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Quotes About Solitude

A star geiko is never, ever alone and I always wanted to be by myself.
~ Mineko Iwasaki
To be an immigrant Is to be solitary in the midst of millions.
~ Ming-Dao Deng
En solitud, però no solitaris, reconduïm la vida amb la certesa que cap esforç no cau en terra eixorca. Dia vindrà que algú beurà a mans plenes l'aigua de llum que brolli de les pedres d'aquest temps nou que ara esculpim nosaltres.
~ Unknown
Ara, sol i expectant, torno a percebre la plenitud del temps, com el ressò potser desmesurat d'una campana que puntua les hores amb un toc remot i displicent d'indiferència.
~ Unknown
En un home de fusta em converteixo per vell i per mesell i solitari. Tot m'és sobrer fora de tu que em manques i tot m'emplena tanmateix de vida. No moriré de mort fantasiosa, sinó d'una absurda i lenta malaltia que em podrirà com us podriu vosaltres.
~ Unknown
Pur en l'oblit, i encès, i solitari, que tot se'm faci pedra de desig, arbre de llum, refugi de silenci.
~ Unknown
El buit és un preu alt per sobreviure quan no voldries més que reposar i beure a petits glops la poca vida que et falta per viure. Consirós i lúcid et revoltes - contra què No pots fugir de tu mateix ni ho vols. Tota pregunta ha esdevingut inútil i ho seria també tota resposta.
~ Unknown
Mai més podràs servir-te del recurs a la bellesa si no és per fer-ne un temple o bé un refugi. Colpidora, la solitud desvetlla estranys fantasmes i t'acara amb la imatge que volies oblidar. Més enllà d'aquest desfici no hi ha res; més ençà, la mort que vetlla la immutable desfeta de les hores.
~ Unknown
Aleshores m'adono que sóc sol a l'andana, sol enmig de la gent que no es commou veient om te m'allunyes. I ara penso que aquest adéu no és pas igual que els altres, que no tornaràs més i, tanmateix, no he deixat d'estimar-te.
~ Unknown
When you live alone people are always thinking they can stay with you, when the opposite is true: who they should stay with is a person whose situation is already messed up by other people and so one more won't matter.
~ Miranda July
He's stuck at 3:14 a.m. with only the moon to talk to.
~ Miranda July
At its best, my system gives me a smoother living experience. My days become dreamlike, no edges anywhere, none of the snags and snafus that life is so famous for. After days and days alone it gets silky to the point where I can't even feel myself anymore, it's as if I don't exist.
~ Miranda July
I ran a bath. Just before I stepped in the tub, I heard the front door close and froze in midstep; she was gone. Sometimes she did this. In the moments where other couples would fight or come together, she left me.
~ Miranda July
We learned to be discreet. It helped that nobody really cares about anyone but themselves anyway.
~ Miranda July
Chaque matin, quand je me regarde dans le miroir, je ne vois personne. [În fiecare diminea??, când m? iut în oglind?, nu v?d pe nimeni.] p. 42
~ Unknown
O singur?tate cum nu poate tr?i nici un om în viaÈ›a real?, care-È›i rupe oasele ca un animal s?lbatic, îmi sfârteca organele interne.
~ Unknown
BucureÅŸtiul, îndeosebi, are cele mai toxice amurguri, în toate anotimpurile. E greu s? r?mâi singur, s? nu te îndr?gosteÅŸti, s? nu-Å£i cauÅ£i pereche într-un astfel de oraÅŸ, în care soarele se stinge cu atâta melancolie...
~ Mircea Eliade
Don't let a busy life or electronic communication gadgets be your excuse for excess solitude - it's a talent, but a rare one, to make yourself laugh.
~ Mireille Guiliano
Svaki ?ovjek se je bar jednom, nedvojbeno, osje?ao kao mramorno poprsje.
~ Miroslav Krleža
I soon realized that what I really wanted was time to ruminate, time to observe, and often time to be alone.
~ Miss Read
When one is alone one is receptive - a ready vessel for the sights, the scents and sounds which pour in through relaxed and animated senses to refresh the inner man.
~ Miss Read
When you're used to hearing purring and suddenly it's gone, it's hard to silence the blaring sound of sadness.
~ Unknown
Libraries. How I love them. My source of stories. And solitude.
~ Mitali Perkins
Libraries. How I love them. My source of stories. And solitude. Where the musty smell of books greets me like the perfume in our grandmother's embrace. My old branch was two blocks from our London flat, and I went almost daily. The librarian and I both got teary when I said goodbye. And this library is almost as close! I'll get a library card tomorrow and carry back my first installment of books. Maybe I can also find a quiet corner to write in peace.
~ Mitali Perkins