Quotes About Solitude

Fiecare oglind? îÅ£i ofer? imaginea unui spectacol jucat f?r? niciun spectator, în care actriÅ£a e propria-Å£i mizerie.

Un des rares avantages du célibat est de ne pas avoir à souffrir de scènes de ménage

La solitude est un jardin où l'âme se dessèche, les fleurs qui y poussent n'ont pas de parfum.

Singur?tatea este o gr?din? în care sufletul se usuc?, florile care cresc în ea n-au parfum.

I sogni sognati in due diventano i ricordi più belli. La solitudine è un giardino dove l'anima inaridisce, dove i fiori non hanno profumo.

and monasticism was an alluring, alternative lifestyle.

Yeah, my dream would be to work for 6 months and then have 6 months to play, just snowboarding, surfing, and going to cool places to listen and be alone and kinda chill out.

C'était mon premier grand départ. Si voyager seul, c'est voyager avec le Diable, je me félicite de l'avoir fait.

He lived in the ancient house where he was born, at the bottom of a vallon in the hills, three hundred meters from Massacan, surrounded by a pine wood, the silence of solitude, the odor of resin, and the perfume of rosemary.

In the solitary farmhouse of the hills there was a great joy in life, much tenderness, and much hope.

The bonds that unite another person to ourselves exist only in our mind. Memory as it grows fainter relaxes them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we would fain be cheated and with which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we cheat other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature that cannot emerge from himself, that knows his fellows only in himself when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

The bonds between ourselves and another person exists only in our minds. Memory as it grows fainter loosens them, and notwithstanding the illusion by which we want to be duped and which, out of love, friendship, politeness, deference, duty, we dupe other people, we exist alone. Man is the creature who cannot escape from himself, who knows other people only in himself, and when he asserts the contrary, he is lying.

I was left alone there in the company of the orchids, roses and violets, which, like people waiting beside you who do not know you, preserved a silence which their individuality as living things made all the more striking, and warmed themselves in the heat of a glowing coal fire...

the comfort of reclusion, the poetry of hibernation

One says the things which one feels the need to say, and which the other will not understand: one speaks for oneself alone.

Each of us is indeed alone.

Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility, that one felt it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly.

She was not yet dead. But I was already alone.

the practice of solitude had given him a love for it, as happens with every big thing which we have begun by fearing, because we knew it to be incompatible with smaller things to which we clung, and of which it does not so much deprive us as it detaches us from them. Before we experience it, our whole preoccupation is to know to what extent we can reconcile it with certain pleasures which cease to be pleasures as soon as we have experienced it.

I spent many a charming evening talking and playing with Albertine, but none so sweet as when I was watching her sleep.

Who cannot recall, as I can, the reading they did in the holidays, which one would conceal successively in all those hours of the day peaceful and inviolable enough to be able to afford it refuge?

In the case of the solitary, his seclusion, even when it is absolute and ends only with life itself, has often as its primary cause a disordered love of the crowd, which so far overruled every other feeling that, not being able to win, when he goes out, the admiration of his hall-porter, of the passers-by, of the cabman whom he hails, he prefers not to be seen by them at all, and with that object abandons every activity that would oblige him to go out of doors.

Para estar al borde del mar no hay más que cerrar los ojos.

I live so resolutely apart from physical contingencies that my senses no longer trouble to inform me of them.