Quotes About Solitude

De ce un singuratic simte mai mult? Fiindca singuratatea-i suferinta.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j'ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

Sunt convins c? nu sunt absolut nimic în univers, dar simt c? singura existen?? real? este a mea.

The truly solitary being is not the man who is abandoned by men, but the man who suffers in their midst, who drags his desert through the marketplace and deploys his talents as a smiling leper, a mountebank of the irreparable. The great solitaries were happy in the old days, knew nothing of duplicity, had nothing to hide: they conversed only with their own solitude.

Our power resides in our incapacity to know how alone we are.

Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.

In the days when I set off on month-long bicycle trips across France, my greatest pleasure was to stop in country cemeteries, to stretch out between two graves, and to smoke for hours on end. I think of those days as the most active period of my life.

Marea e duhovnicul meu.?- ce mult îmi place aceast? fraz? a Elisabetei de Austria!

It is trifling to believe in what you do or in what others do. You should avoid simulacra and even "realities"; you should take up a position external to everything and everyone, drive off or grind down your appetites, live, according to a Hindu adage, with as few desires as a "solitary elephant.

Cu fiecare zi sîntem mai singuri. Ce grea si ce usoara trebuie sa fie ultima!

Solitude: so fulfilling that the merest rendezvous is a crucifixion.

I would like to forget everything, to forget myself and to forget the world.

Nu am nimic de spus nim?nui,am intrat de mult? vreme în Incomunicabil.

S? telefonezi cuiva ÅŸi apoi, brusc, de team? s? nu-i auzi glasul, s? închizi.-AÅŸa arat?, pe scurt, relaÅ£iile mele cu ceilalÅ£i.O sih?strie cu un dram de sociabilitate.

Characteristic of sickness to stay awake when everything sleeps, when everything is at rest, even the sick man.

vremea când o porneam cu bicicleta, luni în È™ir, prin FranÈ›a, cea mai mare pl?cere a mea era s? m? opresc în cimitire de È›ar?, s? m? întind între dou? morminte È™i s? fumez aÈ™a ore întregi. M? gândesc la asta ca la perioada cea mai activ? din viaÈ›a mea.

Marii singuratici nu s-au retras niciodat? spre a se preg?ti pentru via??, ci pentru a suporta interioriza?i ?i resemna?i lichidarea vie?ii din ei.

Singur?tatea-i o exasperare ontologic? a fiinÅ£ei noastre. EÅŸti mai mult decât trebuie. Iar lumea-i mai puÅ£in decât ar trebui.

ViaÅ£a în comun devine intolerabil?, iar viaÅ£a de unul singur, ÅŸi mai de nesu portat.

Here on the coast of Normandy, at this hour of the morning, I needed no one. The very gulls' presence bothered me: I drove them off with stones. And hearing their supernatural shrieks, I realized that that was just what I wanted, that only the Sinister could soothe me, and that it was for such a confrontation that I had got up before dawn.

Singur?tatea nu te înva?? c? eÈ™ti singur, ci singurul.

Cel singur merge c?tre cel ce este cel mai singur, c?tre singurul, c?tre cel ale c?rui feÅ£e negative r?mân, dup? aventura cunoaÅŸterii, unica noastr? moÅŸtenire.

At bottom, for me, the act of writing is a sort of dialogue with God. I say with God, but I am not a believer, although I cannot say that I am an unbeliever either. But for me, this meeting with God is in the act of writing. A solitude which meets another, a solitude in front of another solitude. 'God' being more alone than oneself. Such a shame that, to reach God, there is no bypassing faith.