Quotes About Solitude

I stepped out of the shower and dried my hair, rubbed on body lotion, cleaned my ears. Then to the kitchen to heat up the last of the coffee. Only to discover: no one sitting at the opposite side of the table. Staring at that chair where no one sat, I felt like a tiny child in a De Chirico painting, left behind all alone in a foreign country.

All I wanted was to put myself to sleep in towns I didn't know.

And my inability to share this anger with anybody in the lobby aroused in me a profound sense of isolation. - Toru Okada

Onsuz yaln?zl?k duyuyordum, ama yaln?zl?k duyabilmem bile bana bir avuntu gibi geliyordu. Yaln?zl?k o denli de kötü bir duygu deÄŸildi. Küçük kuÅŸlar uçup gittikten sonra akmeÅŸenin sesizliÄŸi gibi bir ÅŸeydi.

Although I was lonely, I was not unhappy. I was able to cling to myself. At least now I had a self to cling to.

It almost hurt to look at that far-off sky.

All I know is I'm totally alone. All alone i n an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who's lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don't know, and I give up thinking about it.

It was as good as sealing yourself into a dungeon. Walled in, with nowhere to go but your own doom.

We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center of the meadow and dart into the woods.

Die Leute schauen vorbei, nehmen ein paar Drinks, hören sich die Musik an, unterhalten sich und gehen dann nach Hause. Sie sind bereit, für ein paar Drinks bis hier hinauszufahren und dann noch eine Menge Geld auszugeben – und weißt du, warum? Weil jeder das gleiche sucht: einen imaginären Ort, sein eigenes Luftschloss, und darin seinen ganz besonderen privaten Winkel.

Somewhere inside me, there was still preserved a broad, open space, untouched, for Naoko and no one else.

as individuals each of us is extremely isolated, while at the same time we are all linked by a prototypical memory.

All I wanted was to put myself to sleep in towns I didn't know.

A veces me siento como el portero de un museo. Un museo vacío, desierto, que ya nadie visita. Y yo lo custodio exclusivamente para mí.»

I could never get excited about games you play with other people. I can't get into them. I lose interest.

No one noticed that I had changed- that I had given up sleep entirely, that I was spending all my time reading, that my mind was someplace a hundred years - and hundreds of miles - from reality.

I hear things. Not sounds, but thick slabs of silence being dragged through the dark.

But this is something you have to figure out on your own. Nobody can help you. That's what love's all about, Kafka. You're the one having those wonderful feelings. but you have to go it alone as you wander through the dark. Your mind and body have to bear it. All by yourself.

There we were, sitting quietly on the edge of the world, and no one could see us. I just wanted to stay this way forever. I knew that was impossible – our life here was just a momentary illusion, and someday reality would yank us back to the world we came from.

Everyone ended up alone sooner or later. He was thirty at the time, beyond the age for complaining about loneliness. He felt as if he had put on several years all at once. But that was all. No further emotion welled up inside him.

Leía mucho, lo que no quiere decir que leyera muchos libros. Más bien prefería releer las obras que me habían gustado. (...) Así pues, no tenía este punto en común con los demás, y leía mis libros a solas y en silencio. Los releía y cerraba los ojos y me llenaban de su aroma. Sólo aspirando la fragancia de un libro, tocando sus páginas, me sentía feliz.

Rose had grown up in a room filled with sixty other girls. She was used to the intimacy of other female bodies. When a girl reached out a hand to her, Rose always instinctively grabbed it. Poppy was not used to touching other women. Poppy was that strange thing: an only child.

Wenn zwei voneinander scheiden, So so geben sie sich die Händ Und fangen an zu weinen, Und seufzen ohne End. Wir haben nicht geweinet, Wir seufzten nicht Weh und Ach! Die Tränen und die Seufzer, Die kamen hintennach.

I am brave, though I am alone.