Quotes About Solitude

XXIV. Wurzeln zu schlagen ist nicht immer ein probates Mittel gegen Einsamkeit.

A game lasts 90 minutes. And how long are 90 minutes? How long are they without society? And who bares them?

I read somewhere; while God still existed one sustained a dialogue with God, and now that He no longer exists one has to sustain a dialogue with other people, I guess, or, better still, with oneself, that is to say, one talks or mumbles to oneself.

Masturbation is an absolutely peerless cure for the hiccups

Spiegami, amore, quel che non so spiegare: in questo tempo breve, orribile, dovrò avere il pensiero solo per compagno? nessun affetto conoscere o creare? che uno pensi è necessario? la sua mancanza non si avverte? tu dici: un altro spirito conta su di noi... non mi spiegare. vedo la salamandra guizzare in ogni fuoco. non prova brivido e nulla le fa male

My share, it should be lost.

Our social relationships are limited, most of the time, to gossip and criticizing people's behavior. This observation slowly pushed me to isolate from the so-called social life. My days pass by in solitude.

Well, we're grasping for two things at once. Partly for communion with others that's the deepest instinct in us. And partly, we're seeking security. By constant communion with others we hope we shall be able to accept the horrible fact of our total solitude. We're always reaching out for new projects, new structure, new systems in order to abolish partly or wholly our insight into our loneliness. If it weren't so, religious systems would never arise.

Sometimes I go for days without speaking to a soul. I think, "I should make that call", but I put it off. Because there's something pleasurable about not talking. But then I love talking, so it's not that. But sometimes it can be nice. It's not like I sit here philosophizing, because I've no talent for that. It's just this thing about silence that's so wonderful.

Here, in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity.

One has to manage alone as best one can. (Karin Bergman)

I would have been happier if I'd been anonymous.

Here in my solitude, I have the feeling that I contain too much humanity. It oozes out of me like a broken tube of toothpaste; it doesn't want to stay within the confines of my body. A strange feeling of weight and volume. Soul volume perhaps, which rises like clouds of smoke and envelops my body.

No hay tiempo para discutir la soledad.

To know what you want to share with the world because something has been transmitted to you is to know loneliness and real solitude, because no one else can share it.

I have grown up alone. I've taken care of myself. I worked, earned money and was independent at 18.

Julia didn't want to leave Colonia. She liked her little world, the cobbled streets that wound upward as if searching for the sky; her own sloping, rickety house with its roof of crooked pink tiles - the exclusive domain of the neighborhood cats that Julia fed in secret. She felt she was the mistress of this small, safe world where should do as she pleased with her days; where Anna alone was allowed to enter; and where everyone except her mother respected her desire for childhood solitude.

I am alone. I am here. No one is watching me. In these hours of silence that I cherish, I talk to myself and reflect. That past, entrenched in time, motionless and infinite, has vanished onto thin air. None of it remains. Why, therefore, am I hurting so much? Why did I bring back with me this nameless pain? I followed the path I set for myself, and I have forgiven. I do not want to be chained to hatred or resentment. I want to have the right to live in peace.

The literature of childhood abounds with evidence that the peaks of a child's experience are not visits to the cinema, or even family outings to the sea, but occasions when he escapes into places that are disused and overgrown and silent. To a child there is more joy in a rubbish tip than a flowery rockery, in a fallen tree than a piece of statuary, in a muddy track than a gravel path.

she decided it was better not to have a man in her life than to have a man who wasn't there anyway.

I hate solitude, but I'm afraid of intimacy. The substance of my life is a private conversation with myself which to turn into a dialogue would be equivalent to self-destruction. The company which I need is the company which a pub or a cafe will provide. I have never wanted a communion of souls. It's already hard enough to tell the truth to oneself.

Smoke your pipe and be silent; there's only wind and smoke in the world.

They have courses teaching you foreign languages and ballroom dancing and etiquette and cooking. But there are no classes to learn how to be by yourself in a furnished room with chipped dishes, or how to be alone in general without any words of concern or familiar sounds.

Man hat mich vergessen. Ich habe in einer dunklen Ecke gestanden und alles gehört. Man konnte nicht wissen, dass ich noch da war, aber man hat mich vergessen. Alle sind fort, und ich gehe alleine nach Hause - es ist nicht weit, aber es ist meine eigene Schuld.