Quotes About Isolation

I cannot contribute anything to this world because I only have one method: agony.

I would like to be free, totaly free... free like an aborted child.

As the years pass, the number of those we can communicate with diminishes. When there is no longer anyone to talk to, at last we will be as we were before stooping to a name.

Sînt unii oameni atît de prosti, ca de le-ar aparea vreo idee la suprafata creierului ea s-ar sinucide din groaza de singuratate.

The deepest and most organic death is death in solitude, when even light becomes a principle of death. In such moments you will be severed from life, from love, smiles, friends and even from death. And you will ask yourself if there is anything besides the nothingness of the world and your own nothingness.

To claim you are more detached, more alien to everything than anyone, and to be merely a fanatic of indifference!

Having destroyed all my connections, burned my bridges, I should feel a certain freedom, and in fact I do. One so intense I am afraid to rejoice in it.

Without the idea of suicide I would have surely killed myself.

Personal imi dau demisia din omenire.

De ce un singuratic simte mai mult? Fiindca singuratatea-i suferinta.

At this very moment, I am suffering—as we say in French, j'ai mal. This event, crucial for me, is nonexistent, even inconceivable for anyone else, for everyone else. Except for God, if that word can have a meaning.

The task of the solitary man is to be even more solitary.

I wonder through the days like a whore in a world with no sidewalks.

Neîmplinirea unui om este o sinucidere prin etape.

Mi-am pierdut, în contact cu oamenii, toat? prospeÅ£imea nevrozelor. (Silogismele amaraciunii)

Sunt convins c? nu sunt absolut nimic în univers, dar simt c? singura existen?? real? este a mea.

Totul e înghetat si tu esti risipitor de zîmbete.

The truly solitary being is not the man who is abandoned by men, but the man who suffers in their midst, who drags his desert through the marketplace and deploys his talents as a smiling leper, a mountebank of the irreparable. The great solitaries were happy in the old days, knew nothing of duplicity, had nothing to hide: they conversed only with their own solitude.

Our power resides in our incapacity to know how alone we are.

Once I had a "self"; now I am no more than an object.

Alone, even doing nothing, you do not waste your time. You do, almost always, in company. No encounter with yourself can be altogether sterile: Something necessarily emerges, even if only the hope of some day meeting yourself again.

There are people to whom gain is unimportant, who are hopelessly unhappy and lonely.

Le même sentiment d'inappartenance, de jeu inutile, où que j'aille : je feins de m'intéresser à ce qui ne m'importe guère, je me trémousse par automatisme ou par charité, sans jamais être dans le coup, sans jamais être quelque part. Ce qui m'attire est ailleurs, et cet ailleurs je ne sais ce qu'il est.

Dup? orice conversaÅ£ie, eÅŸti mai p?r?sit ca în mormânt. Å¢i?ai uÅŸurat spiritul ÅŸi Å£i?a putrezit inima. Vorbele au zburat în vânt ÅŸi cu ele substanÅ£a izol?rii tale.