I have not a desire but a need for solitude.
Roland Barthes, Mourning Diary.
“We dont forget, but something vacant settles in us.”
“Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.”
“Paradoxically (since people say: Work, amuse yourself, see friends) its when were busy, distracted, sought out, exteriorized, that we suffer most. Inwardness, calm, solitude makes us less miserable.”
“I transform "Work" in its analytic meaning (the Work of Mourning, the Dream-Work) into the real "Work" - of writing.”
“Miseries of a birth.”
“The truth is, we value your company, for want of any other. We have been left so much to our own devicesafter a while one welcomes the uncertainty of being left to other people's.”
“The cold rationalism simply covers for raw, wounded emotion. The more driven people are by the mind, the more they feel and further encode their feelings. The thickness of the tarpaulin cover is as...”
“Anything we fully do is an alone journey.”