stranger. Be who you are, even if never loved. Secure in yourself, you will suffer Few Sorrows. 10 August 1932

And there are many whose dullness and sameness of life is not what they wanted for their life, nor the result of not having wanted any life, but just a dulling of their own self-awareness, a spontaneous irony of the intellect.

The universe isn't mine: it's me. 139

I don't complain about the horrors of life. I complain only about the horrors of my life. The only important fact for me is the fact that I exist and that I suffer and cannot entirely dream myself out of feeling that suffering.

No one understands anyone else. We are, as the poet* said, islands in the sea of life; between us flows the sea that defines and separates us.

To belong to something — that's banal. Creed, ideal, wife or profession: nothing but prison cells and shackles.

I'm two, and both keep their distance – Siamese twins that aren't attached.

To belong is synonymous with banality.

Each of us is several, is many, is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the vast colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways. (Text 396)

Whatever is real in our sensations is precisely what they have that isn't ours. The sensations common to us all are what constitute reality. Our sensations' individuality, therefore, lies in whatever they have that's erroneous. What joy it would give me to see a scarlet-coloured sun! How totally and exclusively mine it would be!

The human soul is a madhouse of the grotesque.