Karel Capek Quotes

If I had to do it all over, I'd be more secluded about it.

The Mysterious Stranger

I knew I was born at the North but hoped nobody would find it out. I looked upon the misfortune as something so shrouded by time and distance that maybe nobody remembered it.

Most of the time I live a fully anonymous life, which is the way I like it.

I just wanted to have a private life.

Truthfully, I mostly can be as private as I want.

I treasure my privacy.

I don't want anybody to know anything about me.

In the past I led such a mysterious life. I didn't give interviews.

I spend most of my life not wanting to be found, and actually, I'm pretty good at it.

I am such a private person.

I was successfully hiding from the world on Broadway for about 25 years.

We don't like our lives being monitored, so when someone dies alone, perhaps there are always answers that remain out of reach.

The less people know about you, the more you understand how beautiful life is. It's good when you exist only on screen. I don't want them to take me home. I love to have my privacy.

Yes, there is no doubt that paper is patient and as I don't intend to show this cardboard-covered notebook, bearing the proud name of "diary," to anyone, unless I find a real friend, boy or girl, probably nobody cares. And now I come to the root of the matter, the reason for my starting a diary: it is that I have no such real friend.

If you want to disappear, Emily, you can do it most anywhere.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.

Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.

You spend your whole life trying to get known and then you spend the rest of it hiding in the toilet.

It feels good to be awake, knowing others are asleep. Makes you feel like the night is not for everyone, just a chosen few.

I don't keep any close friends. I don't keep any secrets. I don't need friends. I just tell everybody everything, that's all.

Count up the almonds, Count what was bitter and kept you waking, Count me in too: I sought your eye when you glanced up and no one would see you, I spun that secret thread Where the dew you mused on Slid down to pitchers Tended by a word that reached no one’s heart. There you first fully entered the name that is yours, you stepped to yourself on steady feet, the hammers swung free in the belfry of your silence, things overheard thrust through to you, what’s dead put it’s arm around you too, and the three of you walked through the evening. Render me bitter. Number me among the almonds

None of the Jungle People like being disturbed.

I have only one confidant, and that is the silence of night.

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.