Quotes About Solitude

For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darkness and in total silence and in total immobility, he sat on his horse blanket at the end of the stony corridor, his back resting on the rock slide, his shoulders wedged between the rocks and enjoyed himself.

Siempre había creído que era del mundo en general de lo que tenia que apartarse, pero ahora lo veía claro no se trataba del mundo, si no de los seres humanos. Al parecer, en el mundo, en el mundo sin hombres, la vida era soportable

Kaip patyr?s laivo katastrof? ir savai?i? savait?m pl?duriav?s vendeny nelaim?lis ektaziškai sveikina pirm? žmoni? gyvenam? sal?, taip Grenujis švent? savo atvykim? ant vienatv?s kalno.

Se fue volviendo cada vez más introvertido. Le gustaba vagar solo y sin rumbo...

ever farther from human beings, driving him on ever more insistently toward the magnetic pole of the greatest possible solitude.

Su corazón era un castillo de púrpura situado en un pedregoso desierto, oculto tras las dunas y rodeado de un oasis pantanoso y de siete murallas de piedra. Soló volando se podía acceder a él.

la actividad creadora se desarrollaba únicamente en su interior y no podía ser percibida por nadie más que por él mismo.

Kad šis dusnus žmoni? tvaikulys aštuoniolika met? sl?g? j? lyg prieš audr? pritvink?s oras, Grenujui paaišk?jo tik dabar, kai prad?jo pamažu iš jo trauktis. Iki šiol jis man?, kad visas pasaulis toks ir kad reikia apskritai jo šalintis. Dabar jam atrod?, kad su pasauliu, pasauliu be žmoni?, visai ?manoma sugyventi.

La desgracia del hombre se debe a que no quiere permanecer tranquilo en su habitación, que es su hogar

De toutes ces péripéties, Jonathan Noël tira la conclusion qu'on ne pouvait se fier aux humains et qu'on ne saurait vivre en paix qu'en les tenant à l'écart.»

People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

He had withdrawn solely for his own personal pleasure, only to be near to himself. No longer distracted by anything external, he basked in his own existence and found it splendid.

he came to the conclusion that you cannot depend on people, and that you can live in peace only if you keep them at arm's length.

And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusty reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened and he entered. The next performance in the theater of Grenouille's soul was beginning.

Grenouille no longer wanted to go somewhere, but only to go away, away from human beings.

He had to hold his body very still, very still, like some vessel about to slosh over from too much motion. Gradually he managed to get control of his breathing. His excited heart beat more steadily; the pounding of the waves inside him subsided slowly. And suddenly solitude fell across his heart like a dusky reflection. He closed his eyes. The dark doors within him opened, and he entered. The next performance in the theatre of his soul was beginning.

He succeeded in being considered totally uninteresting. People left him alone. And that was all he wanted.

I'm alone a lot of the time, locked away in my room. I talk to myself, but sometimes I forget to answer and get mad at myself so I stop speaking to me which makes me sad because no matter where I go, there I am, stuck in my cell.

Things had to be bad when I was not only conversing with myself, but giving me attitude.

Finally, by the sea, where God is everywhere, I gradually calmed.

Nobody sees as we do, Patti" he said again. Whenever he said things like that, for a magical space of time, it was as if we were the only two people in the world.

And then I walked out, straight through the twilight, treading the beaten earth. There were no dust clouds, no signs of anyone, but I paid no mind. I was my own lucky hand of solitaire. The desert landscape unchanging: a long, unwinding scroll that I would one day amuse myself by filling. I'm going to remember everything and then I'm going to write it all down. An aria to a coat. A requiem for a café. That's what I was thinking, in my dream, looking down at my hands.

I got some coffee and stood looking at the sky.

I should get out of here, I am thinking, out of the city. But where would I go that I would not drag my seemingly incurable lethargy along with me,