Quotes About Solitude

Människohopen glesnade, man hörde tydligt havets brus. En ung kvinna, som stödde båda händerna mot balustraden, lyfte ansiktet mot himlen, ett blått ansikte med ett svart tvärstreck, de målade läpparna. Jag undrade ett ögonblick om jag inte skulle älska människorna. Men när allt kom omkring var det deras söndag och inte min.

she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me. It seems funny. Yet I know that I exist, that I am here. Now

Bugünkü aÅŸamada, mevcut düÅŸünme yöntemlerimizle, bir düÅŸüncenin bir nesne kar??s?ndaki aç?l?m? yaln?zl??? öngörmektedir.

De boeken van Genet zijn bordelen, waarin je door een kiertje naar binnen glipt, in de hoop dat je er niemand zult tegenkomen; zodra je binnen bent, blijk je volstrekt alleen te zijn.

Si tu te sens seul lorsque tu es seul, tu es en mauvaise compagnie.

Yaln?z olmak!' diye ellerini ovuÅŸturarak inliyordu. 'Ak?l dan??acak kimsesi olmamak, doÄŸru yolda m?y?m, deÄŸil miyim bana söyleyecek birisi!' ...

I savour this total oblivion into which I have fallen. I am between two towns. One knows nothing of me, the other knows me no longer.

Ben geçmiÅŸimi nerede saklayaca??m? GeçmiÅŸinizi cebinizde saklayamazs?n?z. Onu koyacak bir eviniz olmal?. Gövdemden baÅŸka ÅŸeyim yok benim. Yapayaln?z bir adam, salt gövdesiyle an?lar? durdurup saklayamaz. An?lar üzerinden geçip gider onun.

We had a horrible fear of him because we sensed he was alone.

Now I think of no one anymore. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

It gnaws at her, I'm sure of it, but slowly, patiently: she takes the upper hand, she is able neither to console herself nor abandon herself to her suffering. She thinks about it a little bit, a very little bit, now and again she passes it on. Especially when she is with people, because they console her and also because it comforts her a little to talk about it with poise, with an air of giving advice. When she is alone in the rooms I hear her humming to keep herself from thinking.

When you live alone you no longer know what it is to tell something: the plausible disappears at the same time as the friends.

Ces émotions inoffensives je ne les ai jamais refusées; au contraire. Pour les ressentir il suffit d'être un tout petit peu seul, juste assez pour se débarrasser au bon moment de la vraisemblance.

Prima di prendere questa decisione mi sentivo in una solitudine così terribile che pensavo al suicidio. Ciò che mi ha trattenuto è stata l'idea che nessuno, assolutamente nessuno si sarebbe commosso alla mia morte, che in morte sarei stato ancora più solo che in vita.

When you want to understand something you stand in front of it, alone, without help: all the past in the world is of no use. Then it disappears and what you wanted to understand disappears with it.

She takes her pleasure and I am no more for her than if I had never met her; she has suddenly emptied herself of me, and all other consciousness in the world has also emptied itself of me.

Tal vez sea imposible comprender el propio rostro. ¿O acaso es porque soy un hombre solo? Los que viven en sociedad han aprendido a mirarse en los espejos, tal como los ven sus amigos. Yo no tengo amigos; ¿por eso es mi carne tan desnuda? Sí, es como la naturaleza sin los hombres.

Le silence, c'est Dieu. L'absence, c'est Dieu. Dieu, c'est la solitude des hommes.

I am alone now. Not quite alone. Hovering in front of me is still this idea. It has rolled itself into a ball, it stays there like a large cat; it explains nothing, it does not move, and it contents itself with saying no.

Now I think of no one any more. I don't even bother looking for words. It flows in me, more or less quickly. I fix nothing, I let it go. Through the lack of attaching myself to words, my thoughts remain nebulous most of the time. They sketch vague, pleasant shapes and then are swallowed up: I forget them almost immediately.

Le teníamos un miedo horrible porque sabíamos que estaba solo.

L'angoisse commence pour un homme et le délaissement et les sueurs de sang, quand il ne peut plus avoir d'autre témoin que lui-même.

When you live alone, you even forget what it is to tell a story: plausibility disappears at the same time as friends. You let events flow by too: you suddenly see people appear who speak and then go away; you plunge into stories of which you can't make head or tail: you'd make a terrible witness. But on the other hand, everything improbable, everything which nobody would ever believe in a cafe, comes your way.

If everyone else in the world were to mysteriously disappear, I would feel irritated about it only because there would be no one to make me doughnuts.