Louis-Ferdinand Celine Quotes

In the country of pain we are each alone.

Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.

There is no corner too quiet, or too far away, for a woman to make sorrow in it.

It's curious how we act in moments of personal despair.

All by yourself, unable to express the pain of your distress with your deeper inside. You alienate yourself and everybody else.

My greatest affliction... is perhaps the major theme of my writings, the affliction of loneliness that follows me like a shadow, a very ponderous shadow too heavy to drag after me all of my days and nights.

He walked on in silence, the solitary sound of his footsteps echoing in his head, as in a deserted street, at dawn. His solitude was so complete, beneath a lovely sky as mellow and serene as a good conscience, amid that busy throng, that he was amazed at his own existence; he must be somebody else's nightmare, and whoever it was would certainly awaken soon.

Lost in loneliness and pain. Black and unendurable, Thinking of you with every Corpuscle of my flesh, in Every instant of night And day.

This world that I live in is empty and cold/the loneliness cuts me and tortures my soul.

I was a shadow among shadows brooding over the fate of other shadows that I alone strove to summon up out of the all-pervading dusk.

There she is, lying in front of me, smoking a cigarette, thinking of something or someone else. And that’s how she is stuck in my mind forever. We are two explorers in the dark. Mapless and hopeless. Alone together.

Alexander smoked and watched her from his tree stump bench. What are you doing? she would ask him. Nothing, he would reply. Nothing but growing my pain into madness.

I need to be alone. I need to ponder my shame and my despair in seclusion; I need the sunshine and the paving stones of the streets without companions, without conversation, face to face with myself, with only the music of my heart for company.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

What makes loneliness an anguish is not that I have no one to share my burden, but this: I have only my own burden to bear.

Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.

When you have adversity and you have pain, you never feel more alone than you do at that moment. And you can be surrounded by hundreds of thousands of people.

In a household tragedy, you are very much aware of being alone. It is something that is possible to grasp, and that is why it hurts so much. Because you are alone. I know a little about this.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Solitude, isolation, are painful things and beyond human endurance.

Anybody singing the blues is in a deep pit yelling for help.

Unending was the stream, unending the misery, unending the sorrow.

While we yearn for peace, we live in a world burdened with hunger, pain, anguish, loneliness, sickness, and sorrow.

There's definitely a loneliness and, like, an internal element to being a performer.