Quotes About Solitude

my greatest pleasure was to stop in country cemeteries, to stretch out between two graves, and to smoke for hours on end.

I seriously ask myself, What is the meaning of all this? Why raise questions, throw lights, or see shadows? Wouldn't it be better if I buried my tears in the sand on a seashore in utter solitude? But I never cried, because my tears have always turned into thoughts. And my thoughts are as bitter as tears.

At twenty, those nights when for hours at a time I would stand, forehead pressed against the pane, staring into the dark. . . .

Each of us takes on himself that unit of disaster which is the phenomenon man. And the only meaning time has is to multiply these units, endlessly to enlarge these vertical sufferings which depend upon a nonentity of matter, upon the pride of a given name, and upon a solitude without appeal.

I knew nothingness by heart, and I accepted my knowledge.

Incapable of getting up, nailed to my bed, I drift with the whims of my memory

I am one of the billions dragging himself across the earth's surface. One, and no more.

Of all the bonds which link us to things, there is not one which fails to slacken and dissolve under the influence of suffering, which frees us from everything except the obsession of ourselves and the sensation of being irrevocably individual. Suffering is solitude hypostatized as essence.

What right have you to pray for me? I need no intercessor, I shall manage alone.

at this hour of the morning, I needed no one.

everything I think is only myself and the self's humiliations.

This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else.

When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

To live in solitude means to relinquish all expectations about life. The only surprise in solitude is death.

The only free mind is the one that, pure of all intimacy with beings or objects, plies its own vacuity.

El ser verdaderamente solitario no es el que ha sido abandonado por los hombres, sino el que sufre en medio de ellos, el que arrastra su desierto en las ferias y despliega sus talentos de leproso sonriente, de comediante de lo irreparable. Los grandes solitarios de antaño eran felices, no conocían el doblez, no tenían nada que ocultar: no se relacionaban más que con su propia soledad…

The salutary or awkward consequences of what he thinks matter little to the man who questions himself at hours when others are the prey of sleep.

Zi dup? zi, m? târ?sc pe o bucat? de spaÈ›iu, la marginea Universului, în mijlocul unei infinit??i de cuvinte nepronunÈ›ate.

To deliver blows none of which land, to attack everyone without anyone's noticing, to shoot arrows whose poison you alone receive!

During the long nights in the caves, how many Hamlets must have murmured their endless monologues

What shall we tell the blind woman in Rilke's poem who lamented that 'I can no longer live with the sky upon me'? Would it comfort her if we told her we can no longer live with the earth underneath our feet?

When you have a sorrow that is too great it leaves no room for any other.

Dorotea bajó lentamente a la cripta, alumbrándose con un cirio prendido en la lámpara; abrió la mohosa puerta, cerró por dentro, y se tendió, apagando antes el cirio con el pie...

Enjoy that special place.